Oscar lifted his chin.“Does that include spankin’ me like you just done?”
I winked.“Oh, it surely does…when you’ve been bad.”I uncrossed my arms and leaned forward.“Do you like to be bad, Oscar Yates?”
His lips parted, and his breaths came quicker as he nodded.
“I thought so.Well, I aim to teach you to be good.And if you’re good, you’ll get a reward.You want that?”
He nodded, his gaze burning into mine.
“All right, then.Take the rest of them clothes off…now.”
In a flurry of motion, Oscar stepped out of his crumpled trousers and stripped the rest of his things off, leaving them in a pile.’Twasn’t exactly a tease like I’d hoped for, but more of a surrender, which pleased me as much.
“Good.Boy.”
“Oh fuck,” Oscar said.“I am your good boy, mister.I’ll be your good boy, if you’ll keep me and fuck me and spank me.”
I raised my brows.“My, my… Seems we may have a deal, then.Git o’er here, on the bed on your hands and knees.And spread them knees so’s I can see your sweet hole.”
Oscar almost choked on his own spittle.
“I swear, you’re gonna kill me, Jimmy.”
I grinned.“Oh, I hope not.On the bed,now.And how did you know my name was Jimmy?Maybe you oughta keep calling me ‘mister’.”
Oscar scrambled himself onto the bed and got into position, his hand going to his little nubby for some relief.
“Uh-uh.Hands off your cock.That there nubby isminefrom now on, not yours.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
A Tasty Tumble
“Okay, mister.All right.”
Oscar put his hand back on the bed and knelt on all fours—naked, his legs spread, his thigh muscles trembling as he waited for whatever I might do.
“Now, that’s more like it.You stay there, in that position, and you wait for your reward.”
Oscar sighed and stared down at the mattress.“Yes, mister.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, and I thrilled to have him at my command.This was what we liked and how we liked to do it, and we didn’t care if it made no sense.We were only playing, the way children play at make believe.Only we were both grown, and because of that, our play had a sexual side to it.And what was wrong with that?
When I sat down in the straight chair again, it made a loud creaking noise and caused Oscar to start.He craned his neck so he could see me.
“Now I want you to leave your little nubby—what’s my property—alone.But I want you to play with yourself in other ways, so’s I can sit back and watch you.”
Oscar looked confused for all of a moment, then understanding dawned.“You dirty fucking bastard.”
I grinned, pleased as punch to have shockedOscar, who always seemed to be a step ahead of me in the dirty department.
“Play with your hole, boy.Show me how much you like it.”
The sound that came out of Oscar’s throat then was halfway between a moan and a whimper.His cheeks went even redder than they had been—ruddier than his freshly spanked ass—as he blinked twice and swallowed.
“F-fine,” he murmured.“Okay.”
I settled into a comfortable position as Oscar gazed down at the sheets again and reached behind him with one hand.He hesitated, as though this thing I’d asked him to do was gonna destroy him, when I knew he’d think about this for days afterward.Some shame and mild humiliation took Oscar’s desire to the next level, and I gloated with satisfaction as I watched, knowing I’d thought of the perfect thing to exploit that.He took his time, as if he needed to work himself up to it.As I watched, he splayed his fingers across his lower back, then slid them between his cheeks, so that his middle finger pressed against that lewd, luscious spot.
