“You ain’t kidding,” he murmured, thinking I couldn’t hear him.
A bad case of nerves settled in as I reorganized the room in my tiny fridge to make room for our food. I was running out of ways to delay the inevitable. Sooner or later, I was going to have to follow through on the promises I made to him.
He gave me the opening I needed when I turned to find him gently stroking his cock. He’d made himself at home, stretched out on the couch, and he didn’t seem to have a care in the world as he stared at me.
I glared at him, resting my hands on my hips and taking a few deep breaths. “What did I tell you about that, baby?”
“I’m not getting off,” he argued. “But I’ve been hard most of the day, I can’t keep ignoring it.”
“You can,” I insisted as I stalked closer. “And you will if you want me to give you what you need.”
I kneeled in front of him, sliding my hand along his inner thigh. “Do you want me to touch this cock tonight?”
I batted his hand out of the way and cupped his bulge. This was completely foreign to me. I didn’t go out of my way to grope dudes, but with Mav, I couldn’t wait to pull his tight jeans down his legs to see what he had hiding underneath.
“Yes, please,” he moaned, arching into my touch. I gave him a gentle squeeze. “Please, Sir. Touch me.”
“I don’t know about that,” I teased, bending down to nip at his lip. “I think I was rather clear earlier today when I told you not to touch yourself. I can forgive some of your transgressions earlier because of the nature of the work we were doing, but this feels like you trying to skirt around the rules.”
“I wasn’t, I swear,” he pleaded. “I didn’t even think about what I was doing. You were bending over to look in the fridge, and your ass…and then my hand…I really didn’t mean to. But you were flaunting it in my face.”
“Oh, so you’re saying it’smy fault?” I scooped Mav into my arms, chuckling when he squealed. “You’re not going to get away with blaming me for your lack of self-control. What did I tell you would happen if I found out you were playing with yourself when I didn’t give you permission?”
“You said you’d have to punish me,” he answered, not sounding all that scared of the idea.
“That’s right. See, I knew you were a smart boy who could remember the rules,” I praised him. As we passed the front door, I turned out the lights in the main part of the trailer. Once we went into the bedroom, I didn’t foresee us being out here the rest of the night, unless I needed to get him something to eat or drink. “But that also means youchoseto disobey me. And now, I’m going to have to follow through on your consequences.”
Someday, I’d find a more effective punishment for him than spanking. It was obvious from the few times I’d playfully swatted his backside that it wasn’t going to be a deterrent. But for tonight, I thought we both needed his ass to burn.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and set him on the floor between my legs. He moaned when I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them over his hips. I played with the fabric of his simple white briefs. They weren’t at all what I expected him to be wearing, and I wondered how he’d react if I went shopping for him. I’d found a couple of sites the other night and had bookmarked pieces I thought would look good against his pale skin.
“We aren’t going to do anything hardcore tonight,” I told him. My brain kept short-circuiting when we were together, and westillhadn’t talked about limits or protocol. That didn’t mean I couldn’t play with him the way I would any other vanilla partner. “Tomorrow, I swear, we’re going to have that discussion. We might have to do it on the way to work so you can’t tempt me.”
“Am I supposed to apologize for that?” he teased. I silenced him by trailing my finger along the waistband of his jeans. He moaned. “Sorry, I’ll be good now.”
“I highly doubt that.” Next, I slid my hands under the hem of his sweatshirt. Although his face was made up simply today, his clothes looked comfortable and more on the masculine side. It was an interesting contrast, and if he’d wanted to know how I’d react to him this way, my throbbing dick would make it clear soon enough.
I didn’t care that Maverick had a dick where I was used to gentle swells and folds, or that when I fucked him, it would be in his ass. It wasn’t Mav’s genitalia that turned me on, it was him.
Because I’d learned how much he loved it, I paused to flick his nipples as I pushed the sweatshirt higher. I leaned in, biting down on one of his nubs as I continue pinching and caressing the other. Maverick squirmed, as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to push himself closer or pull away.
“So fucking responsive,” I muttered before kissing my way up his chest. “I can’t wait to see how you react when I bring you to the edge over and over again until you’re crying for me to let you come.”
“Whatever you want,” Mav promised breathlessly. “Just don’t stop.”
“Oh baby, the night is just beginning,” I promised him. Once he stood before me in nothing but his briefs, I allowed myself a moment to take in the sight of him. I mapped his body with my hands, making mental notes of the spots that made him whimper with delight. Through it all, I steered clear of his dick, not because I was turned off by it, but because I knew that was where he hoped I’d give him attention. “We’ll get to what you want, but first, I think it’s time for my boy to remember his place.”
“Yes, Sir,” he agreed.
Fuck, I couldn’t imagine anyone more tailored to my needs than him. Maybe this was what I’d been missing my entire fucking life. “I’m glad you agree. But don’t think that’s going to make me go easy on you. If you want to be with me, you need to understand I’m not a pushover. I’m not going to coddle you and let you get away with disobedience.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. It really was an accident, but I accept whatever punishment you feel is appropriate.”
I bit down on my lip hard enough I tasted blood. Even when I’d fantasized about what this moment would be like, I’d never imagined him so eager to please me. “Get over my lap. Because it’s the first time, I’m only going to give you ten with my hand. You will be expected to count, but once it’s over, you don’t have to worry about me holding your offense against you.”
“I understand,” he told me as he folded himself over my lap. He scooted higher so his dick was carefully nestled between my legs.
I had to move back on the mattress to make sure both of us were stable enough that he didn’t fall. I rubbed his back while he got situated. He turned his head to the side, straining to look back at me.
