“Your dirty, slutty boy.”
“Yes. You are. Looks like you’ll start off Friday with a spanking again this week.”
James shifts noticeably. “Thank you, Sir, for punishing me when I need it, for guiding me when I don’t listen.”
My heart expands—yes, my dick too—but it’s my heart I’m focused on. I told Hannah earlier I’m falling in love with him, but I was wrong. I can’t be falling when I already fell.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
James
“One!” I countwhen the strap slaps my ass. The sting is instant, shooting in every direction. A leather strap for a spanking? It hurts, much sharper than the thuddier pain of the brush. While I’ve had this strap in my collection, I’ve never had someone to use it on me before. I’m glad it’s Colton, even if this is a punishment and my dick isn’t hard yet like I’d thought it would be.
“Two!” I say, and he spanks me again.
The thing is, I know he’s not hitting me hard. He’s going easy on me, letting me adjust to this new sensation, which I appreciate. But despite the pain, a part of me wishes he’d go harder. What we do together is about what he does to my body, yes, but more than that, it’s what he does to my mind, the places he can bring me in my head.
“Jesus…three!”
His hand rubs over my burning ass, tickling the soft flesh. “Are you okay?” he checks in.
“Yes, Sir. I just feel like you set my butt on fire, is all,” I reply, making Colton chuckle.
“Good. That’s the way you’re supposed to feel. Maybe next time when I tell you to do something, you’ll obey. Are you even sorry?”
I look up at him, see a glint in his eyes, know that no matter what I say, he’ll know the truth. “For disappointing you, yes, but not for wearing the cage.”
“I feel like that’s a cheap answer. Like you’re somehow cheating.”
“I’m only telling the truth, Sir,” I promise, though I think he’s right and I’m definitely cheating.
“I suppose you are. Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good boy.”
He spanks me again. “Four! Thank you, Sir.”
Colton curses. I’ve noticed he loves it when I thank him.
My Sir finishes out my spankings. Each one flashes another image into my head, another thought, of him and me together, here, in my office, in the car. When we got caught by Henry, I almost ended it. I spiraled like I’ve often done in my life, but that’s partly why I kept the cage on. I haven’t been lying when I told him it helped. Do I want to be caged all the time? No, I don’t, but in that moment, when I forced Colton to leave instead of letting him support me, when I talked to Henry and worked to get myself into a place where I wasn’t filled with panic, I realized the cage reminded me of Colton, and everything about Colton helps.
Even if it shouldn’t.
Even if being with him is the very thing that could get me in trouble…it helps.
Which is why we both know this spanking really isn’t about punishment, but rather something we both want really fucking bad.
“Ten!” I count, tears streaming down my face, washing away all my doubt, insecurity, and fear. When he makes me cry, it’s like a fresh start, like we’re flooding out the bad and Colton is there to fill me with the good.
“Don’t move,” Colton orders, then climbs onto the bed,straddling my legs, before he bends over, peppering kisses along the burning skin of my ass. “I got you good,” he says. “Now I’ll love up on it a little.” He licks my ass, making me hiss and writhe beneath him. He’s gentle with me, kissing and licking, loving like he said, and all that attention goes straight to my cock, making it grow beneath me, eager for what’s to come.
“God, I love this ass. I’d brand it if I could. Property of Colton.”
I push back against his face, wanting him to bury it in my ass cheeks, and admit, “I would let you. God help me but I would.”
I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t do for Colton. He just makes me…feel. He makes me feel, and maybe to some people that doesn’t make sense or it’s a small thing, but to me, it’s everything.
“Christ,” he hisses out. “Don’t move.”
Sir is already naked, but he tosses his bag to the bed beside us. He grabs the lube and slicks his straining erection. Like I do each Friday, I cleaned out before I came, so I’m ready for whatever he has in store for me.
