Tom was lost to it all, melting and being shaped anew with every strike. He felt a tear fall, and he couldn’t even say why. It all felt so good, and he didn’t want it to end.
The next spanking made a delightful popping sound, like a firecracker going off, and it was loud enough to stir Mister Doodles from where she was sleeping on the floor.
When she growled, Cypress chuckled. “Mm, maybe we should adjourn to the bedroom?”
“Yes,” Tom weakly croaked. “Please.”
Cypress deftly picked Tom up, cradling him in his powerful arms as he said, “Let’s go.”
Tom’s ass was stinging, and he felt certain he’d be able to count finger marks in his cheeks for days to come. He loved how easily Cypress could carry him. It made him feel small and safe, and he nuzzled into Cypress’s shoulder as they moved to his bedroom.
Cypress nudged the door closed with his foot, muttering, “Don’t need Mister Doodles interfering, no matter how noble her intentions. Mmm, come on. Roll over on your stomach.”
As Cypress set him down on the bed, Tom lazily flipped over as commanded. He breathed in the familiar scent of his fabric softener mixed in with Cypress’s cologne all over his skin. He could feel his pulse throbbing in his cheeks, hot and stinging, and he waited for his next order.
To his surprise, Cypress stretched out next to him, massaging his sore ass as he praised, “You did so well. You’re such a good boy. Feels good, hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom breathed. “I feel… lighter.”
“When we’re done, you and I are going to have a nice, long talk about what you do for a living,” Cypress said, kissing Tom’s shoulder. “Not to be ironic, but I think taking care of the dead is killing you.”
“No, it’s… it’s my life.” Tom struggled against the euphoric fog clouding his thoughts. “It’s what I love. I love being able to help people.”
“Mm, but what about helping yourself, Tom?” Cypress sighed. “You think about everyone else’s pain, people you only meet for a moment, more than your own.”
“I can take it,” Tom insisted.
“Can you?” Cypress sounded like he was smiling. “We’ll see.” He glanced around the sparse bedroom. “Do you have lube in here?”
“Bathroom,” Tom replied. “In the shower.”
“Ohhh.” Cypress was definitely smiling. “And what is it doing in there, I wonder?”
“Stuff.”
“What kinda ‘stuff’?” Cypress teased.
“Butt stuff.”
Cypress laughed, smooching Tom’s shoulder again. “Mmm, wait here. I’ll be right back.”
Tom couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He was still floating in a happy little cloud, his ass throbbing and spreading the warmth all the way down to his toes. He was so relaxed, and he could have easily fallen asleep like this.
Ah, but Cypress had other plans for him.
He could sleep later.
“Sit up for me, Tom,” Cypress said, pressing the bottle of lube into his hand as he moved. “Scoot back against the headboard.”
Tom got into the requested position. “Like this?”
“Spread your legs,” Cypress said, taking a position at the end of the bed. “I want you to start playing with yourself. Get yourself ready for me, and I want you to tell me about what you’ve been fantasizing about.”
Gulping, Tom clicked open the lube. “You mean, like, right now, sir?”
“Uh huh. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about when you touch yourself.” Cypress leaned across the bed, rubbing Tom’s ankle. “I hope it’s me.”
“Who else,” Tom scoffed, laughing a little as he got his fingers wet. “I mean, fuck… you’re all I think about. With that. Doing that. Not like I think about you all the time like a crazy person—”
