“Don’t do that,” I chide. “Don’t hide from me.”
His chocolate brown eyes meet mine, and his lips turn down a little. “I don’t feel beautiful,” he whispers, barely audible.
“Speak up, please,” I order. “I’ll always listen to you, Bello. But I need to be able to hear you, understand? I can’t help if I don’t know what the problem is.”
He clears his throat and then gestures to his scars. “I don’t always feel beautiful.”
Nario and Nicolo go to protest, but I hold up my hand to stop them. “Come here, Bello.”
Antonio moves closer and I pull him in by the waist. “You know Roman pushed us together because he’s a little shit, but he was right about the fact that I like pretty things. And you…are one of the prettiest things I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Roman…”
“Is gorgeous, yes. But so are you. You’re both my type in different ways. It’s not just looks that I see when I look at you, Antonio. I see it all. The Ghost who hides in the background, theswitch who found his perfect partners to dominate, but hadn’t yet found someone who could put the brat in his place.
“You’re so much more than your looks, than your scars. They're what make you who you are, but they're not all you are, and I love every. Single. Inch. Of who you are. Okay?”
Antonio gives me a watery smile. “Thank you, Sir.”
I shake my head. “Don't thank me for this. Now, I think it's time for your apology. You've been begging for a spanking since we met in Doc’s office, haven't you?”
He shivers. “Yes, Sir.”
“Over my lap then.”
I help him get situated, making sure most of his body weight is balanced on my good leg as he spreads out over me. He easily complies when I bring his hands behind his back, his weight sinking into me so he can keep his balance and position.
Picking up his tie, I wrap it around one of his hands a few times before stuffing the rest into his palm and closing his fingers over it. “This is your safeword if you can't say it, or if I don't hear you. You'll open your palm and let the tie drop, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I look over to Nario and Nicolo. “Since you two are staying, you're to kneel there.” I nod to a spot on the floor directly in front of the bed. “I want you to watch and learn. You can undress or stay clothed. Touch yourselves or each other, but you are not to come, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” they say in unison.
“Then let's get started.”
With my attention fully on the beautiful man in my lap, I gently run my hands over his back, down his arms, across his legs, and then finally sweep light fingers over his gorgeous ass.
He squirms and I hold him firmly around his waist, keeping him in place. Smoothing my hand over his ass, I get very familiar with it before drawing back, and without hesitation, spank him.
All three of them moan, and I smile before doing it again.
I start slow, warming up both his ass and my hand, but it doesn't take long for me to figure out his tolerance, and feel acceptance of his punishment in his body as he tenses and relaxes with every strike.
Over and over, I spank him, until my hand aches and his ass is a beautiful shade of red. Slowly, I bring him down, lessening the intensity until I stop completely. Smoothing a hand over his deep-red ass, I make soft shushing sounds that get lost in the noise of his cries.
With gentle hands, I take the tie from him, depositing it to the floor before I carefully massage his hands and arms, then ease him up.
He follows my every wordless command, maneuvering until he's straddling me, letting me see his tear-stained face.
“Okay?” I voice and sign.
He nods, and rather than verbalizing, he brings his hand up and nods his fist in “yes”.
“Good boy.” I massage his shoulders for a few moments before sweeping one hand up into his hair, and the other down his body to his hard and leaking cock.
Bringing our mouths together, I kiss him breathlessly while stroking him, spreading his pre-cum around until his cock is nice and sticky, and pulsing in my hand.
