“Yeah,fudge, God, Yes, ’mkay,” he panted. “Long as… as you’re the one making them. You’re in charge. Anything, Daddy. Just… please. More. Keep… keep spanking me.”
Jesus, he was perfect.
“This beautiful ass of yours will be red and raw and sore if we keep going,” I warned him, rubbing his hole again, the hidden flesh around it now flushed bright pink. “And that might be too much, baby, because Iamgoing to stuff it full when we’re done.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he slurred. “Do it. Need it.”
“And I need to be inside you,” I said, my self control starting to slip as he begged me for it. “But once I get there, baby, I’m going to go deep, and I’m going to go hard, and I don’t want taking my cock to hurt you just because your ass is too sore from my hand. I want it to be good for you, baby.”
“Will be,” he panted. “Spank me, then top me, Daddy.Please. Need to be yours.”
“You are,” I said, squeezing his ass to remind him of that.
He hissed, then humped against my lap. “Yessssssssss, Daddy.”
“But if I keep spanking you—” I started.
“I’ll hurt for you,” he cut in, his head hanging low. “You make hurting feel good.” And then, almost too quiet to hear, “You make everything good.”
“Jordan,” I said, my heart in my throat. “It’s because it’s so easy with you, baby. You’re my good boy.”
He shook his head, and I let my hand crack into him hard enough to make his body jerk against me, legs flailing.
“Fuuuuuuudggge,” he hissed.
“You’re my good boy,” I repeated. “You’re incredible, petal.”
“I threw your fork,” he mumbled, pushing his ass back up for more.
I grinned. “Well, you can also be a brat.”
“Then d it, Daddy. Spank me some more,” he begged, thrusting against me. “Make me be better. Want to be good for you. Don’t want to fuck it up.”
“Language,” I said, landing another hard smack.
“Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh,” he said, drawing the word out into a moan. “See? I need it. Please, Daddy. Spank me and make me good again.”
He already was, and my mission in life would be to get him to see that, but now? I was never going to be able to deny him. Not when he wanted it so badly.
I tightened my arm around his waist and laid down a rapid series of smacks across his ass that had him groaning, that turned his cock into pure steel, that left usbothpanting.
I finally paused, rubbing my stinging hand over his hot flesh again. “You are good,” I said, needing to make that point stick. He trembled on my lap. “You’re everything, Jordan. You’re my perfect boy.”
And then I spanked him again, letting my hand crack into his upper things, just below the tight curve of his butt where it made his legs flail and his breath hiss and his body instinctively jerk away.
“More,” he gritted out, pushing back and begging for it with his body, too… then practically sobbing when I gave it to him, laid into him over and over because he’d begged for it, told me what he needed, trusted me with this, and I wouldn’t let him down.
If he wanted to hurt for me, he could.
If he needed to feel it afterwards, I’d make sure he did.
If he asked me for more, I was going to give him all he could take. Give it to him until he was writhing, panting, flushed and needy and making my cock throb so hard I didn’t know ifI’dlast, much less him.
“Daddy,” he gasped. “God, can’t,please, more, I…”
He wasn’t making sense, but I still understood him. Understood he wanted to be overwhelmed by it. That he needed to feel like he was all the way mine. That whatever had built up today and burst out of him earlier, he needed it gone. Exorcised. Replaced with that sweet, drunken calm that came over him when he submitted to me. Driven out by my hand so he could finally let go.
“Do you remember your safe word, sweetheart?” I asked, pulling him tightly against me and pushing his pants farther down his thighs so I could spread his legs wider. I reached between them and wrapped my hand around his hot, swollen cock. “Can you tell me to stop if you need me to?”
