LEGEND
I sat on the bed,stretching my shoulders as I leaned against the headboard. I’d undressed except for my underwear and grabbed the lube while Finn had gone into the walk-in wardrobe. As patiently as I was waiting while he got dressed, I felt anything but.
The pain from the jellyfish sting twisted through my body and was a dull throb in my spine and across my abs, but I’d been stung a lot worse than this. The hours of agony were the consequences of having such magical, wild creatures as pets. No one in their right mind had box jellyfish in aquariums at home, not only because of how dangerous they were, but because of the significant amount of maintenance their tanks took to keep them healthy—but I’d been accused of being crazy more than once.
I ran a hand over my abs until I reached the waistband of my jocks, playing with the elastic teasingly. “Choose the prettiest one for me, Lolly.”
“You don’t trust me to do that?” Finn’s lyrical voice sang from behind the door of the wardrobe.
I laughed. “Course, I do. You always look hot.”
“Only hot?”
His question made me pause for added effect. I didn’t want to give him an answer straightaway because he deserved every long second of punishment. “Hm. Youknowyou’re bloody beautiful, too. I’d eat you out every minute of the day, if you gave me the chance.”
His cheeky laugh had my boner throbbing, and I slipped my hand under the elastic of my jocks, wrapping it around myself to give my cock a hard tug. I’d hated not being able to take him earlier when he’d offered to make it better for me. Since I’d met him, I’d never imagined a time when I wouldn’t get hard for him, but pain from a jellyfish sting could do that to a man. There were no words to describe the agony. It was a chaos of muscles contracting until you were almost paralyzed, your heart racing faster than an F-1 car, pain receptors buzzing like a swarm of angry bees, and your insides seizing up. Even a manintopain as a way to get off wouldn’t be able to get hard with that level of torture.
I gave myself a rough squeeze, and when the door to the wardrobe finally opened, I smirked as he stepped out. The moment I laid eyes on him, I sucked in a deep breath and let my cock go so I wouldn’t explode then and there.
Stunning, beautiful, and world-shattering were too weak of words to describe how fucking hot he looked in the deep red mini dress. The front was loose, dipping low to show off the vee of his smooth chest. The dress was short, giving me a good view of his clean-shaven thighs. His equally red knickers peeked out from the front, the see-through material giving me the perfect glimpse of the head of his cock pressing insistently against them.
I exhaled and twirled my finger in a circle. “Spin.”
He rocked on his bare feet and smoothed his hands down the front of the dress. Lashes fluttering, he did as I’d ordered, taking his time to slowly turn on the spot. The back of the minidress dipped in the center much like it did in the front, showing off his flawless skin to the middle of his spine. His arse was a round piece of perfection, adding bounce in the material, but the glimpse of his knickers from underneath showed he was wearing another pair of split panties, giving me as much access as I wanted to his hole.
My boner pulsed and my heartbeat was trapped there in the hard piece of flesh. “Fuck.” I dragged the word out as it got caught in the base of my throat, deeper than I usually spoke. Pleasure boiled inside me as I kneaded my stomach with the kind of desire that left me ready to fuck until my balls were drained. But I needed to center myself and be patient.
First—Lolly’s punishment.
Finn stopped when he was facing me again. He fingered the bottom hem of the dress almost nervously, waiting.
I crooked my finger. “Come here and lie across my thighs.”
He hesitated, a mixture of fear and pleasure dancing in his eyes, before he finally stepped toward me. His footsteps were barely a blip in the otherwise quiet room, and he walked as though floating on air, graceful and light on his feet. He stopped beside the bed, his stare dragging from my legs to my head, taking his time while eating me up with his gaze until he finally met mine. A jolt passed through me.
I smirked at him and patted my thigh. “Here.”
He flushed a deep red and turned his head away, obviously embarrassed as he climbed up on the bed. His cock poked almost straight out in his knickers, and it bounced when he dug his knee into the mattress before lying across my lap like I’d demanded. The dress rode up, showing off his cute arse, with the lacy material of his underwear cupping his cheeks as though they were hands.
He wriggled until he got comfortable, and the firmness of his boner dug into the space between my legs. I spied the bandage on his arm, but I was careful with him as I touched my hand to the middle of his back, shoving his chest down onto the bed so his arse curved up in the air.
“Do you know why you’re in trouble?” I murmured, voice deep as I rubbed a teasing circle across the back of his cheeks. My palm caressed the exposed skin that his knickers left bare, but I didn’t linger like I wanted. While this was going to feel good for him, it was also going to drive him absolutely insane. He would beg me to fuck him by the end.
He shivered under my teasing touch and let out a deep breath. “I left without your permission.”
“You did.” I scratched a fingernail over a piece of his bare flesh, and goose bumps spread across his skin. He shuddered hard and a small whimper left his lips. “And why is that bad?”
“Because—”
My hand came down on his arse roughly. A red print flushed almost instantly across his pale skin, and a gasp slipped from his mouth as he rocked forward, but I held him still.
“Because?” I licked my lips, my cock giving a violent throb as pleasure simmered low in my gut. Smoothing my hand over his heated cheeks, I tilted my head to stare at the lustful expression on his beautiful face. His lashes fluttered and he rocked forward again, this time trying to get friction on his boner. The way his mouth fell open and his brow furrowed made his intentions clear. The little cheat. I spread my legs, not giving him what he wanted, and he groaned in disappointment. “Answer me, Lolly. I’m not a patient man.”
“Because you want to protect me?” His sweet American accent grew thicker as his desire heightened.
“Yes, I do.” I smacked him across the arse again, this time with more force. The sound that left his mouth was a combination of a hiss and a moan, and his trembling intensified. The pretty red dress crept higher up his round cheeks as he writhed, searching for relief. “I’m in charge of you, aren’t I?”
He whimpered in answer as I slapped my palm across the curves of his cheeks again, the redness that my hand left behind darkening. To my delight, he moaned in response and nodded furiously. “Yes.”
