“Crank up one of the space heaters in the bedroom,” I called out.
“Already working on it. Get the heater down there working, okay?”
The small space heater was in my backpack, nestled beside the box containing my little surprise for Cody.
I plugged it into the wall outlet and turned it on.Please, don’t let this place go up in flames.
Two heaters running at once in this place seemed like an invitation to trouble. I had to remember to turn the one in the living room off before we went to bed. Cody and I hadn’t gone through hell and back just to go up in flames for fuck’s sake.
“Hey, can you help me with something?” Cody called out.
“Coming.” I took one last look at the heater.You better not burn this shit to the ground.I cupped my hands, warming them with my breath as I walked up the stairs.
I opened the door to find Cody blindfolded, his hands behind his back. He wore a black and neon-green jockstrap. The bedside lamps illuminated him from behind, surrounding him in the ethereal glow that always seemed to find him.
Fuck. Me.
“Look at you. What a bad boy I’ve got on my hands.”
“I am a bad boy, sir.” Hearing Cody call me sir never got old.
I circled to see his perfect ass on full display. Cody had actually gotten himself into handcuffs.
“Fuck, angel. You look perfect right now.”
There was a present set before him. “Open your gift,” he said.
I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than what knelt before me on the bed, but I unwrapped the gift and opened the long, slender box.
“Oh, Cody…” I lifted the riding crop from the box, flexing the pliable shaft and rubbing my fingers along the leather flap.
“You like it?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Yeah, I fucking liked it. More than that. God, this boy was too perfect.
Cody loved dom/sub play—my kinky little angel.
My shirt hit the floor first. “Rafael?” Cody couldn’t see or hear me. His body trembled, waiting for how I’d respond to the crop.
I slowly unzipped my pants, the sound of the zipper turning Cody’s attention in my direction. He released a devilish smirk.Time to play.
“Yeah, I like it.” I climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of him. I closed the distance between us. He shivered as I explored his body, the warmth of my exhalation creating goosebumps on his cool skin. My face approached his hard nipple. Without warning, I squeezed it between my teeth. His breath hitched. His mouth fell open, accentuating his beautiful lips. I made my way to his face and licked his lower lip. “The safe word is rutabaga.”
He nodded while leaning forward, chasing my kiss, but I cracked his ass with the crop.
The pain made him gasp, and he leaned back in response to the punishment. With his back arched and his face directed upward, he looked like a Greek statue.
“I tell you when you get to kiss me.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied.
My sadistic chuckle filled the room. “Good boy.”
I pushed him face down on the bed with speed. Cody lay flat on his stomach, and I ran the leather flap along his skin. He hummed with pleasure. It was all about the element of surprise.
The flap explored his shoulders, back, ass, and legs. I ran it along his arms and the back of his head before giving his ass another crack. His body shook as he released a guttural grunt.
The sound was so fucking hot. I gave Cody four more swats, two for each cheek. My cock throbbed watching him writhe on the bed.
