“God you smell so good,” Carter snarled, almost like he was accusing John rather than complimenting him. “Fuck!”
Carter reared back and rose to his feet, grabbing John around the middle and lifting him up under his arm. John hung there, pressed against Carter’s muscular side, his arms and legs dangling off the floor with his ass in just the right position for Carter to spank it.
When Carter lifted his hand up high and smacked it down, John thought he was prepared for how it was going to feel, but he wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Carter’s hand slammed down on his ass with a resounding smack, and John let out a howl of outrage.
That fucking hurt!
“Red!” he called out, kicking his legs as the werewolf’s handprint burned his ass.
To his credit, Carter immediately set him down and stepped away. John ignored him, looking over his shoulder and angling his ass out so that he could assess the damage. He scowled down at the bright red handprint imprinted on his ass.
He looked back at Carter with a nasty expression.
“What the hell, man?” he asked. He should have felt embarrassed to be standing there with his breeches around his knees, his cock out and his hands cuffed behind his back, but he didn’t. He was too angry.
“Too hard?” Carter asked, sounding contrite. He ran a hand through his hair, a rueful smile forming on his lips.
“Way too fucking hard,” John said. He shifted his stance, a string of pre-cum still dangling from his softening cock. “You don’t do shit like that without asking.”
“Sorry,” Carter said, crossing his arms. “I thought you’d be into it. Do you want me to un-cuff you, or…?”
“Yeah,” John said, turning around and holding out his wrists. Carter’s face fell and he looked disappointed.
“I’m sorry. I got carried away,” Carter said, stepping forward and pulling a set of keys out of his pockets and unlocking the cuffs. John brought his hands in front of him and rubbed his wrists, and then bent down to tug up his breeches.
He tucked his cock into the stretchy polyester and buttoned himself up.
“So is the mood totally ruined?” Carter asked. The rueful smile was gone and he looked miserable.
“I don’t know,” John said. He’d been paddled a few times when he was a teenager, his father using the full might of his arm when he swung the heavy wood, and none of those hits had hurt as much as the one Carter just delivered. The force behind it had been superhuman, and John didn’t understand what Carter had been thinking.
There was no doubt his ass was going to bruise.
“We could go down for a drink at the bar. Take a little break and see if you still want to have sex,” Carter suggested.
John looked at him. Carter was still one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, and despite how angry he was he still wanted to fuck him. Or be fucked by him, to be accurate.
“No,” he said, Carter’s face looking like a kicked puppy. John pressed on before he got the wrong idea. “I don’t want to take a break. Just… I don’t like pain. Not that kind, at least. I like being tied up, manhandled, and maybe humiliated a little, but I don’t like to be hurt. Okay?”
“I got it,” Carter said, his voice painfully sincere. “I won’t do anything like that again.”
John nodded, feeling a little unsure what he should do now. The ball was firmly in his corner, and he didn’t know how to proceed to get it rolling again.
“I want to blow you,” he said, deciding to just go for it. The bulge in Carter’s leather pants had been calling to him ever since he set eyes on it, and now John wanted to get his mouth on it. “Is that okay?”
“Fuck yes,” Carter said, reaching forward to push John to his knees.
John danced away.
“Actually… Could you stand over by the bars?” John asked. He had something he wanted to try.
Carter blinked, face open and a little confused, but he complied with the request. John watched him, realizing that he wouldn’t be able to reach to do what he had planned without something to stand on.
Carter was just too fucking tall.
Walking over to the desk, John grabbed the office chair parked there and rolled it over to the bars. He then reached down and grabbed his cuffs off his duty belt and climbed into the chair.
“Put your hands up,” he ordered. Carter narrowed his eyes, considering the request, but then he slowly lifted his arms up above his head.
