He kept his hand on my backside, running his fingers across the curves of my cheeks, tracing the soft hairs that grew along my crack and coming dangerously close to my quivering hole. I trembled with every second of it, tears finally leaking from my eyes, but I didn’t move, and I didn’t release my ankles.
I stayed exactly how he liked me, determined to make him happy.
Dominick reached his hands forward, stroking down to my thighs then back up to my backside. He pressed his palm against my cheek one more time, holding it there and squeezing. Another groan slipped from his chest.
“Good boy,” he whispered. He pulled my briefs back up, patting my backside as he adjusted the waistband. “Very good.”
I blinked, the heat from the spankings still radiating across my body. “More?” I said again, although the word felt weak in my mouth and, somehow, I already knew the answer.
“Later,” he said, rubbing his hands back to the front of me and gripping my thighs and hips. “I’m going slow with you.”
My breath caught in my throat. It was like I had lost my mind with desire. I felt as though I needed him to give me release or else I might implode right there.
Dominick must have sensed the tension in my body because he pulled me back, grinding his crotch against my backside. I felt the bulge of his shaft, hard against my crack, as his hands landed only an inch from my aching cock.
“What do you have to say to me?” he asked sternly.
“Thank you,” I managed to whimper. “Thank you for spanking me.”
He rotated his hips, rubbing his bulge against me as his hands finally landed on my cock. I knew he must have felt the wet spot as he traced the length of it, straining against the fabric of my briefs.
I moaned, much louder than I intended. With the pain of the spanking fading, all that was left was an urgent, overpowering need for release. It felt like cum was already filling my length, pulsing and thick and eager to explode into his hand.
“Next time,” he growled, gripping my shaft, “you’ll really be in trouble.”
I whimpered, and my balls tightened against my body. Dominick rubbed his palm up the length of my cock, then back down again. Up and back down.
“Big, big trouble,” he whispered in my ear.
I yelped and thrust my hips backward as an orgasm sprayed out of me. The hot desire built up in my core rocketed out. My whole body shook and trembled, and Dominick held my cock tightly as spray after spray of semen shot into his hand.
“Oh god, oh god,” I moaned, suddenly humiliated all over that I had come so quickly. New tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and Dominick grabbed me by the chest, hitching me back up to full height and holding me from behind.
“That’s good,” he whispered in my ear, his arms holding me tight. He rubbed one palm against my chest in a slow, relaxing circle and kept his other hand on my cock, still trembling and raw. “That’s good, Xavier. Give it to me.”
I realized I was dripping sweat, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel held. I wanted him to stay there forever.
After a moment, Dominick turned me, then drew his face close to mine. I smelled his musky scent, cologne and sweat hitting my nose at the same time, and turned my face up to meet his gaze. He looked pleased, almost proud of me.
And then we kissed.
All I felt at first was his beard. The prickle of it was like the spanking—hot, painful, and good. Then his lips brushed mine, and his tongue parted my mouth. He dipped me backward, and when his hand landed on my ass again, squeezing tightly, I swear to candy heaven I almost fainted.
Our lips parted, and I caught my breath.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Do you need anything from me?”
I blinked, trying to think about the question. It seemed so absurd, after what he had just given me. How could I possibly need anything more?
But I did. And in my confused, dizzy state, I was actually able to tell him.
“Will you stay with me?” I asked. “Just for a bit?”
Dominick ran his finger across my cheek, earning himself another tremble. “Of course,” he said. “I’m here.”
