The second he was on his feet, Trevor stepped over to push him onto the bed on his back. Sky gasped again but stayed where he fell, his legs and feet dangling.
“I’d kiss you, but your face is covered in dog slobber,” Trevor commented, enjoying Sky’s brief spark of visible fury. “Turn over. I’d rather not forget, and this is all you want anyway, right?”
He was mostly but not completely joking. Despite Sky’s earlier promise, here they were again.
Sky froze, dark eyes going wide. “No. You know it’s not.”
“Then say the words,” Trevor ordered pleasantly.
“I was going to take care of you,” Sky argued like he wasn’t opening his legs to try to get Trevor between them. “Bri… Trevor.Trevor. Are you going to make me beg now?” His expression said he wasn’t sure if he wanted that or not, although Trevor suspected he would beg either way.
“Not if you say it.” Trevor picked up the silicone cock to study it. It wasn’t one he’d seen before, and he didn’t think it had been bought with Trevor’s ass in mind. Not at that size.
“I want you to fuck me.” Sky sank his teeth into his bottom lip when Trevor experimentally stroked the thick length of silicone.
Trevor met his stare. “If you want me to do things to you as punishments, then fine. But you can also always ask.”
“Will youpleasefuck me?” Sky asked immediately with exaggerated politeness.
“But that’s not all you want, is it, Sky baby?” Trevor returned, smiling and mean. “Do you want me to be a little pushy tonight? Or a lot?”
Sky’s chest was heaving, which meant he liked both ideas. But what he said was, “I wantyou, Sir,” in a voice that barely shook.
He was tryingso hard.
“So roll over, smart boy.” Trevor pretended not to see Sky’s startled, shy head bob. “Don’t think I forgot how you like it.”
On his knees and, more often than not, curled in tight on himself, almost uncomfortably so. Wrists together sometimes as well. Trevor would have assumed it was about the pain but suspected more that Sky liked to be a helpless yet protected creature completely at Trevor’s mercy.
Admittedly, Trevor also liked that.
“I’m not going to tie you up today.” Trevor kept his voice steady even while pulling Sky’s boxers down to his knees. He didn’t remove them because even a slight restraint would get Sky wet. “Wait.” Trevor put a hand out. “Give me your glasses. I don’t want them crushed.”
Sky shivered at the gentler order but obediently handed Trevor his glasses. Trevor folded them and put them on the nightstand. Then he reached into the drawer on the stand to pull out some bottles of lube, which he tossed onto the bed. He took a moment, then several moments, to study the picture Sky made, dragging up Sky’s tank top to expose more of his skin. Sky said, “Ah, fuck,” and shifted on his knees as if already wanting to push back.
“I’m also not going to gag you.” Trevor generously shared this information as though he’d ever gagged Sky before. He mostly wasn’t going to tie Sky up or gag him because he was too impatient to go rooting around in boxes for ties or scarves or those padded cuffs. But Sky didn’t need to know that.
A tiny shock went through Sky. He said, “Trevor,” in a breathless whine, and Trevor put a hand on his bare ass before leaning down over him.
“Any noises you make, you make into the duvet.”
“You’re so sure I’m going to be loud.” Sky tried. He really tried.
Trevor gave his ass one small slap. Not very hard, but the duvet got a strangled, “Fuck,” and then Sky saying softly, “Trevor.”
Trevor spoke into Sky’s ear. “I think, the first time I spank you properly, I’ll do it in front of G.G.—if he agrees. After that, we’ll go farther, see how it goes. Since you won’t ask, I’ll have to figure out what you want on my own. That’s a lot of punishments for Sky.”
“In front of G.G.?” Sky echoed in a high voice, horrified or delighted or both. “You wouldn’t,” Sky insisted, shooting Trevor sideways glances. He shifted on his knees again, then squirmed against the hand Trevor slid to the small of his back. “But G.G.’s better at this than me.”
He had not objected to the spanking, or things harder than spankings, or even the idea of being watched, Trevor noticed, letting Sky squirm under his hand as Sky clearly continued to think about how mortifying he would find it to be less than perfect before an audience. To be less than perfect before another submissive… another ofTrevor’ssubmissives.
He was probably hard. He was definitely wet when Trevor checked, petting the softer skin on the inside of Sky’s thighs while Sky tortured himself with his imagination. Trevor gave his ass another slap, liking how Sky rocked forward and seemed to fight to breathe again, and then how he said, “Oh,” almost to himself.
Trevor moved down to press his mouth Sky’s back, the bunched-up shirt keeping him from Sky’s skin. “I love you.”
Sky blew out a breath. “Will you really sp… do that? You could do it now.”
Trevor was glad Sky couldn’t see him pause. “Are you going to ask me to? Because if I’ve learned anything this past week, it’s that groveling is part of what does it for you. Icouldgive it to you. I could get your ass nice and red, and leave my grandmother to wonder why you won’t sit down tomorrow.” Sky made a fascinating noise, half-muffled when he bit down on the duvet. “But that wouldn’t be nearly soul-destroying enough for you, would it, smart boy? The genius begging for a spanking and the humiliation of an audience he thinks will judge him. You want that now that I suggested it.”
