“It’s gonna be a lot, Noe,” I said, kneading him again and mesmerized as always by the way it made just a hint of his hole appear and disappear, winking and teasing me. “This spanking is the consequence you get for damaging something that matters to me, but it’s also so you can feel me tomorrow and remember who you belong to.”
He sighed, melting into me.
“You ready to hurt for me now, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” he all but moaned, another one of those subtle shudders running through his body that made me want to see how fast I could take him apart… or how long I could stretch it out.
But fuck.
No.
Not this time. No distractions. He was counting on me, and I needed to follow through, starting now.
I spanked him, hard enough that my palm stung and his skin rippled and he gaspedbeautifully, back bowing as he ground his wet dick into my lap before collapsing against me again with a cock-hardening moan.
Motherfuckingtorture.
I groaned as my cock started to throb in appreciation, but then—weirdly—forgot all about my cock for a second when Noah turned his head to the side and cracked his eyes open.
“Thank you,” he whispered, giving me the kind of slow, dreamy smile that put me at serious risk of turning into a stupid Hallmark commercial and finding a way to shower him with hearts and flower and shit.
Jesus. Did guys even do shit like that for each other? I mean, sure, I let some pretty touchy-feely endearments roll off my tongue to him on the regular now, but since I’d never gone for actual relationships with the girls I’d fucked in the past, I had zero experience in how to do all that sappy shit the right way for someone who actually mattered to me. And that level of ignorance wasn’t even factoring in the fact that—for as sweet and delicious and goddamnprettyas Noah was—he was most definitelynota girl… as that hard little cock he’d wedged between my thighs could attest to.
Shit. Did I need to do some more gay research? The kind thatdidn’tinvolve porn?
“Tell me why we’re doing this, Noe,” I said, rubbing his ass and suddenly wishing I had the right kind of words to saymore, even if I did lose my man card for it. I cleared my throat. “Why am I spanking you, babe?”
“Because… because I messed up, G,” Noah said, his voice already taking on that dreamy quality it got whenever I took control of him like this. “The collar…” His voice got thick, but he powered through. “The collar was hurting me, and I tried to hide it from you because I… I wanted to keep wearing it anyway.”
“That’s right,” I said, my palm splayed over all that beautiful pink. “And hiding shit from me is never gonna be okay, not to mention that it makes me fucking crazy when anything hurts you, Noe. You know that.”
“I know, D-D-Daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Jesus fuck,” I whispered, so gone for him it wasn’t even funny.
Did I totally get off on the total servitude that that collar had inspired in him? Hell yeah, I did. Butthatword… it wasn’t just hot and kinky. I mean, itwasthose things for sure, but it was also something more. Somethingright. Something that got to me, every damn time he said it.
I rocked Noah against my lap until he started panting, eyes glazing over completely. “So good for me, sweetheart,” I praised him. “Look at you.”
He whined, that quiet one of his that slipped out sometimes that I was pretty sure he wasn’t even aware of, and his cock let loose with a gush of heat… not enough that I thought my boy had actually disobeyed me and come, but definitely enough to leave no doubt about how much he enjoyed being good for me like this.
I groaned, tightening my thighs around that pretty little dick of his and rubbing his ass harder... rocking him down against me faster… wanting to feel him fuckingsoakme.
Noah was a wet one, his cock dribbling out precum in an endless supply as it led up to the main event, and I fucking loved it because it made it easy to keep everything lubed up when I was playing with him. And yeah, it was a rush to see the inescapable evidence of the effect I had on him, but most of all,mostof all, him getting so fucking wet for me was perfect because it was proof that his body fuckingknewme now. Knew I was in charge. Knew what was coming whenever I got my hands on him. And every time I touched him lately? All those tell-tale responses of his, the wet cock and flushed skin; blown pupils and dazed, dreamy submission; and thosesoundshe made… just, fuck. His body responded with all that shit quicker every time, like he was getting conditioned to his master’s touch, like he knew just how good I was gonna make it for him. It was hot as hell, and—
Oh… shit. My bad.
I stopped.
I’d forgotten that we weren’t doing this right now. The sex parts, I mean. He was just so addictively responsive that I wanted to make him come and come and come, every goddamn day, forever. I wanted him to feel as good as it was humanly possible to feel, and I wanted one hundred percent of that goodness to come fromme… just like all the goodness in my life had always come from him.
Noah thrust his hips against me when I stopped moving, trying to get more of what I’d just given him a taste of. I spanked him hard to put a stop to that and get us back on track, and the crack echoed so loud in our dorm room that I half expected to hear the RA start pounding on our door like she’d done a few times before.
No interruptions, though.
I grinned. She probably hadn’t heard it… not over the sweet-as-fuck wail my boy had let out after his shocked gasp, the one that had made me almost come in my pants because it had been the sound of total, unfilteredgratitude.
His cry died down to a whimper, then he thrust his ass up at me. “Again. Please, Master.More.”
