Patrick suspected Jason had assumed the worst-case scenario, which is what he did when he didn’t have all the information.
“Are you going to talk to him about it?”
“He’s the leader. He needs to lead by example.”
“But you’re a leader as well. You need to be a role model to your team.”
“Ugh. That’s not fair.”
“What isn’t?”
“You being all logical and balanced.”
Patrick chuckled.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, boy.”
“Do you like spanking?”
“If that’s what you need.”
“I think it’ll help me stop stressing about work, but will you still fuck me after... please?” He fluttered his eyelashes.
The little fucker was manipulating him, but Patrick had wanted his handprints on Jason’s arse since the moment he’d met him.
“Take everything off and lie over my lap.”
Jason scrambled to get into position, yanking the jock off so fast he almost tore it. His cock was hard and resting on one of Patrick’s thighs. His boy was already thrusting and leaking precome onto Patrick’s trousers. He adjusted them so Jason’s cock was hanging between Patrick’s legs. Jason groaned in frustration, realising he would not get any friction whilst he was being spanked. They hadn’t done this before, other than a few times when Patrick was pounding him. Patrick’s hand was steady as he gently rubbed over Jason’s cheeks. His boy needed him, and he was going to deliver.
“Say red if it gets too much and amber if you need a breather.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Patrick smiled at the excited tone in Jason’s voice.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Patrick didn’t wait another second as he brought his hand down onto Jason’s right cheek. He cried out, but it was a pleasure sound. Patrick smacked the other cheek. Jason’s cry was quieter this time and sounded more like a groan.
“Do you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I’m going to go harder this time. Two on each cheek. Are you ready?”
Jason nodded.
“Words, boy,” he commanded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Patrick loved that his voice had an edge of desperation to it. He brought his hand down harder, starting with the right cheek again. Jason cried out. Patrick immediately smacked the left cheek, pulling another cry from him. He was thrusting his hips, chasing friction he would not get. Patrick brought his hand down again, harder this time, smacking both cheeks one after the other. Jason cried out familiarly, and when Patrick reached down for Jason’s cock, it was dripping. His boy had come from only six smacks. That had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. No man he’d ever done this with had ever come from a spanking that quickly before.
Patrick scooped Jason up and laid him down on the bed, then he went to his en suite and wet a cloth with warm water so he could clean Jason up. The boy was already asleep when Patrick got back. He looked so peaceful, and Patrick’s heart felt like it might burst with how much love he felt for Jason. He needed to tell him, and push aside his own fears that Jason didn’t feel the same. But right now he was focussed on getting his boy tucked up in bed. Patrick undressed and grabbed a quick shower in the other bathroom, not wanting to risk waking Jason. He took care of his hard cock in less than two minutes while he was in there. It didn’t take long when the image of Jason was in his mind, and it didn’t need to be a long, drawn-out fantasy. He just wanted to fall asleep with Jason in his arms, and given what they’d just experienced, he knew he wouldn’t be able to settle until he’d emptied his balls.
