“Daddy.” His fingers flexed, digging them deep into the comforter.
“Shh, Daddy’s got you.” I slipped on the gloves and dumped the cool gel directly onto his muscled back. He jumped and moaned. I took my time spreading the gel, making him shine for a whole new reason. “This is your punishment. Waiting for Daddy’s cock.”
He whimpered and pleaded with his eyes, but I massaged all the way down to his ass, taking my time.
“Roll over, boy,” I whispered.
He shifted onto his back, and I drizzled gel onto his chest, running my hand through it to tease his nipples. I stopped long enough to carefully apply the gel to his face, then continued my journey downward across his abs.
When I was done, I grabbed the bottle a final time. Yeah, his red, needy cock needed a good coating, too.
“Did you know lidocaine is used to stop premature ejaculation, boy?”
His eyes flew wide open and he fucked my gloved fist like a demon. We couldn’t have him getting off that way, so I unclenched my fingers one by one, and his face contorted into something like pain as he was left pumping into nothing but air.
“Daddy says you’re not coming unless it’s on my cock. Do you understand, sweet boy?” I smirked at him.
He was so far gone I wasn’t entirely sure the words had filtered past the clear signs of sub space. His gaze was on my face, but it was more worshipful than anything else. After several heartbeats, he nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
I stripped off the gloves while he watched and casually tossed them onto the floor. I felt ten feet tall with his focus glued to me. I kept my back straight as I walked to the dresser. I drew things out on purpose. Opened one drawer. Then another. Finally, I went to the one where I stashed a few toys and pulled out a flat hairbrush I’d bought the last time we went grocery shopping. There was nothing special about the black plastic and cheap bristles, but it was as wide across as my palm. I raised the brush as if I were inspecting it, but I couldn’t care less about it. No, every molecule of my body was focused fully on Keaton.
“Put that ass in the air for Daddy.” My words were more a rasp than anything.
He rolled over and those perfect round cheeks were high in the air in no time flat. I didn’t remember moving, but I felt the vibration of the brush impacting all the way up to my shoulder, and my cock flexed, sending a heady rush of ecstasy swirling through my body. I’d left a red welt on his pale skin.
A dazzling mark to claim him as mine.
He cried out softly, the sound an undeniable temptation to continue.
“Count for Daddy. This isn’t your punishment, by the way. This is a reward because I know you’re a filthy boy who loves a good, hard spanking. Saythank you,Daddyeach time you count.”
“One. Th-thank you, Daddy.” He sobbed and his hips shook. I didn’t think he knew what he wanted at this point. To be filled? To be spanked? Both?
Excitement thrilled through my body. “Fuck, Daddy loves you, boy.”
21
KEATON
“Nineteen. Thank—Thank you, Da-Daddy.” My voice wavered. Spitting out the words felt a lot like swallowing nails. My entire body trembled with need and my teeth chattered. My asscheeks stung more than my sunburn. I’d never experienced such strong emotions, and I was caught between the urge to lean back into each strike and pull away from him for relief.
My heart drummed in my ears, and I couldn’t gather my breath. I felt superhuman under the firm strokes of the brush against my sensitive asscheeks.
Anotherthwackmade my knees wobble, and I wasn’t sure how much longer they’d hold my weight.
“Number, boy,” Zayn murmured when I let out a shuddery breath. He caressed the burning spot he’d created, and I jerked away from him, but he encircled my waist with his arm, keeping me upright and near him.
“Twe-twenty. Thank you, Daddy.” My fingers curled in the sheets below me, gripping them tight. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My dick was flushed red, precum beading at the slit and dripping onto the bed. The threads of my orgasmstrangled my balls. I was so fucking close it hurt, but Daddy had told me not to come.
Theclackof him dropping the brush on the nightstand had me exhaling loudly through my nose. The pleasant yet painful throbbing from my asscheeks spread electric currents up my spine and down to my dick, which jolted as another long stream of precum dripped onto the mattress beneath me. Hunger for Zayn warmed my belly, but between the spanking with the brush and the tiredness that came with the sunburn, my limbs felt like jelly. My knees trembled harder.
He cooed out a soft sound. “Oh, my sweet boy. Look at you. You look absolutely wrecked and we only just got started.”
I whimpered, spreading my legs wider. My dick was heavy, bobbing insistently for release that I knew he wasn’t going to give me anytime soon. He’d said the spanking wasn’t the punishment, but it certainly felt like it with how desperate I was to come.
“I want to come, Daddy.” I suspected I should’ve been embarrassed with how needy I sounded, but I didn’t have it in me to care. He could do anything to me, and I’d never be ashamed of my reactions. “Please, let me come.”
I wasn’t the type of guy to beg. I fucking hated the thought of it. My life involved me doing what I had to in order to survive.
