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He took a moment and thought about it as he held me. “We might have a rule that if I caught you hiding something you were worrying about, and you knew you should have talked to me about it, you’d have to…tell me one fantasy to make up for hiding something. Then you’d have to go stand in the corner to think about what you’d done wrong.”

Oh.

He chuckled and kissed my nose. “Your eyes got as big as saucers.” His smile dimmed to give him a more serious expression, and he trailed a hand over my cheeks. “Do you see where I’m coming from?”

I nodded slowly.

The idea that I might have to tell him the crazy things that floated around in my head had me fighting to stand still and was honestly a punishment that would make me want to be good. Imagining him watching me as I stood in the corner made it all even more intense. The urge to hide and squirm was immense as I tried to sort through everything, but I just curled back into him. “I understand.”

“Good boy.” The words, just as much as the tender kiss he pressed against my head, sent waves of pleasure through me.

I’d thought about how it would feel to be wrapped in my master’s arms and told I was a good boy for longer than I wanted to admit. Finally hearing the words and feeling the incredible sensations that rushed through me said it had been worth the wait.

“I want to be good for you, Sir.” For some reason, my eyes prickled. Not wanting him to think anything was wrong, because it was perfect, I took a few deep breaths and relaxed.

“You’re very good for me.” Preston slowly caressed down my back and over my ass as he held me, his touch slowly transitioning from comforting to something more erotic. “You’re also going to be a very good boy for me when I spank you, aren’t you?”

A quiet moan escaped, and I felt my cock start to harden again. Nodding against him, I relaxed my grip on his shirt and started slowly stroking over his chest. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be very good.”

“I know you will. You’re a very good boy for me already.” His fingers made circles over my ass, the slow caress sending shivers through me every time they skimmed over my crack and hinted at what else he wanted to explore.

Worries started to fall away as his slow touch continued. All I had to do was let him hold me. Something about just acknowledging that had my heartbeat slowing as the overwhelming need to hide faded. By the time his hand stilled, resting on one cheek possessively, my body was humming for a totally different reason than it had when he’d first arrived.

He kissed my head, and I sighed against his chest, loving the feeling of being held. “I’m going to spank you now, and then we’ll go to dinner once you’ve had a chance to relax. We’re not in a rush, and I don’t want you worrying about the spanking all through dinner.”

He was right, but I’d been counting on the extra few hours to get used to the idea. Not that it probably would have helped, but I could pretend it would have. “Yes, Sir.”

There was really no other answer.

It wasn’t like I could safeword. I mean, I could. But I wanted it. The idea that he’d bend me over his lap and…well, everything else that would follow was incredible but a little unbelievable. Up until recently, the only people I’d known who got spanked were either in porn or my online friends, and they both seemed very removed from my real life.

Eli had been the first person I’d known who’d honestly admitted what he liked without being ashamed or worried. I’d seen right away, though, that I was no Eli. I wasn’t confident and colorful and a bit insane at times.

I was boring.

But Lane…Lane got spanked too. I still remembered the hazy shock that had flooded through me when he’d looked over at Eli and asked why Wilder spanked him. Insane.

But if Lane could do it, then I could too.

Right?

Preston didn’t question me or ask me if I was sure, which I appreciated immensely. Saying it once had been hard enough, and from the way my heart had started to pound, I wasn’t sure adding any more stress was a good idea.

When he relaxed his hold on me and stepped back, I wanted to throw myself back in his arms and demand to be held more. His hand still resting on my ass and the fact that I would look ridiculous were the only things that kept me quiet.

Spankings were sexy, and I was not going to ruin it by acting stupid.

Preston smiled at me and I had the feeling he could see right inside me. “Let’s go to the couch.”

All I could do was nod, as words seemed like they would be a bit…difficult at that moment, but Preston didn’t seem to mind. We’d talked about the importance of safewords several times, and he’d just pointed out how important communication was, so I knew he was trusting me to tell him if something was wrong.

The trust he had in me was amazing.

I made a promise to myself as we walked into the living room and over toward the couch that I wouldn’t betray that trust.

Preston kept his light touch on me as he turned and sat down. I was still standing in front of him, probably looking silly with some kind of startled expression on my face, but I couldn’t help it. He was going to spank me.

My brain was starting to shut down from shock, but my cock couldn’t wait because it was hard as a rock.