He squeaks in surprise, and his arms flail to the sides.Then his eyes finally meet mine, and whatever he sees there has his widening.
“Wait! Okay, I’ll do it, I’ll be good!”
I don’t answer, and he doesn’t fight when I flip him over and push him down, chest to the bed and feet spread on the floor.
I bend over them, then trail my lips up their neck to their ear.
“Your safe word, Sour Patch,” I say.
“Red.”
“Good boy.”
Then I proceed to dismantle them. I tug their pants down, their shirt off, and prep their cute little asshole for a plug. Then I sit on the bed next to him and tug his lower half over my leg. A steady calm flows through me as I take a deep breath, centering myself and focusing entirely on my beta. I twist and tap the gem on the end of the plug, and Riley squirms when I release it. I grin and lightly trace my nails down to their balls. They tense, ready and waiting to see what I’ll do.
I place one palm gently on their lower back, and swing my other hand.
The smack sounds first, then his small cry is music to my ears. A red handprint blooms on his pale skin, and I rub the sting away.
“How many do you think you deserve?” I ask.
Riley groans. He hates it when I make him choose his own punishment. Choose too low, and he’ll earn extra. Choose too high, and he has to be able to handle it.
“Twenty?”
“Five spanks for each indiscretion?” I hum, taking my time to think about it as I trace patterns over his pebbling skin, knowing it’ll increase his anticipation. “I suppose that’s fair. Count for me.”
I swing again, hitting the opposite cheek this time, and he sucks in a breath.
“Two.”
I smile. I was wondering if he was going to count that first one or not. I don’t mind either way.
“Three. Four. Five.”
We continue, and he slowly relaxes against me. I pause at the halfway mark, rubbing and squeezing over the red prints, and he groans into the mattress.
Then I swing lower, hitting the crease between his cheek and thigh, and he hisses between his teeth.
“Eleven. Twelve.”
His skin is turning beautiful shades of red and pink. It settles the anxious part of me that couldn’t take action. The side that needed to be in control.
“Fifteen,” he says with a gasp. His hips have begun to rock against my thigh, and I tug on the plug in his ass.
“Alpha,” he says, hips twitching. “Please.”
“You beg so pretty.” I run my hand up and down his spine. “Five more.”
When we hit twenty, I scoop him into my arms, and he melts into me.
“Thank you, alpha,” he says, dazed eyes blinking open to meet mine. I smile at him and stroke my hands up and down his arm, his back, his thigh.
“Will you please fuck me now?”
“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” I strip off my clothing, lay it over the dresser, then return to the bed where Riley is on his back waiting for me.
“Do you want the strap-on?” I ask, but he’s already shaking his head.
