I smile a wry smile.
Wrong and right in all the best ways.
A perfect description of Elliot and me if ever I’ve heard one.
“I loved it, Daddy. I want to do it again,” he continues. Recently, he’s been getting like this more and more, chatty and truthful after being fucked. It feels like every time I’m inside him, another veil drops. A veil for him and a veil for me. “Can I tell you something?”
“Of course, you can tell me anything, you know that.”
“I kind of wanted you to fuck me after you gave me the belt. I was so horny and sore, and I wanted you to just shove your dick in me and…and kind of punish me more.”
“A punishment fuck, huh?”
“Is that a thing?”
“Oh, it’s a thing all right.” I pull him closer and run a hand through his hair. “It’s hard and it hurts really, really good, but you should know, boys on the receiving end of a punishment fuck aren’t allowed to get off.”
“Oh shit,” he gasps, burying his face into my neck as if part of him doesn’t want me to hear what he’s going to say next. “Why’s that so hot?”
22
Elliot
It’sbeenawonderfulweek. Work was wonderful, and the weekend is off to a wonderful start. It’s a beautiful day today. A beautiful, beautiful day. It’s crisp, but the sun is shining. We’ve just dropped Sadie at home after taking her for a walk, and now Daddy…I mean, Stuart, just told me he’s taking me out for a smoothie from Tumeric. Hearing that put me in such a good mood that I’ve started bouncing around next to him. I jump onto the low wall that runs along the west side of his property and skip along it.
“Careful,” he says.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. I have excellent balance. You might not know this about me, but I used to do gymnastics when I was a kid. I was incredibly talented, my coach wanted me to try for nationals…” Hmm, it’s true my coach thought I had the potential to make a serious name for myself, but we ended up parting ways when I was consistently late for practice. It might be best to change the subject before Stuart asks any questions. “Did you know I can do a backflip in heels? It isn’t even that hard for me.”
He sighs. “I don’t even want to know how you know you can do that.”
“Want to see me do a cartwheel? I can do it with one hand.”
“No silly buggers, Elliot,” he warns with serious heat. “The wall isn’t level.”
I hear him and have time to listen. I could, but I don’t. I want to cartwheel. I turn and throw myself forward, giving a smug little kick to add a little flare to my performance. The world tilts. Up becomes down. I take the full weight of my body onto one hand. I do it easily.
Stuart is going to be impressed as fuck.
Can’t wait to see the look on his face.
My left foot finds the wall with the sureness I remember well. The right, not so much. It makes contact with brick and then slips. The rest of me slips too. I land on my ass with enough force to knock the breath out of me.
“Elliot!” Stuart cries, rushing to me. “Don’t move!”
“I’m fine!” I reply quickly.
I try to push myself up, but he’s already at my side, crouching at eye level, holding my shoulders firmly.
“Did you bump your head?”
“No, I-I’m okay.” I feel a little disorientated and my elbow hurts like a bitch, but the flustered look on Stuart’s face gives me the impression it might be best not to mention that.
He clasps my head in both hands, cradling me gently, fanning through my hair as he searches for signs of damage. “Where does it hurt? Tell Daddy.”
“I’m okay, it’s no big deal. I’m not hurt.” I scramble to my feet. “Just got a fright. I was expecting to stick the landing. I always used to do it no prob—”
“Oh, baby,” he says, clapping a hand to his mouth. “You’re bleeding.”
