“Doesn’t matter. After I pay him, I’m telling him that I’m done.”
“Oh, so I’m giving it back to you?”
“Yes!” Tom snapped. “I have to. If I don’t, I’m so totally fucked.”
“You’re wearing a new cologne,” Cypress suddenly noted, smiling wide.
“Yes, but that’s not important right this second.”
“It suits you.”
“Thank you.” Though Tom was secretly pleased Cypress had taken notice, he had to stay on task. “Now, listen to me. That money—”
“Have you ever been spanked, Tom?”
“What?” Tom squirmed at the question, and he could feel heat stirring between his legs. “I mean, sure, I guess? Yeah. Can we focus?”
“That sounds like a ‘no.’”
“But I said yes.”
“I’m not talking about someone giving you a little love tap while you’re doing it doggy,” Cypress said, flashing a big grin. “I’m talking about you getting bent over someone’s knee and fuckin’ spanked.”
Tom could feel his face prickling with a vivid blush, finding it all too easy to imagine Cypress doing exactly what he’d just described. “Then no… I… I haven’t.”
“Would you like to?”
Tom’s guts lurched like he’d taken a big dip on a roller coaster, and he tried to think clearly. He was supposed to be getting the money and going right back to the funeral home, maybe getting Cypress’s phone number.
The only thing consuming his thoughts now was Cypress getting his hands on him, and he could not explain why it was so exciting. He should say no. This was too fast, too crazy, and yet…
“I don’t know,” he whispered.
It wasn’t a refusal or acceptance, but at least it was honest. His cock was getting hard and had nowhere to hide in his thin scrubs, and Tom groaned when Cypress ground their hips together.
“All you have to do is tell me to stop,” Cypress said, his voice a rolling purr. “If you don’t like it or if it hurts—”
“Wait, you’re going to… right here?” Tom gasped.
“That’s the plan.”
This was almost as bad as screwing around in the hallway. The risk of someone walking in on them was somewhat minimized with the closed sign up, and Tom couldn’t fathom why that seemed disappointing.
“What about the money?” Tom demanded, trying to keep himself from sinking down too quickly.
“Let’s see how you take your punishment first,” Cypress said. “Then we’ll talk about the money.” He tilted his head, kissing down Tom’s cheek to his neck. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Tom.”
“Yes,” Tom hissed, the sensation of Cypress’s hot breath making him shiver and his hips buck. “I know I am.”
“You wanna stop, don’t you? You wanna be a good boy, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Tom replied urgently.
“Whatever you’ve gotten yourself into, it’s not worth ruining the rest of your life over.” Cypress began to slide a hand down the front of Tom’s stomach, the tips of his fingers teasing along the stiff shaft of his cock.
“I know. I know,” Tom pleaded. “I wanna stop. I don’t… I don’t wanna do it anymore.”
“Then stop,” Cypress said, boldly squeezing Tom’s cock. “Be a good boy for me and make this the very last time.”
