I watch him as he mumbles something too quietly to himself before nodding and saying green again, like a good little sub.
The first one makes him scream out and thrash. I hold him tightly by the waist and continue my onslaught of heavy smacks in the same pattern as before, only now his skin is going a dark purple to match the red that’s already there.
By the seventh one, he’s sobbing and thrusting the air, desperate for friction of any kind. He’s whispering and drooling please repeatedly as I continue, and by the last one, he’s silent.
Overcome with emotion and drained, subspace has swallowed him whole.
I slowly stand him up, then drag him back up against me in my chair, so his back is to my bare chest. His breaths are slow and calm as he turns his head into my neck, where he takes comfort in the crook there.
I run my fingertips up and down his sides, telling him how good he is and how well he did his first time. He reacts so well to praise, and he’s earned it.
I lower my fingers to the waistband of his jockstrap, thumbing along it in small swipes as he becomes heavier, drifting away from the intensity.
That’s when I feel it. The wet warmth.
“Naughty Jamie. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
I lift my fingers from his waistband to my mouth, and my tongue darts out to taste his divine release.
I’m not sure when he came or if he was aware of it, but my god, it’s hot. Hands-free and over something as modest as a spanking?
We are undoubtedly going to have some fun together.
“Jamie, come and get in the bath. It’ll help soothe your skin. We wouldn’t want you unable to sit through Simmons’ class come Monday, do we?”
That stirs him, and he groans into my neck. My need to get him on his knees is so loud that I need to get him out of the room before I lose control.
I stand, taking him with me, and take him back downstairs and into the bathroom, where I place him in the built-in bath on the tiled floor. He watches me through half-lidded eyes as I set about getting the water temperature right and mixing some bubbles in for him.
As much as I love that lavender scent he has, I look forward to him smelling like me.
I grab a cloth and begin to wash him, and he lets me. Giving me more power than I deserve. I admire him as I wash his curls, his tight frame from dancing. Jamie wet is doing nothing for my lusting need, and so I leave him there to grab him fresh clothes.
He has a towel around his waist and seems to be more with it when I come back with a fresh jockstrap for him to put on. He eyes it but says nothing, dropping his towel and sharing with me my first full look at his body in its entirety. A long, veiny cock, even soft. His balls sit lower and are big. My mouth waters. God, when was the last time I had a cock in my mouth?
When my eyes make their way back up his body, he’s smirking at me.
Caught.
But he doesn’t have the upper hand here, so I smirk back as I make my way over to him, bending him over the vanity unit and rubbing the soothing cream into his fiery skin.
I take more time than I need to, not ready to take my hands off him yet. Unsure how he feels about my touching him again so soon, I avoid eye contact in the mirror as I finish up. Once done,I let my hand linger a few moments on his shoulders before pulling away.
“Time to make lunch. Let’s go, Jamie, I have more for you to do before you see your room for tonight.”
I wink at him in the mirror, then leave him to it.
Chapter 10
Jamie
I’m left alone as Arnie closes the door behind him. I let out a shaky breath, turning to assess the damage done by his hands in the mirror opposite me. My ass is red, purple, and hot to the touch. I can feel myself getting aroused again as I scrape my fingernails over the sensitive flesh repeatedly.
What happened in Arnie’s office was the single most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. I’m not sure when I came hands-free, but it was during my sobs while he unleashed those last twelve.
I firmly hope he isn’t going to make me cook in nothing but these, I think to myself as I’m pulling on the clean jockstrap. Surely, that’s against the rules. That’s if there even is a D/s handbook that includes a section on cooking.
I follow the aroma of home cooking to the kitchen, where I find two plates of food on the dining table. It smells rich in flavour. Arnie is already sitting, waiting for me, sipping a glass of red wine.
