“Maybe.”
“Will it hurt?”
“At least a little.” I’m honest—because if he wants to be punished at the very least, he’ll be spanked. How far we go is up to his comfort and his reactions.
Benjamin grins.
“One,” I start—and he’s off like a rocket. Away from me, the bike, the road. I give him his promised seconds—watching his long legs and firm little ass as he runs. Then, I sprint after him.
He has absolutely nowhere to go in this empty grass field in the middle of nowhere—yet he’s running like a serial killer is chasing him. All the better for when I get my hands on him.
As the athletically superior being I’m already on his heels, close enough to hear him breathing.
Then—like all stupid horror-movie protagonists—he looks over his shoulder, which reduces his speed just a bit. He’s grinning when he does—face flushed, his hair flying around his head. When he sees I’m right there on him he yelps, one of those fucking sun smiles taking over his face, and he speeds up. Really? He’s that happy to be hunted by me? Fuck—that’s hot.
Too bad for him he already made the mistake of turning around once—because now I’ve caught up to him.
Benjamin yelps when I snatch him up by the waist in one arm—almost tripping with the force it takes to stop us both. As soon as I’m sure we’re not going down—I pull the arm that has Benjamin draped over it out in front of me and use my other hand to come down and slap his ass. Hard.
His yelp turns into a loud—deep groan, his body going limp over my arm, panting.
“Had enough?” I ask him, trying to gauge his comfort, his desire. He spits on the ground in front of him.
“I’m not a little kid, Aaron. A little spank isn’t going to break me.” He’s antagonizing me, I know he is. And I’m thanking every one of my lucky stars; my dreams are coming true.
I look around to make sure there really is no one out here—then I reach around him and unbutton his pants—pulling those and his underwear mid-thigh.
“Wa—”Smack!“Ahh! Oh fuck—shit.” Benjamin shakes as I watch my handprint redden over his skin—marking the area and making my mouth water. I rub the spot softly.
“Still feeling cocky, Button?”
Benjamin gives a shaky laugh, his whole body limply hanging over my arm, his own arms at his sides. I’m glad I’m a gym freak because he isnota small man.
“I might scream, but that doesn’t mean I’m scared of you.” His voice is cracking—like he’s trying to keep himself from breaking. “Spank me all you want. I’ll still run once my pants are up.”
Smack!
I get his other cheek—rubbing the sting. Benjamin’s entire body jolts forward, forcing me to pull my arm back into place.
“Oh God—oh God, oh God.” He is chanting under his breath, fingers curling and uncurling repeatedly.
“Aw, baby, are you praying to me?” He spits again.
“Fuck you.”
SMACK!
He actually moans this time. So loud and filthy that I groan in response to him—not bothering to rub the sting away. I look under us when I see movement and notice the grass is wet. I lean around Benjamin a few inches—trying to figure out what the hell that is—when his hard cock comes into view. So pretty. He’s dripping precum right onto the grass.
“Button—you’re leaking.” He says nothing.
I lean down a bit to see his face—moving some of the hair that’s just long enough to hide his eyes. He’s still panting, lipsparted, a string of saliva dangling toward the ground from his bottom lip. He’s flushed a dark red, expression blank. Then he looks at me out of the corner of his eyes—and I see all of it. The lust—the fire, the affection, the little bit of fear for what’s coming next. The submission—and the relief. He looks so fucking horny.
“Oh fuck—you look so good.” Ignoring me, Benjamin directs his eyes back at the ground, but his dick betrays him and jumps at the compliment. I think I hear my last bit of common sense say peace out and dip.
I land one last harsh slap to his ass and put his pants back on him while he groans. I use the arm holding him to pull him up and against my chest—pinning his arms and looking down at his face as his head leans back against my shoulder.
“Benjamin,” He looks up at me. “Do you feel broken yet?”
