“This isn’t a reward,” I reminded him. “You did three things without permission, and for that, I’m going to punish you.”
I traced the edge of his asshole with the narrowed tip of the ginger. He didn’t know what it was, that I could tell, and he made a pleased sound as I pushed the peeled root inside of him. Kevin was a fool if he thought getting to be plugged full of cum was a reward.
While he slept in the early morning, I’d spent time in the kitchen, peeling and shaping the ginger into a plug that would be broad enough to stay inside of him and exposed enough that he’d be able to feel it. It didn’t take long for the sensation to hit him, and his spine went shock straight, a painful gasp falling out of his mouth. I petted one of my hands down his spine, straightening him as his back began to arch. Like he’d be able to get away from the burning plug I’d put into him.
“Consider this your first lesson,” I said, drawing a circle over his ass cheek with my other hand. “I know you think that I can’t punish you because you like pain, but I’ll always find a way, Kevin.”
I spanked him, my hand cracking against his ass with a deafening slam. It jostled the ginger plug and he grunted, trying to hold in his grievances. Earlier I’d told him to be quiet, that someone would hear. But what he didn’t know was no one would. The cabin was remote, not another soul or public trail for miles.
I’d come twice since we’d been out in the woods, but the way my cock stood hard and proud again, I thought I was a teenager all over again. I’d never been so turned on, and I’d never been so eager to fuck. Kevin and I were a good match because he liked to hurt and I liked to do the hurting, and the one thing I knew I could promise him for our future was I’d never forget that fact again.
“The first time I spanked you as a punishment, it worked because you felt humiliated and lesser than,” I explained, hitting him again over the bruises from the branch. “This one isn’t so much about the spanking, but crying over a little vegetable does seem like it’s only a reward for one of us, I think. Is it a reward for you, Kevin?”
“No, Ronan.” Kevin’s voice warbled, and I knew he was crying. I knew he hated it, but I could picture the way those angry tears slicked down his face. God, the way it must ache to be him, the way his asshole must feel like fire, constantly dipping over the line from pain to agony before sliding into mindless pleasure.
The place where he loved me the most.
Chapter Eighteen
Kevin
Hours later, back at the cabin, Ronan carefully smoothed antibiotic ointment over the marks he’d birched into my ass. My hole still burned, memories of the ginger echoing like sparks in my nerve endings. The sensations made me want to whine and whimper, but instead I curled in on myself, nestling into Ronan’s lap.
“I love you all the time,” he said softly, twisting the cap back onto the ointment and dropping it beside him on the bed, “but I think I love you most like this.”
“I just like to make you happy,” I murmured.
He pinched my waist. “You always do.”
“I wish we could stay here,” I said, rolling onto my stomach and dropping my chin onto Ronan’s thigh. “No distractions.”
“The less distractions I have, the worse it could be for you,” Ronan reminded me.
“I know.” I grinned.
“I have work tomorrow,” he said.
“I know.”
“And I need to deal with Foster.” Ronan sighed and petted the top of my head.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t like what he’s roped us into. I don’t like having to drop everything to get out of town because he said I needed to. I did him a favor, and he’s making me feel like you’re at risk because of it.”
“He would have packed us up himself if it was that bad,” I said, and it was true. Foster didn’t have many friends, so I knew he would watch out for the few he did.
Ronan leaned back and grabbed his phone from the nightstand and swiped open the screen.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Reminding him we’re coming back to LA tomorrow.”
“Are you sure we have to?”
“I have work. You have work. We have a life,” he said.
“Can’t our life be more like this?” I adjusted myself so I was kneeling on the bed, and I gave Ronan my best begging face. “How are we supposed to try fun new things if we’re always in the same old place?”
