“I will tell the truth,” Owen echoed. He surprised himself as his voice cracked in desperation. Hewantedthis.
Anothersmackechoed in the quiet cabin of the car, and the burning that followed it seared Owen’s flesh. Owen winced and wiggled, but Crawford was quick to treat his skin with kindness and work away the pain with hiscaress.
“You will beontime.”
“I will beontime.”
Anothersmack. Owen hissed out in pain, but his cock throbbed with pleasure. He wiggled his hips again, partially to do away with the fire spreading across his cheek, and partially to rub his cock against Crawford’s thigh. The embarrassment was forgotten. Owen didn’t care who looked through the window—all he wanted was Crawford’s body. Instincts begged him to rise to his knees and present himself to his alpha, but Owenheldback.
He didn’t want to get in moretrouble.
“I will respect myMaster.”
Owen sucked in a breath and buried his face tighter into his arms. It wasn’t often he called Crawford Master, but the title had slowly been working its way into his vocabulary while theyplayed.
Involuntarily, Owen’s hips bucked forward, and Crawford was quick to spank him again. “No. You will repeat after me. I will respect myMaster.”
“I will respect my Master,” Owen gasped, breathless. His exhalations left his arms humid, but it wasn’t until his cheek was pressed against his damp skin that herealizedit.
Another sharpsmackrang through the back of the car, and Owen drew a breath that did nothing for his shriveled lungs. Arousal welled inside of him, drowning him beneath it. No matter how he tried, he wasn’t about to catch hisbreath.
“I will respect my Master.” Owen’s voice rose, trembling anddelicate.
Another slap. Tears beaded in Owen’s eyes and his toes curled. He hissed out in pain, but the agony was short lived before it blossomed into utterbliss.
“I will respect myMaster!”
“Good.” Crawford’s hand caressed where it had struck, and Owen blinked away his tears. He was hard, and it left him wanting Crawford in the worst way. To stretch for him, to take his knot, to submit beneath him and give Crawford full control of his body… Owen ached for it. “That’s a goodstart.”
“A good start?” Owen whisperedinawe.
“You didn’t think it was over, did you, pet?” Crawford smirked. “We’ve only justbegun.”
* * *
They fell into bed together.Owen beyond himself with need, and Crawford still steadfast and steely. With force, Master pinned his pet to the mattress. Seconds later, Owen’s shirt hit thefloor.
“Master,” Owen gasped. The chill of the open air spread goosebumps along his arms and his nipples were already hard—Crawford had seen to that back inthecar.
“You don’t need to talk,” Crawford said. Both hands traveled up Owen’s chest, then over his hardened nipples. The first pass was cursory, but the second curled Owen’s toes. Pain shot through him, twin knives piercing as Crawford twisted thehardenednubs.
Owen threw his head back and cried out. His back arched. Staying still was impossible when Crawford was touching himlikethat.
Punishment had never beensogood.
“What I want you to do,” Crawford continued to twist Owen’s nipples, blinding him with pain before releasing them and lapping his tongue over each. “Is to be still. I don’t want you to move. I don’t want you to so much as lift your head. All you’re going to do is wait here like the good pet that you are, do youunderstand?”
“Yes, Master.” The word was still exotic, and it tumbled from Owen’s tongue heavily. Panting, he watched as Crawford drew away. The mattress shifted, and Owen heard his master’s bare feet meet the floor. Crawford padded across the room, opened a closet, and clicked his tongue. Owen didn’t dare to look. He remained where he was, body buzzing in anticipation. Dull pain throbbed in his nipples. Each pulse of agony was pleasure like Owen had never feltbefore.
“Pet,” Crawford called. “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to move. Roll over and present yourself for me. Make sure you’recomfortable.”
The entire ride home, Owen wanted nothing more than to lift his ass and beg Crawford to mount him. He flipped around immediately and lifted himself onto his knees, then planted his thighs to expose himself to Crawford. His balls hung between his legs, but his cock did its best to remain pressed to his stomach. A milky strand of precum stretched fromitstip.
He wanted it so badly that he wasleaking.
The closet door closed. Crawford approached the bedagain.
Something metallic clanked inhishand.
