Oh, fuck.I’d bitten off way more than I could chew. Kingston made my dick rock-hard. I needed exactly what I’d just voiced out loud. That I’d called myself a Little boy and he replied as if it weren’t a big reveal was something interesting as well. He rolled off me and padded to the bathroom as if it were just another morning.
When he returned I retreated to the bathroom to avoid him. King didn’t back down easily, not that I’d expected him to. I used the bathroom, managing to wash my face and brush my teeth without letting my thoughts run wild. Stepping back into myroom, I saw him sitting on my bed holding a leather paddle. He smirked when he saw me looking at him and patted his thigh.
“Let’s see if we can get you in a better mood, Reed. Then we’ll have breakfast and you can work on your assignments.”
Apparently casually tossing a challenge in his direction was not the smartest idea. Instead of battling, since I’d already thrown a lot at him, I placed myself across his thighs.Fuck.My best friend was really going to spank me.
“I’m nervous, King.”
“Given your current position, I’d like you to call me Sir.”
“I haven’t been spanked in a long time, Sir.”
“You have your colors, babyboy. I know your safeword.”
He lowered my lounge pants and my boxer briefs to my thighs. I braced myself but I still wasn’t ready. The first smack of what I figured would be many hits against my sit-spots. “Fuck.”
“Been a while since you’ve been spanked, hm?”
He was right. But it was more than that. He had spanked me once many years ago. Being held by him was a different beast. “Longer than I’d like,” I said quietly.
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling you and my lap are going to be very well acquainted over the next few weeks.”
I shouldn’t have loved his answer, but I did. Our long-standing friendship made it easier for me to surrender to the knowing that he’d handle me this way when things overwhelmed me. “Yes, Sir.”
He rubbed my ass a few times before picking up speed. Every time his palm cracked against my skin, I jumped then relaxed. Kingston paused the onslaught to run his fingers along my spine. It was a reprieve, albeit short-lived. I heard him lift the paddle and braced for the sting. It didn’t disappoint. Slow targeted strikes gave me the delicious painful pleasure I’d sought for so long.
“Good boy,” he growled.
Oh, that did it. Hearing him call me a good boy was officially my new favorite thing. “I really would like to be.”
“When we’re finished I hope you remember that you are.” He struck the fuller curves of my ass, measuring his swings to deliver exactly what I needed.
I let the pain make all of the bullshit I’d been holding onto ebb away. My worries, fears, and insecurities faded. I pushed up to meet his hand while he spoke in hushed tones, encouraging me and praising me. Kingston was exactly the sort of Dominant I’d been needing in my life. I knew without a doubt that he would never judge me for anything, whether it was work crap or personal entanglements. It wasn’t his way.
The spanking continued on for a little longer until I begged for a release.
“There we go, babyboy. Now your body is all soft and pliable against my thighs. Well, almost all of you.”
He reached in between my legs and stroked my rock-hard cock.
“Do you want me to suck you off or fuck you?”
His question dropped me back into reality. Kingston tugged my pants off completely, leaving me in just my underwear then sat me on his lap.
“What?” I’d been in a blissful state of submission.
“There are lots of different ways I can give you an orgasm. Pick one.”
“Please fuck me, Sir?”
“Good choice. Strip and get on all fours, facing away from me.”
I scrambled into position, nearly tearing my briefs off in my hurry to do as he told me. King grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and took off his boxers.
“Do you prefer I use a condom?”
“No, Sir. It’s not necessary. Unless you want one, of course.”
