My hands found my shorts, and Dominick let out a slow, deep groan as I dropped them to the floor.
I was wearing a pair of snug-fitting briefs, made out of bright teal cotton and with white piping. My cock strained stiffly against the fabric, and I tugged down at my sweater self-consciously, wishing I could hide the wet spot where my tip was already leaking fluid.
“Good,” Dominick said. “Now behave and turn around and think about what you’ve done.”
The taste of candy was still sweet in my mouth, but as I turned and grabbed my ankles with a shudder, it wasn’t the taffy I was thinking about. It was every other thing that had happened over the past weeks, from my foolish decision to shove the machine in the middle of the store to the disheartening meeting with the business association. I thought about embarrassing myself at the sex party and my futile argument with the city, trying to save the little corner of Denver I loved so much.
I thought about all of my failures, all of my anxieties and insecurities, and I craved something that would burn them away.
My hands found my ankles as I kicked aside my shorts. Bent over, I felt the fabric of my briefs clinging tightly to my backside. Heat flushed my face, and with every second that passed, another shudder went across my skin.
Dominick stepped behind me and traced his hand slowly along my hips. I knew his crotch must have been inches from my backside, almost like he was mounting me, but he just kept tracing his fingers, the touch of it so light it felt almost like a breeze.
“Ask me for it,” he commanded suddenly. “Beg me for what you want.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, the humiliation of waiting for him only making it all feel so much hotter. I was already vulnerable and exposed, and now he was going to make me shame myself even more.
Just like I wanted him to.
“P-please,” I stuttered. “Will you spank me, Sir?”
“Why?” he barked, his fingers tightening on my hips.
“Because I’ve been bad, and I need to feel good,” I whispered.
Slap!
His hand landed across my cheeks with a sharp, quick sting. I startled and gripped my ankles, but the spanking was soft, just hard enough that I felt it. I sucked in a breath and felt my erection raging.
Dominick kept his hand on my butt, rubbing softly across the cheek he had just slapped. “Did you like that, Xavier?”
I was dizzy and desperate, and I only could manage to choke out a single word. “More,” I whimpered.
“More what?” he said, his voice tight.
“More, please, Sir,” I begged, my hands like vices on my ankles.
Slap! Slap!
Dominick’s hand landed twice in quick succession, first on my right cheek and then on my left. I jumped again but managed to keep my grip on my ankles. My skin stung from the slap, but quickly, the pain faded into a lingering burn and then into a softer heat. It was like a reminder of what he had just given me, and I felt my hole clenching with pleasure in response.
I heard a footstep, and from the shadow, I realized that Dominick had stepped backward. When a moment passed in silence, I tried to look behind me but could only see his shiny loafers and the bottom of his trousers. “What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I’m looking at you,” he answered.
I whimpered again. “Please,” I moaned. “Spank me again. I need to feel it.”
Dominick stepped back to me, and without saying a word, I felt his fingers wrap around the waistband of my briefs. He tugged them down softly and slowly. My cock stayed trapped in the front, but he pulled the waistband down beneath my butt, letting my cheeks hang exposed in the air.
“Delicious,” he muttered to himself, tracing his fingers over my bare skin.
I pictured the pink blush that must be lingering from the spanking. He could probably feel the heat on his fingers, I realized, just like I could feel it.
Smack! Slap! Smack!
A spank from the right, from the left, and then from the right again. I stumbled a little forward. He left just enough time between each blow for me to feel the sting. The pain built so that the second was hotter than the first and the third practically sizzling, but still, I knew Dominick was only playing with me.
He was only warming me up.
