“Fuck … fuck … fuck … James!”
Brandon’s upper back flexed and tensed as he tried to hold himselfup.Each time he shot another jet of cream on the bed, I felt his ass cheeks flex against me. After I pulled out, I stretched out on the bed and laid on my side. I propped my head up on my hand and wrapped my other hand around his side and pulled him against me. With Brandon safely in my arms, I kissed the top of his head and held my hand flat against his chest. His heart pounded wildly beneath my hand. I glanced at the sheets that Brandon decorated with his cum. I lifted my head from my hand and teasingly pointed at the mess he made.
“Did you make that mess?” I joked with him.
“It wasn’t my fault.” Brandon laughed, fully aware I was kidding with him.
“It wasn’t your fault, huh? I think that’s your cum. It came from you, pup.”
I grabbed a pillow and pulled it close for us to rest our heads on comfortably. Brandon stayed in my arms while we relaxed. I stroked his chest with the pad of my thumb as we talked some.
“My butt cheeks are on fire,” he admitted with a chuckle.
I kissed his head again and patted his chest. I truly believed that Brandon was able to hear that he was a dirty or naughty boy without damage to his emotional state. He understood that being called those names genuinely wasn’t derogatory in nature, but on a playful side. And I believed that Brandon genuinely adored being my naughty young man that was in need of discipline.
“That’s what happens to naughty young men who run away,” I warned playfully. I slipped my hand between us and squeezed his warm ass cheek.
“Being spanked and fucked is a pretty nice punishment,” he mused.
“Let me be very clear—we’re not going to make a habit out of running away and worrying me. Is that understood, pup?”
“Yes, I understand. I’m sorry.”
“I understand you were scared, and you permitted the fear to make decisions for you. What will you do next time?”
“Talk to you.”
“Will I be angry?”
“No.”
“Will I pass judgment?”
“No.”
“Where is your heart and your trust?” I asked him.
“In your hands,” he said with confidence.
“Good, Brandon. I love you, pup.”
“I love you too.”
I could tell that he was smiling, and I felt good about where we were at. I also felt that our relationship had taken a leap in the direction that I wanted us to head in. We’d test different depths cautiously, and I’d find out exactly what he could and couldn’t handle.
6
Brandon
When I wokeup this morning, I had no idea the rest of my morning would include James tracking me down, professing his love for me, and fucking me. James and I dozed in and out for a little while on the crumpled sheets.
“I’m glad you found me,” I admitted quietly in case he was asleep.
“Me too,” he agreed with a laugh.
Come to think of it, how had he found me? I was suddenly really curious.
“How did you find me?”
