I spanked him hard enough that he groaned and sobbed. Real tears sparkled on his cheeks, and then I slipped my arms around him and unbuckled his pants. “Max, I’m going to take these down.” He nodded, and that wasn’t really good enough for this type of situation, but I was beyond doing things the right way when it came to him. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t, so I might as well have this.
Max wasn’t helpful as I stripped his pants down from his ass, but he didn’t stop me, either. His cheeks were already red. Tears poured down his face when he turned to glare, and I wasn’t sure if they were from me spanking him or everything else that had happened this morning.
“Tell me what you want me to know, Max.”
“You’re a fucking jerk.”
I cracked his ass hard, and feeling his skin under my hand, warm and giving, was a soul-deep satisfaction. His pale asscheeks reddened and I loved seeing the outline of my hand on his body. He wasn’t marked at all beyond what I’d done. Was he really not playing with Vic?
My shoulders unclenched for the first time in weeks. I caressed his soft skin and wandered my fingers into his crack. He moaned and twisted his hips against me, and I didn’t stop him, only toyed with his hole until he whimpered out something that sounded like “not clean,” which made me want to laugh.
“What else, Max? Now’s your chance to say whatever you want.”
He shook his head. “You don’t want me, so none of it fucking matters.”
“Wrong.”
His head shot up, and I stopped playing to bring my hand down hard on his asscheeks again. I didn’t stop this time. He bucked against me and tried to twist his hands back to block my swats, but I grabbed the nape of his neck and held him down, striking him again and again until his cries were snotty and garbled and he worked his hard-on against my leg frantically. I brought my hand down and didn’t hit him again, simply massaged it over the bright red flesh of his ass. He stiffened and gasped, and a small, warm wet spot on my leg—his cum—had my cock throbbing with need. He went limp and shivered on my lap while he sobbed barely loud enough for me to hear.
“You hurt me,” he said as I helped him onto his knees a few minutes later. He flopped back on the bed and his head hit a pillow, his cheeks flushed and adorable. His sticky, cum-coated cock was gleaming and beautiful and I couldn’t resist; I leaned over and sucked his half-hard flesh into my mouth, tonguing the semi. The bright, salty tang of his spunk washed over my taste buds and I hummed. He twisted underneath me—couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted me to keep going or stop as he shoved at my shoulder and curled his fingers behind my head to hold me in place. Soon I’d eaten all he had to offer and I sat back. He stared at me with tears still dribbling down his cheeks and sniffed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. I yanked his pants the rest of the way off and let them crumple in a heap on the floor. The shirt went. One at a time I tugged his socks off and tossed them, and he didn’t so much as flinch, simply let me undress him.
Moving up the bed, I kicked off my own shoes and let them clatter to the floor, and then I drew him to me until he was in my arms with his back and freshly spanked ass pressed to my front. I wrapped him up and brought him as close to me as I could, and I got another full-body shiver from him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered in his ear.
“You’re apologizing to me?” he rasped out.
“You never deserved that. I’m appalled at what happened in the office, and Vane will be apologizing to you.”
His hand clamped onto my arm. “He will be?”
“Yes.”
“Didn’t you say I needed to apologize to him?”
“Yes,” I repeated, my voice sliding into a warning tone.
“Do I still have to?”
I brought my hand down to his tender ass and squeezed. He let out a gasp. “Yes, you do, boy,” I murmured into his ear.
He froze, and so did I. I shouldn’t have said that to him. But then again, I shouldn’t be here at all. I drew him back into my arms and rested one of my hands on his chest and the other on his flat stomach. I kissed his ear, and he rocked his ass back against me, letting out a mewling little moan. Heat streaked through my groin and my cockhead throbbed.
He reached back as if he wanted to touch my dick, and I grasped his wrist, pressing his arm to his side.
“Please. I want to be good, Daddy. I want to make you happy with me,” he whispered.
My heart soared and I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “You’re not okay right now. After you’ve had time to think, we can revisit you pleasing me that way, okay? You’re such a good boy. I didn’t send you to Vic because I didn’t think you were a good boy. Please believe me.”
He sniffed again and nodded. I curled my fingers together with his and brought his hand back to his stomach so I could hold it in place. The last few weeks caught up with me. I hadn’t been sleeping well. I’d been worried about Max and missing him, and with him finally safe and snug in my arms, I pressed my cheek to the top of his head and allowed my eyes to close. He let out what I hoped was a happy sigh and leaned back against me.
Sometime later my phone was ringing and annoying me. I groaned because even with my eyelids closed, I could tell the room was getting dim, which meant we’d slept most of the day away. Max was sweet and warm in my arms, and when I opened my eyes, his were still closed and his mouth was slack with sleep.
I fumbled my phone out of my pocket. “Hello?”
“JP?” Vane sounding upset had me snapping awake immediately.
“Yes, sir?”
