A needy whineescaped Carter as he nodded, pressing his head into the covers. “Yes, Sir. I’msorry.”
Tightening onehand around Carter’s waist to hold his trembling sub securely, Grant rubbedcircles over the smooth, pale skin. Deciding that teasing too long would bemore torture than pleasure, Grant brought his hand up and down quickly beforeCarter had a chance to brace himself.
Making sure tokeep his strokes light and ease Carter into the spanking as gently as possible,Grant was pleased to see Carter arch up, silently begging for more. Withinseconds Carter’s quiet need was traded for moans of pleasure and gasps as thesensations started to flood his body.
Grant knew theheat was building and with every smack the feelings would radiate throughCarter’s body, making him need even more. It would be confusing as the pleasureand pain started mingling, but Carter’s reactions were beautiful. Writhingagainst Grant’s lap, Carter’s full erection let him know more than anythingthat his pretty sub loved his first spanking.
Making sure not tohit the same spot too many times, Grant watched as Carter’s bottom grew pink.The tender seat of his ass was a rosy color that would look incredible againstthe white of the panties. With each pop, Carter’s gasps and needy moans grewlouder and more desperate.
Knowing it wouldn’tbe long, Grant started spacing out the spanks, caressing Carter’s heatedbottom, drawing out the pleasure. Carter was shaking, grinding his cock againstGrant when Grant decided his sweet sub was at his limit.
Letting his handsrun small circles over the beautiful pink skin, Grant made sure to have hisfingers graze Carter’s tight pink opening that kept peeking out as he writhed. Pleadingnoises broke out as Carter fought the urge to beg for more.
He was trying tobe so good that Grant had to reward him. Grazing his fingers lightly around thesensitive pucker, Grant watched as Carter’s resolve broke.
“Please, Grant.Please, Sir. I—I…”
Pushing his thumbagainst the tender opening as he let his fingers caress the beautiful pinkskin, Grant didn’t make him fight the need any longer. “Come for me, pretty.Show me how good it feels.”
Grant wasn’t sureif it was the permission, the touch to his heated ass, or the feeling ofGrant’s thumb on his tight opening, but Carter exploded, pleasure rippingthrough him. Holding his sub gently as his orgasm sent waves of arousal throughhim, Grant caressed him tenderly, urging it higher and higher.
When Carterfinally collapsed, body spent and relaxed, Grant carefully gathered him up inhis arms. Turning to lay them both on the bed, Grant held him close. Carter’sgaze was foggy like he wasn’t really there, and while Grant didn’t think he wasin subspace, it was clear he was close.
Giving his sub agentle kiss on his head, Grant ran his hands up and down Carter’s back while hesnuggled close. When he’d gone out that night, he’d never imagined that hisevening would end curled up in Carter’s bed, holding him while he came.
He didn’t think itcould get more perfect.
He was wrong.
Chapter 11
Carter
Fighting his wayback up through the pleasure, Carter fought the temptation to sink into thesleepy oblivion that called to him. As perfect as falling asleep cuddling inGrant’s arms would be, he wasn’t ready yet. He wasn’t going to leave Grant hardand needy.
That he’d get totouch and enjoy the big, broad man was a bonus.
Rubbing his faceagainst the soft cotton of Grant’s T-shirt, Carter felt the well-definedmuscles of his chest. Forcing his eyes open, he wished it was skin instead ofcloth. “If I’m almost naked, I think you should be, too.”
He felt a chucklerumble through Grant’s chest. “I’m not sure you learned your lesson. You mightneed another reminder about how to talk to your Dom.”
Grant’s handswandered down Carter’s back and squeezed his ass. The rough touch sent arousalflaring through his body, even though there was no way his cock could recoverthat quickly. Rolling his hips, Carter let his cock brush Grant’s thigh. Droppinghis voice low, filling it with all the desire still running through him, Carterlet Grant know how much he still wanted him. “Yes, Sir. I’m sure I’ll need lotsof reminders. Being good is hard.”
Letting his handsslide down to caress the edges of Grant’s shirt, Carter spoke again, low andhusky. “Will you get naked for me, Sir? I want to touch you.”
Calling Grant Sir feltright, but didn’t feel as serious as it sounded when Wyatt said it. There wasan edge of teasing and a lightness he hadn’t expected. Was he doing it wrong? BDSMalways sounded so serious when Wyatt talked about it, but with Grant it wasfun. Maybe it was because Grant didn’t seem to need the domination to extendoutside the bedroom.
When he’d beenlaid out over Grant’s lap, his panties pulled down and his ass bared, it had feltoverwhelming and so much more erotic than he’d ever imagined. The few times alover had come close to introducing pain, even by accident, Carter had loved it,but the spanking was incredible. He had a good guess that he’d feel it tomorrow,but he didn’t mind that at all.
Pain and pleasurehad mixed until he really couldn’t tell one from the other. They were rolledtogether somehow until he craved them both equally. He couldn’t wait to do itagain. Carter knew that Grant hadn’t been rough with the spanking, but part ofhim wanted to see how it would feel to go even further.
Eventually.
Just not rightthen.
Grant groaned asCarter’s fingers worked their way under his shirt. Carter gave him a cheekygrin. “I think you’re not moving fast enough…Sir.”
“Naughty boy…”Grant didn’t look upset, though. He rolled away long enough to sit up and tughis shirt off. Then, leaning back, he gave Carter a wicked look and ran hishands down his chest to flick the button on his pants. Dragging the zipperdown, he had Carter’s mouth watering as he slowly opened it.
