I stroked his back, all the way up the curve of his spine until my hand was tangled in his hair. I gripped his head, turning his face into the pillow. “I want to make sure you can feel this later, baby, but you’re gonna have to keep it down and take it quietly, or else we’ll have questions to answer.”
“I’ll be good I’ll be good I’ll be good,” he chanted, gripping the pillow with both his hands and shoving it against his face.
Fuck, that was hot. But nowIhad to be good. Ignore my dick for real, stop teasing him and torturing us both with what we weren’t gonna get tonight, and lay into him the way he needed me to.
Okay, then.
I spanked him again, his legs twitching and a muffled moan sounding into the pillow. And then again, enchanted by the way it made his tight little ass bounce and his cock twitch and pulse between my legs.
“Baby,” I said, my voice thick as I squeezed all that blooming color in his cheeks, watched my fingerprints fill back in from white to red when I let go, and then cracked my palm into him again. And again. Andagain. “You’re mine. Can you feel this? Because you gotta remember this, Noe. Remember who you belong to.”
He sobbed into the pillow, then lifted his ass up for more, saying something I couldn’t understand.
Correction: that I couldn’thear. I still knew what he was saying, with or without the words, because I always understood my boy.
Thank you, Master.
Yes, Daddy.
I’m yours, Gage.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that, sweetheart?” I asked, laying down a pattern that turned him red from the tops of his thighs all the way up to the two dimples at the base of his spine.
For a while, I almost lost myself in the mesmerizing rhythm and my boy’s beautiful response. He was trembling, his body tensing up before each smack and then shuddering back into submission when it landed. My hand had gone from stinging, to burning, to starting to tingle the way a limb does right before it goes numb, and if his ass felt the same, then it was almost enough.
Almost, but I could tell I still needed to give him… something.
“I’ve got you,” I promised, spanking him again.
He made the world’s sweetest sound with that one—half cry, half sigh—and finally went limp, as if that promise had pushed him past the edge of all his worries, his body no longer even twitching when my hand cracked into him again.
Ah, yeah. That was definitely it. That was what he’d needed.
I rubbed his ass. Smacked it again. Then smoothed away the burn with my hand, the heat of his skin radiating off him in waves.
Noah wasn’t thinking about missing his collar anymore. He wasn’t missinganything, because he knew I had him. He knew he was right where he belonged.
“You still with me, babe?” I asked, getting a dreamy-sounding “hmmmmm” in response.
I rolled him over, and… yep. He looked just as blissed out as if he’d come, but his cock was still hard, so that wasn’t it.
Noah arched his back and wiggled his ass against my jeans, right over the thick line of the erection that snaked down over my thigh, his head tipped back against the mattress as he hissed at what had to be some intense sensation from rubbing himself against the denim like that. He was smiling, though. A soft, sleepy one that I could fucking live on, just a hint of his dimples showing.
I’dgiven him that.
I’d banished the sad.
I’d done right by my boy, and as tempting as it was to take that pretty cock of his in hand now, to work him up until he screamed, to reward him for his good behavior until he was clutching me and shaking and giving up his cum on my command, I was gonna keep right on doing right by him bynotdoing all that tonight.
And the best part? Even with that hard, wet dick of his pointing toward the sky, I could tell that he didn’t even need it. He’d already gotten everything he needed… and fuck if being the one who’d given it to him wasn’t satisfying on a whole different level.
“You’re perfect like this,” I said, running my hand over his chest and then hauling him up so I could wrap him in my arms where he belonged. “You were so good for me, baby.”
His eyelids fluttered open as his eyes tried to focus on my face. “Are we… Are we done?”
He was almost slurring the words as he slowly blinked up at me, like he was drunk on the high of what I’d just given him.
“We’re done with the spanking, but you and me, Noe? We’ll never be done,” I said, smoothing his hair back from his face and wishing like hell I could hold him even closer, tuck him right inside my chest where he could feel all these… thesefeelingsI had for him.
