“Get the paddle,” I ordered, my wolf thick in my voice. My power lashed, hitting him at full blast, and he cried out as he lurched to do my bidding. Hobbled by his jeans, he let out an angry sob as he waddled to the wall and took down the paddle. He faced me, looking ridiculous with his pants around his ankles. But he also looked like pure sin with his kissable mouth, disheveled blond hair, and big dick standing at attention between his legs. A bead of pearly moisture clung to the swollen tip. He was cut, his cockhead smooth and shiny with a prominent slit. Like a lot of natural blonds, his pubic hair was sparse, and his balls were as smooth as his chest.
“Nice,” I murmured, stepping forward and gripping his erection. He let out another furious, lust-fueled gasp as I tugged him into me by the dick and took the paddle from him. I set it on the desk, then squeezed his cock a little too hard as I let my mouth hover above his. “You’ll need to be quiet for this, sweetheart. Not unless you want half the student body bursting through that door and finding out just what it takes to keep Caleb Lawson in line.”
His cheeks went scarlet. He tried meeting my eyes. When he couldn’t, he settled for an angry little growl that made blood surge to my cock. “You can’t get away with this,” he said, his breath puffing against my lips. “I’ll call the cops.”
“Good. When they get here, I’ll follow up on the report Coach Gannon made about Aiden Cross’s busted nose.” As Caleb’s eyes went wide, I spun him and shoved him over the desk. He landed with a grunt, his cheek somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday on the planner. When he tried to rear up, I pushed him back down with a hand between his shoulder blades.
“How the fuck do you know about Cross?” he demanded, scrabbling against the desk. He jostled the planner as he tried toslap at me. But the angle was all wrong, and he had no leverage to land an effective blow.
“I’m getting really tired of telling you not to cuss at me.” I pushed his T-shirt to his shoulders, exposing the golden skin of his back and a firm, round ass made to be fucked. I ran my free hand over one muscular, twitching cheek as I admired his dick and balls peeking between his muscular thighs. “Your football coach is a sloppy record keeper. He left a copy of the police report in plain view on his desk. It wasn’t hard for me to slip into the stadium early this morning and read it. For whatever reason, Cross refused to name his assailant, so it’s unlikely the police investigation will go anywhere.” I leaned over Caleb, my thighs pressed against the backs of his. “But you and I both know who broke his nose, don’t we?”
Caleb continued struggling, growls rumbling in his throat. “You won’t turn me in. You want toteachme, remember?”
I eased off him enough to kick his legs wider. Then I grabbed his flailing arms and pinned his wrists in the small of his back. “That’s right. We’ll start with teaching your wolf some manners. But I’m a gentleman, so we’re going to do it properly.” Transferring his wrists to one hand, I ran my thumb down the furrow of his ass.
His breath hitched, tension already melting from him. “What—?” His question ended on another ragged breath as I repeated the caress. “What does that mean?”
“You know how traffic lights work, yes? Green means go. Red means stop.”
Caleb craned his neck, meeting my gaze with bright eyes and a flushed face. His pulse pounded in his throat, each wild beat sending more lust through our bond. “So that’s the kind of kinky shit you’re into? You like to spank guys? Let me guess, you want me to call you Daddy.”
Holding his stare, I sucked my thumb into my mouth, then made another pass down his cleft. “Call me whatever you want,” I murmured, tracing a slow, firm circle around his hole. “Just as long as you remember who’s in charge.” I pressed the pad of my thumb against his puckered entrance.
He dropped his head and turned his face into the desk, making the planner crinkle. He shuddered hard, and his voice went low and breathless. “Oh…god.”
The same sentiment hovered on my tongue as I struggled to rein in my desire. This was about him, not me. But it was hard to remember that when he looked so perfect, the muscles in his smooth, golden back rippling and his tight hole quivering against my thumb. Every twitch and flutter sent a fresh bolt of lust to my dick.
“Red or green?” I asked, pressing harder. Penetrating ever so slightly.
His voice was muffled as he spoke into the planner. “Does it matter? You’re going to do whatever you want anyway.”
“It matters. Unless you want me to stop.” I pulled my hand from his cleft.
“Wait!” He jerked as the protest left him. Then he cursed, a world of resentment in the muttered expletive. “Just get on with it.”
A laugh spilled from me before I could stop it. Squeezing his wrists, I smoothed my free hand from the dip in his lower back to one taut, round cheek. Caleb moaned softly as I palmed the muscle, testing its weight. “You’re a mouthy one, aren’t you? That’s okay. I don’t mind turning this pretty ass red when the situation calls for it. But I need a color, sweetheart. Otherwise, you’ll pull up your pants like a good boy, and you can go the rest of the day without the orgasm you’re seconds from begging for.”
For a long moment, he was silent, his pounding heart and his harsh breaths the only sounds in the room. “This is so stupid,” he finally muttered. “Green.”
“Turn your head,” I said, releasing his wrists. When he didn’t immediately comply, I tugged on his hair until he pressed his cheek to the planner. Then I wrenched his T-shirt higher around his neck and stuffed a fold of the cotton into his mouth.
Immediately, he spit it out.
“You really want your balls spanked, don’t you?” I asked, shoving the fabric back into place. As his breath hitched, I lifted the paddle from the desk, my fingers slipping into the grooves notched in the handle. “Don’t move until I say.” I stepped back and let the paddle fly. It whistled through the air and landed with a sharpcrackthat shook Caleb’s ass and made him whimper into his shirt.
“Quiet,” I ordered, my authority crashing down as swiftly as the paddle. Caleb sagged under its weight. All at once, the fight left him. His wolf’s agitation bled from the air, leaving only his lust—and his beautiful ass displayed like a feast on a platter. I swung again, and I didn’t let him recover as I fell into a steady rhythm, landing blow after blow up and down his cheeks and thighs.
He braced his hands on either side of his shoulders, but he stayed down, his body jolted by every blow. His skin turned pink and then red, and the room filled with the sharpthwackof the wood meeting his jiggling ass. After a second, his ragged breaths joined the sound. A few more blows, and his muffled whimpers filled the air.
I paused and ran a hand over the heated muscle. “There’s my good boy.” When he shivered, I skimmed my fingers down his crease. “Being a werewolf takes our most primitive instincts and dials them up by a thousand. You can’t control your urges because your beast is influencing your mind. Things that used topiss you off now make you want to commit murder. That’s fine for a wolf in the wild, but it’ll land a human in prison. And I don’t think you want to go to prison, do you, sweetheart?”
He made a terse, negative sound that ended on a moan as I continued stroking his cleft, my fingers teasing the tight whorl of his pucker.
“I’m relieved to hear it,” I said. “You learned to control your human urges when you were a toddler. Your wolf can be taught, too. It can be disciplined”—I squeezed his bruised ass, pulling a moan from him—“and it can be soothed.” I reached between his legs, grasped his swollen dick, and pulled it backward between his thighs.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Holy—” The sentence ended in a loud moan.
I gave him a rough pump. “Sex is the most primitive instinct we possess. Your wolf likes to feel good more than it wants to kill. So here we are, hmm?”
