I… Jesus. My throat started to tighten up, a weird constriction squeezing my chest somewhere in the hearticular region at the same time.
He meant it.Morethan meant it. He proved that over and over, every damn morning, when he begged me to push him a little further as I trained his hole. And even though it was my job to make sure he did theoppositeof hurting for me, still, the fact that he wanted to—the way he kept showing me in endless fucking ways that he was all in, all mine, one hundred percent committed just like he had been from the first day we met—that shit…
Fuck, I had to clear my throat.
That shit meant something. And fuck me, but had I ever actually told him that? How muchhemeant to me?
Later. I mean, yeah, it was sappy as fuck, but I should definitely do it. But still… later. Right now I had to clear my throat again so I didn’t break down and do anything to lose my man card, like dump a bunch offeelingsall over him or whatever, and then, as soon as I managed to get shit under control, I was going to have to hurry up and refocus. Do a quick mental scramble to come up with a way to fix this for him. Erase those tears in his too-pretty eyes and replace them with what he deserved.
Which, for the record, was all good things, all the fucking time,always.
Fixing it wasn’t going to happen by putting that goddamn collar back on him, though, that was for damn sure. But... yeah, I got what he was saying about being gutted by taking it off. I loved seeing it around his neck, too. And I hadn’t been lying, it wasn’t whatmadehim mine, but there was no denying that it had been satisfying as fuck to have it there as a constant reminder that hewasmine.
Fact: I’d probably brand my claim into his goddamn skin if I wasn’t just as averse to marring how perfect all that smooth, pale flesh of his was as I was to the whole idea of ever causing him pain, and I gave zero fucks that that possessive, claiming instinct of mine was one hundred percent Neanderthal. The idea of anyone and everyone knowing that Noah was mine worked for me big time.
But not at the expense of him hurting like this.
I brushed the tears off his cheeks, but then paused when those tears reminded me of how wrecked he’d looked after I’d spanked him the other day.
Huh. So, maybe I wasn’ttotallyaverse to causing him a little pain. And sure, last time it had turned into something that was more about making him cum than it really was about disciplining him—or maybe a little of both?—but point being, his sweet little ass had ached for days afterward, so giving him that kind of consequence again right now wouldn’t just settle him down and remind him who he belonged to. It also meant he’d still be walking around campus with an unmistakable reminder that hewasmine.
Okay then. An ache in his ass and the memory that it was my hand that had put it there was only temporary, and it wasn’t a true replacement for the collar, but still, some of the stress over upsetting him leached out of me now that I had a plan.
“You belong to me. Isn’t that right, baby?” I asked, getting a nod and a sad, watery sigh as his fingers continued to flutter over his bare throat. I pulled them away and trapped them in one of my hands, hardening my voice. “That’s right. You do, Noah. With or without that collar.” I stroked a finger of my own over the irritated skin, feather-light, and lowered my voice. “And what kind of consequences do you think you deserve for not taking better care of my property, slave?”
His eyes widened, and for a second, I thought I might have fucked up by phrasing it that way.
This wasn’t his fault. Jesus. It wassonot his fault. It was totally mine. But if he’d go with me on this one, I was pretty sure a spankingwouldmake him feel better. It would make him feel owned and claimed and cared for, just like that collar had.
“C-c-c-consequences?” he repeated back shakily, a shiver running through him as the misery on his face started to turn into something a little less devastated.
Thank fuck. Guess I hadn’t screwed it up after all.
“That’s right, Noe.”
“What, um, what kind of consequences, Master?” he asked, voice still shaky, but also full of breathless anticipation now.
The look on his face made it clear that he already knewexactlywhat kind of consequences I’d meant, he just wanted to hear me say it. Was no doubt remembering, just like I was, exactly how my “consequences” had resulted in epic amounts of cum from the both of us last time. And yeah, it was tempting as fuck to roll us right into a repeat of that hot little session, but I could be strong and not go there tonight. Iwouldbe strong, because hot or not, this wasn’t the same situation.
Fuck. Easier said than done. I could do this, though.
“Come on over here so I can show you what kind, Noe,” I said, pulling him along with me to one of the beds—his old one, which I’d designated for other uses now that he slept in mine every night—and getting myself into position.
Last time, sitting on the chair at my desk with him bent over my knees had been hot as fuck in a totally porny, naughty-little-boy way… but it had also meant Noah had spent the whole time having to dangle kinda awkwardly over my lap, balancing himself with toes and palms pressed against the floor. This time, I figured if I sat on the bed with my back to the wall, he could bare that sweet little ass of his for me, spread himself out over my lap comfortably, and let the mattress support the rest of his body so he could relax and just take what I gave him.
Well, notrelax, exactly, but…
I grinned, then tamped it down and reminded my cock yet-a-fucking-gain that I was gonna spank him and then move on to school shit,notspank him and then see how many fingers I could fit inside his tight little asshole before he started screaming my name and shooting jizz all over the floor.
I patted my lap. “You know what to do, slave. Clothes off and then get up here. I want you all the way naked except for your—”
I clamped my mouth shut as soon as I realized what I’d been about to say, but too late. Fuckingfuck. Damage already done.
Noah reached up to touch his neck again, his eyes turning too bright, suddenly looking too glassy.
My fault.Again.
Jesusfuck.
