Dmitri’s blows aren’t as hard now, but they sting when they meet the flesh he has heated up. My ass cheeks feel like they’re on fire, throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
I love every second of it.
When number ten lands, I moan the number and rut into his thigh.
“No coming, precious,” he reminds me, and my brain almost short-circuits.
Precious?
It’s not quite ‘good boy’, but it’s praiseful enough that I whimper and writhe, my belly swooping with ecstasy.
Fuuuuuuck.
“E-eleven, t-t-twelve,” I stammer over the next two slaps to my behind, trying to focus on the pain rather than the coil of tension tightening inside me. I’m getting close. I’m going to break his rule. I’m going to humiliate myself on camera, in front of countless people.
And I love that, too.
I love that idea so much that—
“Th—ohhhh—thirt—t-teen.”
Oh.
Oh no.
“Daddy!Daddy…” I tried to hold it back. I really, really did. But that last smack has sent me careening right over the edge, my hips convulsing with the sheer force of my orgasm. It feels like I come forever, my dick twitching and jerking where it’s still smushed against Dmitri’s thigh and…fuck. I’ve just come all over his leg. Yes, I’m wearing clothes, but the fabric is thin, and it was already wet…
My cheeks —all of them— burn hot, the ones on my face in shame.
But,Jeeeesus,does that shame feel good.
How have I never noticed this about myself before?
Because you’ve always been a good boy, I realize as I catch my breath, still grinding forward into Dmitri’s leg, trying towring out every last moment of pleasure.I’ve never really done anything to make myself feel so humiliated.
Dmitri’s dark chuckle brings me back to myself. “You’re definitely on my naughty list now,” he says. “Two more to go, baby.”
I cry out when fourteen lands, my skin so much more sensitive after a brief reprieve and an epic orgasm.
“Count it,” he insists.
“Fourteen,” I gasp out, then jolt and add, “Fifteen!” with emphatic relief, slumping over his lap, hypersensitive and exhausted.
Dmitri’s big hand settles between my shoulder blades, and he strokes down my back gently. Then he bends over me and murmurs, “Good boy.”
And I…burst into tears.
Chapter Six
“Cut!” Jake calls out while I’m in the process of manhandling Miles into my lap for a cuddle. I tune Jake and the rest of the small crew out, knowing that everyone on board is well-versed in BDSM and, in particular, my feelings on providing proper aftercare. They’ll give us space and wait for my signal to proceed when I’m good and ready.
Miles goes practically boneless in my arms, tucking his face into the crook of my neck as he sniffles and hiccups, easing out of what I can only assume is sub drop. Stroking his back, I kiss his sweaty temple and nuzzle my beard into the side of his face, murmuring, “I’ve got you, precious. You did so good for me. I’m here for whatever you need, okay?”
That first scene was surprisingly intense. I went into it expecting a blow job, maybe some frotting, and a lot of silly Christmas-themed puns, and I would have enjoyed that.
But what I got was an introduction to Miles as a sub.
And wow.
