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“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?”