“Perhaps. That doesn’t mean I’m going to give you what you want.”
“Does that mean youdon’twant to fuck me?” I stepped back slightly and turned, like I was going to walk away, but made sure I kept my eyes locked on his, grinning the whole time. “Huh, and there was me thinking you’d been thirsting over my arse in shorts all afternoon, desperate to see what’s under them.”
Ezra raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Are you really going to try that, puppy?”
“I’m not trying anything.”
“It’s lucky you’re adorable,” he said, gesturing his head towards the door to his building. “Come on, let’s go inside. Maybe if you’re good you’ll get your reward.”
“Pfft, I’m always good,” I scoffed as I quickly followed him inside.
“I’m sure you are.”
“I don’t think you believe me.”
“That’s because I don’t,” he said as he unlocked his front door, giving it a shove with his shoulder to make it open. “Remember your tantrum at training?”
“Yeah, but that was totally justified. You were winding me up! If anything, you were responsible for it.” I slipped my trainers off and stretched, knowing my tank top would ride up to show off my stomach and the waistband of my underwear. They weren’t the same ones I’d worn for the match, obviously, but they were the same style.
Ezra raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Are you really going to blame me for your behaviour?”
My stomach squirmed as I grinned, my dick chubbing. Pushing his buttons was fun, and I really wanted to know what would happen if I kept doing it. “Maybe,” I said, attempting a casual shrug. “If you hadn’t kept teasing me, I wouldn’t have been so wound up. Then I might have been good.”
Ezra chuckled, stepping into my space and putting his hand on my jaw, drawing my eyes up to meet his. “I know what you’re doing, Danny.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re trying to push my buttons. You want to know what I’ll do.”
“And if I am?”
“You won’t like what happens.”
“Maybe I will,” I said defiantly. “You keep threatening all these consequences, but I haven’t seen any yet. I think you like me winding you up. I bet you think it’s cute.”
Ezra’s eyes were full of amusement as he leant down, brushing his lips across the shell of my ear. “Careful, puppy. You’re playing with fire.”
I laughed, my whole body full of buzzing energy. Similar to how I felt before a big game, but a thousand times more intense. “Oooh, spank me, Daddy,” I said teasingly. I was desperate for him to react, to do something.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, his other hand snaking around my waist to grab my arse. “Do you want me to spank you? I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He tapped my butt—not hard, but it was enough to make me moan, the sensation sending a wave of unexpected pleasure through me.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, puppy?” Ezra continued, smacking my butt again. It wasn’t anything more than a light slap, but I still groaned, my cock hardening so quickly it almost made me lightheaded. “Such a needy, naughty boy. Next time, all you have to do is ask.”
He smacked me again and I gasped, my hips jerking as I tried to find any sort of friction. But Ezra had moved his leg away, angling his body in a way that meant I could only hump the air in front of me. “Maybe next time I’ll put you over my knee, turnthat pretty arse of yours all red. And if you’re a good boy, then I’ll consider letting you come. If not, you’ll have to wait.”
“That’s… fuck, that’s not fair!”
“Isn’t it?”
“No!”
He chuckled darkly. “Who said anything about fair, baby?” He smacked me again and I grabbed the front of his shirt as I groaned loudly, my cock dripping precum into my underwear. Fuck, at this rate they’d be soaked by the time he took them off. What was it about Ezra that had me leaking like a fucking tap?
“I… I… It’s… uughh…” I tried to object but I couldn’t make the words form on my tongue. I wanted to tell him that he was being a dick and that I should get what I wanted because I was too sexy to deny. But all I could manage were desperate moans and needy whines.
“You make such pretty sounds,” Ezra said as he rubbed my arse and grabbed my cheeks. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when I fuck you.”
“P-Please,” I said. “Want it now.”
