“I deserve it,” I said eventually.
Reese sighed. “I think what you deserve isn’t up to you right now, is it, love?”
“No, Sir,” I answered right away, earning me a pleased sound and a gentle squeeze.
“Good boy,” he said, his voice soft now. “Don’t worry about counting them off. Just breathe and feel, okay?”
I’d barely nodded my head before Reese rained the first set of blows down like lightning striking me, first one cheek, then the other, then the first one again and on he went, and it didn’t take long for me to get swept away by it all. My ass was already on fire after the first few strikes, and I buried my face in the crook of my arm, hiding from the world as Reese made everything right between us.
CHAPTER 6
Reese
I missedthe way Cory’s body reacted to me when I spanked him. I missed the feel of his skin against my palm, warm and pebbled after each strike. What I didn’t miss—I realized—was being dominant to him. In less than a year, I’d fallen so swiftly into the role of Cory’s submissive, his watch around my wrist and his hands around my heart more possessive than any collar ever could be, and I liked it.
I more than liked it.
“Oh, fuck, darling,” Cory moaned, writhing against my lap. His cock tucked neatly between my thighs as he tried to chase after friction and pleasure to balance out the pain. “I love how your hands feel on me.”
I swallowed hard.
Hit him harder.
Cory’s entire body shuddered, and he arched his back to give me better access to his ass. Another thing I’d realized in my year with Cory was that being on your knees had little to do with submission. I could—and often did—submit to Cory while I towered over him, just as he dominated me from a comfortable seat at my feet. Right now, with his naked ass bruising beneathmy fingers and his cock leaking between my legs, he was still in charge. I was still doing his bidding.
I forgot how it had gone the first night we met.
I did remember fighting so fucking hard to hold on to the things I thought mattered the most to me, but Cory had been patient enough to wait me out for months while they all untangled and fell away.
Fuck, I didn’t deserve him.
I spanked him again, again, again.
The noises he buried into the bed while he fucked my thighs had my own cock pressing urgently against the zipper of my jeans.
“Please don’t stop, Sir,” Cory cried out, hips jerking. “I’m so close.”
“Did I say you can come?”
The question was more muscle memory than anything else, and Cory whined, body settling over top of me.
“I want you to come inside of me,” I told him, kneading his ass.
“I have to admit”—he turned his face to the side, cheeks flushed and lashes wet—“I’m glad we’re not re-enacting the condoms.”
With a laugh that did wonders to relieve my tension, I hauled Cory off my lap and tossed him onto the bed. He sprawled out like a starfish, save for the one arm bent inward and the hand curled around his cock. I stood at the foot of the bed and watched him, tearing myself out of my clothes and quickly blanketing my body back on top of him.
“Lube is on the nightstand,” he said.
I grabbed it, slicked my fingers and shoved them inside of him. Cory spread his legs wide, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, giving me all the room I needed to prep him.
“I want to fuck you first,” I said, adding lube to my cock. I used my left hand so I didn’t have to take my fingers out of him and made a mess of everything, but I’d make sure to tip the housekeepers exceedingly well to make up for state of the sheets.
Cory could afford it.
“I’ll come,” he warned.
“Don’t.”
