“Eleven.”
“Good. Can you tell me why I’m doing this?”
Before he can answer, I strike him again. “Twelve… Because only you can tell me what I do and don’t deserve.”
Strike.“Thirteen. You’re my Owner and know what’s best for me.”
“Very good. What else?”
Strike. Strike.
“Fourteen. Fifteen. Benjamin’s feelings aren’t my responsibility.”
Strike.
“Six-teen.” He pants a little. “I…I’m not selfish.”
Harder now. “S…seventeen. Daddy and I belong together.”
“Good boy. Take a deep breath.”
He follows direction so easily, and as he lets his breath out slowly, I hit him even harder.
The next three strikes barely have a pause between them, but even as he cries, he still counts for me.
When we hit thirty, I stop, moving in to grab at his red ass, keeping the pain centered there, as I'm not ready to let him down yet.
Lio howls, his back arching, but as his body trembles, I can also see how loose his shoulders are, how his head hangs in relief.
I dig my fingers into his ass cheeks, watching as his skin changes color with how hard I’m gripping him, before going back to the red I made with my belt.
Possession courses through me at seeing my marks fresh on him, knowing the ones he got from Allesandro will be fresh in his mind, even if the bruises have faded to nothing.
Gripping his hips, I flip him over and then pull out my aching cock. Crawling onto the bed, I move over him, dragging my dick across his.
Lio cries out, staring up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes—only this time it’s from pleasure rather than guilt and pain.
“This is why I’m your Owner, isn’t it?” I ask, taking both our cocks in hand. “I own you.”
“Body and soul, Sir…” he whispers.
I jerk us off roughly, smearing our pre-cum around, though it’s not enough to take the painful edge off. It’s okay; we both like it.
“I want you to come, Cucciolo. Come on my cock; get us messy.”
His body stiffens and he cries out, his hips arching into mine as his cock pulses. I’m not far behind, his cum making a nice lubricant for my dick as I thrust against my hand and him.
Burying my head into his neck as I come, I latch onto his skin, biting at his flesh until I taste blood.
Lio screams, more cum escaping.
I bite down harder, taking a page from Tennant’s book and holding on for as long as possible, so the mark will stay there even when the ones on his ass have faded away.
Pressing my body weight onto him, I smoosh him into the bed as I lift my head and kiss him softly. It’s the sweet kind of kiss, the one you give your lover in a tender moment, not after rough sex that stemmed from a whipping. But then, Emilio and I have never done anything the way we “should”.
Pulling back, I look into his glossy, blissed-out eyes. “I love you, Emilio. This guilt you feel…it’s something I hope you and your therapist can work on, but know this, I am always here for you. You don’t have to feel anything but love for me, or Daddy, or Roman, or your Master.”
“I love you too, Angel. Thank you… I…it’s hard, but I want to try. As long as I have you, I think I can.”
