His eyelids fluttered open and he blinked at me. “I’m so—”
“It’s too late for apologies, Lamb. I won’t accept them. Now’s the time for you to listen to me. Understood?”
His pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. See, Lamb, I’m a cop, and I love my job.” I ran my hand over his left arsecheek, listening to the way he inhaled deeply with the movement. “I know you don’t understand why I enjoy it, and I don’t think you ever will. That’s fine. We don’t have to always like what each other does for a living. I’ll never get why you defend criminals, men who kill. As much as it frustrates me, I would never ask you to give up your career.”
River let out a shaky breath, a tremble going through his body.
“Being seen with a criminal is not illegal for me, no, but it puts doubts on me. My coworkers wouldn’t trust me, Lamb, and that’s detrimental for a cop. If my coworkers hated me, they wouldn’t have my back when I need them, and that support’s the difference between life and death for me some days.” I scraped my fingernails over the sensitive skin of his right arsecheek and he gasped. “I can’t have that because I want to come home to you every day, Lamb. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” River shivered.
“But I know I can’t avoid being near the Kings, not with Hayden being one and you spending time with them, so we need to meet halfway. We’ll discuss that later, though, when you’re not getting punished.” The first swat I gave his arse was swift, but not hard. The sound of the slap reverberated around the room, and his pale skin was already reddening in the shape of my hand.
He gasped and jerked forward, just enough for me to feel his hard cock press against my inner thigh. I grinned. The lead-up to a spanking already had him rock-solid, and that excited me. My own dick twitched in the confines of my briefs.
“Do you think you deserve this punishment now, Lamb?” I asked, laying another slap across his arse, this one harder than the one before.
He moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that had desire coiling in my gut. My face already felt too hot. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Now we can talk about Tim Wilson. You went off when I gave you an order not to. You purposely played with my jealousy and directly ignored me.” Another slap, this one at the bottom of his mounds and harder again.
He jerked forward, whimpering. His cock nudged against my thigh again, and I resisted the urge to reach underneath and touch him.
“That willnothappen again. Am I clear? I will not tolerate your disobedience.” Another slap, this one right over the first area where I’d spanked him. His pale arsecheeks were turning a rosy red, all pretty in their growing color, and his skin felt hot under my hand. I loved the way he whimpered, so I laid a slap over the same place again.
His gasps and moans grew louder, and this time he whined out his answer. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Please what?” I fondled his arse with soft strokes, right over the reddening skin, and grinned. “What are you trying to say, Lamb? Use your words.”
“Please touch me. Fuck me. Something.”
I laughed and it was loud in the otherwise quiet room. “No, Lamb. I won’t fuck you. Not until I know you’ve learned your lesson.”
“I have.” River sent me a pleading pout, and usually I’d give him what he wanted. But not this time. I was going to show him the Dom I really was. “Please, Sir. I won’t do it again.”
“You won’t because I’m going to make sure you’ve learned your lesson.” Another spank to his arse, and he jerked forward again, hissing. “Get on your knees, Lamb. I want your mouth on my cock.”
He groaned, but like a good sub, he wriggled himself off my lap and to the floor in front of me. It took him a minute, struggling with his tied wrists and his pants around his thighs, but he managed to get between my legs. I unbuckled my belt and undid my pants, yanking them open to reach inside and bring my cock out of the waistband of my briefs.
He licked his lips and leaned forward, taking half my uncut dick into his mouth without a complaint. He sucked eagerly, licking at my hardness and groaning all at once. Everything he did with his mouth was perfect, between the way he lapped at my cock and balls, to the way he sucked me into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. River licked and slurped with eagerness, like a man who was doing something he thoroughly enjoyed.
I grabbed his chin, and he glanced up at me. “Take it all in, Lamb. Make your Sir happy.”
Whimpering, he leaned into my touch before he had his mouth back on my cock. He took my entire length down his throat and gagged once or twice, breathing heavily through his nose, but the tightness of his suction had me floating in pleasure heaven. My head fell back against the couch and I closed my eyes for a moment, groaning. My belly was hot with need, my balls pulsing, ready to explode if he kept working me.
“Fuck, Lamb. Just like that.”
He groaned around me and gagged again before he pulled back and gasped for air. He blinked up at me, eyes blind without his glasses, and he was so beautiful that I wanted nothing more than to paint his handsome face with my cum, mark him as mine.
“Do you understand what you did wrong, Lamb?” I leaned forward to pet down the side of his face and his eyelashes fluttered closed.
“Yes, Sir.” His voice was deeper, rougher, and I thought it was because he’d had my cock stuffed down his throat. My chest warmed at that but I kept my voice stern.
“Hm. I don’t think you do. Should I keep you tied up for the night, without my cock?”
He whimpered and opened his eyes again, staring pleadingly at me. “Please, Sir, don’t do that.”
