Excitement zipped straight down my spine and desire pooled in my stomach.
“Twenty it is.” I circled my hand across Oliver’s asscheeks, and he stilled. Waiting. I didn’t strike. Not yet. If he wanted the sting of pain, I’d give it to him, but not when he expected it. I wanted to drag this fun out. Our kitten mewled in the prettiest way when he was ready to be fucked.
“Hmm. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he doesn’t deserve a spanking.” I scratched my nails over the curve of his cheek, grinning when goose bumps rose over his sensitive skin.
“No, please.” Oliver whined, wriggling. “I’ve been bad. Really bad. I should’ve talked to you. I deserve this punishment. I do.” He tilted his hips up, ass higher in the air. “Please.”
I smothered a laugh by pressing my lips together and stroked a finger between his crack. I snaked the tip of my forefinger across his hole, and a breath of air escaped between his teeth.
“Please,” he begged again, voice so low I nearly missed it. His trembling grew more intense as KC laid a kiss on his bicep.
KC worked my cock with ease, fist clamped around my sensitive shaft and jerking with determined execution. He was a man of art, and his masterpiece was what he was doing to my hard-on.
“What do you think, Kansas? Should we give our boy what he wants?” I leaned over Oliver, and KC tipped his head back as I pressed my lips against his.
He moaned.
KC licked my top lip before his attention slid to Oliver. “I think so, yeah. Give him twenty strikes.”
Oliver twitched, wriggling his hard cock against my thigh, almost like he was caught between trying to rub it against me and attempting to find KC’s wrist.
“Fine. Twenty.” My hand came down without warning against Oliver’s right asscheek, and he threw back his head and crowed in a mixture of delight and pain. “Count them for me, Kitten.”
“One.” The word came out stuttered and thready, his voice wobbling as much as his body. The moment I struck him again, he mewled. “Two.”
I moved to his other cheek, giving him two more before returning to the right again. KC’s gaze was heated, mouth parted slightly as he continued a lazy stroke of my cock.
By the time we got to fifteen, Oliver was a whining mess. Sweat clung to the curve of his spine even though a blizzard wasblowing outside. Beads of perspiration dragged down his neck, and KC followed one with his tongue, over Oliver’s collarbone.
“Five more,” I murmured, rubbing my palm over his blushing asscheeks in circles. “Can you handle it?”
Oliver panted, throwing me a wide-eyed look over his shoulder. His pupils were blown and his bottom lip was bitten raw, drops of blood welling from indentations where his teeth had sunk in.
“Kitten?” I smoothed my hand over his tailbone and across his lower back. “Are you okay? Do you need to safe word out?”
“No,” he said sharply, leaving absolutely no room for argument. He shook his head so fast I worried his brain was playing bumper cars with his skull. “I’m fine. Five more. I’ll count them.”
I laid a kiss on his hot right asscheek, the heat flowing off his battered skin. “Good kitten. He’s such a good kitten, isn’t he, Kansas?”
KC made a noise in agreement as he nibbled on Oliver’s earlobe. His fist tightened on my cock and pleasure simmered low in my stomach. But I didn’t want to come until I was in a hot hole.
“Keep counting then.”
I brought my entire hand down on his left asscheek and his back arched as a wail spilled from him. “S-sixteen.”
Over and over, he managed to count until we reached twenty. At the final strike on his vulnerable ass, the sound that left him was pure bliss—a cry so intense I felt it in my bones.
He collapsed over my thighs, sobbing. KC and I helped him sit on my lap and he was boneless. He flopped against my chest as KC stroked up his neck.
“Talk to us, sweetheart,” KC murmured, soft and caring. “How do you feel? Green? Yellow? Re?—”
“Green. So green.” Oliver gave him an exhausted smile. He looked like a man who’d run a thousand marathons. “Thank you.” His head lolled toward me. “I needed this. Thank you.”
I kissed a tear that clung to his jaw, the saltiness exploding on my tongue. If my cock wasn’t already rock hard, then the taste of his tears would’ve done the trick in milliseconds.
“What do you want now, Kitten?” I kissed away more tears. Fuck, I was a sucker for his crying, but only when it came with pleasure.
“Fuck me? Please?” He fluttered those eyelashes at me. How could we say no to that?
