He spanks me, alternating cheeks. Over and over and over, Sir’s hand slaps down on my skin, each time making the burn there spread, skate along my skin, down my thighs and up my back, though he’s not hitting me in either of thoseplaces. The pleasure just grows, expands, runs down to my feet and up to my head, triggering endorphins and making me feel like I’m flying. He spreads my cheeks, spits on my hole, rubs his saliva in, then pushes a finger inside me.
“Oh God.” My hands clutch at the pillows, gripping them tightly with the hard thrusts of his finger-fucking.
“You should see yourself—red-assed, finger up your butt, a slutty little mess begging for more, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s so good.”
I don’t know how to explain why it is, and I’m not sure the why of it matters. I just know that doing this transports me somewhere else, opens my mind and sets me free in a way I never am without it. I don’t feel like the awkward man who doesn’t know how to relate here. I’m not the guy with the fucked-up parent and no friends. I’m sexy and sexual, my mind traveling to places I could only ever dream about without this.
Colton continues sliding his finger in and out as he spanks my ass with his other hand. I’m rutting against the bed now, dick hard and aching, ass on fire, but somehow it’s not enough.
“More…can I have more, please?”
“You ask so beautifully,” Colton tells me, the compliment shooting me higher.
When he pulls his finger out, I instantly miss it, but then he’s picking up the brush, and I know that the pain he inflicts with it will be even more intense.
And I want it.
Maybe more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
If it’s too much, I know what to say.
“Count for me,” he instructs before the back of the brush smacks against my already sore ass.
“One!” I call out.
He didn’t hit me hard, I know he didn’t, but damn do I feel it. I’m going to feel it all day, will feel it tomorrow, and I can’t fucking wait. I want the evidence of what we’ve done to stay with me. Every time I sit down, I want to be reminded of Colton and what he does to me…what hegivesme.
Another smack.
“Two!” I say just as loudly.
Smack.
“Three!” The pain is intensifying now, in all the best ways. I don’t get it, why the pain is good, why I crave it, but I do, and I have for as long as I can remember.
Smack.
“Four!”
Smack.
“Five!”
He smooths his calloused hand over my ass cheeks, rubbing them gently. “I wish you could see how beautiful your submission is, see how open you become here, with me, under my control. It’s amazing what giving up control can do to you.”
“Yes,” I reply because it is and he’s right. I know it just as well as he does.
“What is your color, dreamer?”
“Green,” I say easily. I’m not done yet. I want more.
I whimper when he leans down, kisses one ass cheek, then the other, before standing straight again.
Smack.
“Six!”
