“When are you gonna…you know, spank me?”
“Nope. You like it too much. Bad boys don’t get what they want. They get what they need, and you need a time out, and me? I want to look at you taking your punishment. If you’re good, then you’ll get a spanking.”
He turned red and a shy smile bloomed on his pretty lips. “Oh god, you…you’re so mean, but you’re right, I guess.”
“I know I am. So, get back into place and let me enjoy myself.”
Luka got off the couch quickly, bending to kiss Benson. “I’m being selfish.”
“No, you’re not. I can read you a little better than you think I can, and truly, off that stage, you’re a terrible actor.”
Luka broke into giggles, and Benson pulled him onto his lap, laughing with him. “God, it’s so true! I cannot act to save my life off the stage!”
“Really awful. But I do love you, and I love your kinks. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun exploring them.”
“You’re kinky too.”
“Oh, you’re bringing it out in me, believe me. Now, get up there. I’m having a great time just staring at that ass.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Luka got into place and, to his credit, didn’t move a bit for the ten minutes he was left there. Benson loved it, watching his ass, and the way Luka’s legs were spread a little, he could see his dick and balls from his vantage point.
Long, straight back, thin legs, thinly covered in blond hair, long, narrow feet. Memorizing the man’s body like he’d do daily, he hoped.
It was a whirlwind, their courtship. It was wrought with roadblocks, but they’d somehow come through them all. Benson felt like letting his emotions out in tears, but once the ten minutes were over, he stood, set the water bottle on the chair after replacing the cap, and moved to the side of Luka, kneeling on the couch.
One hard slap on his ass has Luka whimpering low. He slapped his ass again, harder, and Luka’s body went rigid, and Benson caught a tear slipping from his eye.
“Safeword, baby, if you have to. I promise not to be mad about it.”
“I’m fine,” he said in a shaking voice. “Please don’t stop.”
Another spank, another, until his hand was bright red and stinging. Another, another, and he felt the heat coming off Luka’s ass and his hand like he was standing inside a fireplace.
He stopped after a couple more and brought Luka into his arms, clenching him, kissing over his tear-streaked face. “I love you so much, Luka. I’m so happy.”
Nodding against his chest, Luka whispered, “I’m happy too. I’m so happy.”
He’d planned beforehand for the hotel to deliver a tree, balls, lights and the packages he’d had sent ahead of their arrival. He was in the bedroom, keeping Luka distracted at the time arranged for them to come into the suite.
Luka was on his back, legs and arms spread wide; lips parted with his huffing breath. With the doors closed, they couldn’thear what was happening in the living area of the suite, but he would not take any chances.
Benson had a pair of noise-canceling earphones, and he set his phone on a long playlist. Not only did it solve the problem of the Christmas surprise, but it was kinky. He’d take Luka’s hearing, his sight with the blindfold he had next to the earphones, and a bandana to cut off the screams he hoped to invoke from Luka.
After he got all those things in place, he manipulated Luka’s body to be open for him again, getting his legs and arms spread, his dick straight back, barely touching his abdomen it was so hard.
“My baby, God, you’ve improved my life. You’ve made me so happy, and I’m going to do so much to keep you happy in this hard world. I swear it,” he said to the man who couldn’t see him.
There was something about it, having him like that, open for Benson to do anything to him, feeling that total trust Luka gave him, and his chest warmed. It was big, so, so big. Luka’s love was making him humble, making him grateful in ways he never thought he’d feel.
A man who had no joy in him, and he’d, in such a short time, had given that man away to invite a happy self. He was planning on kids, on the dogs, on a home, all the things both has always wanted.
Taking Luka’s cock into his hand, he stroked him, brushing the happy tears from his cheeks with the other hand. Arching his back, wriggling, Luka was showing his enjoyment, and Benson laughed, though Luka couldn’t hear.
“I love your dick, baby. It’s so nice,” he said, staring at the reddening cock in his hand. It was a nice size, at least seven inches, and had beautiful thick veins that showed purple against the shaft.
