Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“None of that.”
“Can’t help it.” His defiant tone all but dared me to discipline him. And I was only too happy to do that.
“You can and you will.” I stopped his squirming with a firm hand on his back. Then I smacked his ass, more to get his attention than anything else. His butt was perfect for spanking, round and compact, muscular enough to have some meat on it, but soft enough to bounce enticingly when slapped. “Naughty boys get spankings, but they don’t get to come yet.”
That got an unhappy moan from Levi. “I want to be good.”
“And you are.” Gentling my touch, I stroked his back and ass. “But you’re still getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His tone was all contrite, but his eager wiggle betrayed how into this he actually was.
I brought my hand down again, this time much more purposefully, using the element of surprise in my favor, delighting in how his whole body jerked.
“Ow.” He reached for his ass, but I batted his hand away.
“Don’t make me tie your hands.” I swatted him again. “You can take it.”
“Yes.” He relaxed against me, the praise having worked its usual magic on his muscles. Which meant it was the perfect time to resume the spanking. I delivered a series of rapid-fire smacks until he was bucking and cursing. “Fuck.”
He was still hard against me, still trying to grind every chance he got, and still way too in his own head. I’d seen the night before how beautifully he could surrender, and how much he needed it, and I wanted to give him that release again.
“I think you can handle more.” I squeezed his ass, right where the outline of my handprint was starting to bloom. He groaned but didn’t try to wiggle away.
“More?”
I laughed darkly. “That was the warm-up.”
“Oh shit.” He sounded genuinely nervous that time, not as much play-acting. Good. The edge to his voice told me he was closer to truly letting go. I spanked him harder now, deliberately varying where my hand landed, aiming for tender spots like the top of his thighs and the sides of his butt cheeks where there was less meat to cushion the blows.
“Fuck. It hurts.” His voice was ragged, but he sucked in a breath like he was still trying for composure. That wouldn’t do.
“I know. But you’re not done yet.” I tried to walk the line between soothing and stern.
A couple more hard spanks, and he started making new noises, little groans and cries, and stopped wiggling around so much. Closer.
“Daddy, please.” He went from frustrated to petulant to pleading, all in a couple of syllables. His body became more pliant, some tension leaving his arms and back.
“You’re doing great, baby.” I rubbed his back and what had to be a sore ass. He let out a low whine and pushed up against my hand. He was still trying to drive, which told me we weren’t quite done here. “A few more.”
“How many?” His voice wavered. Close. He was so close to letting go like I knew he could.
“Ten.” I got commanding again, hand tightening on his side. “And no coming.”
“Fuck.” Breathing hard, his curses sounded more like prayers as I delivered three more hard smacks. “Fuck. Shit. Ow.”
“You can do it,” I encouraged. On the next one, he pushed his face into the mattress. His breath became even more labored, but his fight seemed diminished, more like he’d finally decided to ride this wave with me. On five, his whole body shuddered, and he made a snuffling sound.
“Halfway there.” I kept my voice decisive. And on the next spank he cried out, almost like he was climaxing, but this was a different type of release, one where he cursed and cried and let go. The last few spanks, his cries slowed to dreamy moans and his body slumped against me.
“Done. You’re done, baby.” I rubbed his back and ass gently, stroking him as he continued to shudder. “See? You took it so good. So good. Such a good boy for me.”
“Yes.”
The praise seemed to unleash something in him, and he twisted from under my hands, scrambling to push me backward on the bed as he straddled me. His face was tear-stained, lip swollen from where he must have bit it, and cheeks blotchy. He’d never looked hotter. He’d taken all that for me. And he’d trusted me enough to let go like that, to share that with me.
My own cock was painfully hard and way too close to coming, even before his mouth slammed over mine.
“Fuck. Joe. Need…”
“I’ve got you.” I met him kiss for needy kiss. The grateful, blissed-out noises he kept making flowed through me like five shots of Jager, making my blood pound and my head swim.
“Need your skin.” Levi shoved at my shirt with one hand while fumbling for my belt with the other.