“You’re going to pay for this attitude.”
Peyton swallowed a moan as he shook his head, trying to free himself from Tex’s grip and loving the tug against his scalp as Tex refused to let go.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
“Oh, but that’s exactly what I am,” Tex hissed into his ear. “A fact you seem to have forgotten. For the next four days, I own this ass.”
Peyton tried to ignore the part about it only being for the next four days. Once Tex dipped his dick in Peyton’s ass, he would stop being so coy about their future. This couldn’t end here, not when Peyton could finally see his life as more than a series of pointless days. He would be firm and strong, like Tex. He would be determined, like Tex. Make plans and follow through on them, one plodding step at a time, no matter the effort involved. He would exercise the muscles Tex had helped him build, both physical and mental. But he needed Tex. No way he could do it alone.
As soon as they got inside his bedroom, Tex backed him up against the wall. Tex’s face was pure stone, and Peyton adored it. That face meant he would get everything he had coming to him. But first, he needed this—
He surged forward to capture Tex’s mouth in their first kiss. Tex responded as if he’d needed a kiss as much as Peyton, cupping the back of his head and holding him still to plunder his mouth. Peyton sagged against him in relief, opening for him, allowing him in. Their groins ground together, hard cock to hard cock, as Peyton fumbled for Tex’s fly, forgetting about spankings in the heat of the moment.
Fuck, Tex was hard. They’d wasted so many days not doing this. Peyton started to drop to his knees, eager to taste, but Tex kept him upright, pinning him against the wall with an irresistible hand to the center of his chest.
“This isn’t sex.”
Tex could call it whatever he wanted. Peyton was ready to get to it.
“You’re here for improvement, for discipline. This is a program. I’m a trainer.”
“Then stop talking and start training.”
“Fucker.”
“You think this is funny?”
Peyton thought it was glorious. He had one hand on Tex’s cock, one hand on his own, and a grin as wide as Texas.
Tex shook him free. “Shuck your clothes. All of them.”
Peyton jumped to comply. The more naked the better, as far as he was concerned. He’d worn a jock today, had worn one every day since that last blowjob, just in case, but he wriggled out of it too, letting his hard cock swing in front of him as a testament to how much he hungered for Tex’s hands.
Tex, meanwhile, was starting to disrobe himself, which was a new and exciting development. They would fuck. Of course they would. Why else would Tex be pulling the belt free from his pants unless…?
Uh oh.
“You’re, uh, not going to hit me with that, are you?”
Tex hadn’t continued to strip, which was a disappointment in itself. His shirt and jeans were unbuttoned, courtesy of Peyton’s eager hands, but they were still on and covered too much flesh. He folded his belt in half and smacked the double strip of leather against his palm.
“You don’t think you deserve it? Lying down on the job, sassing me.Kissingme. I didn’t give you permission to kiss me.”
Tex had been kissing back, but Peyton decided not to point that out. He was in enough trouble as it was. He’d survived Tex’s hand on more than one occasion, but a belt?
His hesitancy must have shown on his face because Tex came over to him, the belt still ominously swinging from his fist but with a softer expression on his face.
“I’ll never give you more than you can handle, Peyton. I’m here to help you succeed, not make you fail. But someone got a little cocky and needs to be taught a lesson. You disrespected me on purpose. That doesn’t earn you a reward, little cowboy.”
“I don’t know how to earn a reward,” Peyton said petulantly. He’d been good for more than a week and gotten nothing for it. Well, he’d gotten Tex’s approval and his own self-respect, but no sex or spankings.
“I’m going to show you how to earn a reward. Bend over.” Tex spun him to face the dresser and pressed him down over it.
Full of trepidation, Peyton did as ordered. He couldn’t imagine how vicious the bite of leather would be, but he did trust Tex not to give him more than he could handle and to guide him through handling it. So he pushed his ass back and braced for the whap of a belt.
What he got was Tex’s hand—the broad, firm flesh with which he was already so well acquainted. And it hurt. He’d been remembering how spankings ended—the all-body glow and the freeing release of tears. He’d forgotten how they started, which was with a smack and a sting and rising pain.
He opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again without uttering more than an involuntarily “oof” as the next blow landed. He’d asked for this spanking, so he wouldn’t complain about it. He could push beyond the pain to that place of pleasure. Wasn’t that what Tex had been teaching him all along? Effort led to satisfaction and peace. Happiness lay on the other side of fear, the side he’d never walked far enough to reach before.
