Silas chuckled. “Until I’m ready.”
My brain was starting to rethink the wholecontrol and submission thing.
My dick loved the idea and thought my brainwas stupid.
I liked my dick much better than my brain,so I was siding with him. “Yes, Sir.”
Heat flared in his eyes and Silas squeezedmy ass again. “Good boy.”
Fuck.
That was hotter than I’d ever imagined. Itwas even hotter than when we were watching Shane say it to Tanner. I whined lowand wiggled against him again. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to come or if I justwanted more of anything he would give me, but Thursday seemed so far away.
“What did I say about that, Trouble?” Hegrowled out the words, sending another shiver racing through me. I couldn’t beresponsible for what would happen when he kept using that voice.
“Say it again, please?” A few more wigglesand another order growled low and rough and I might come right there.
Silas squeezed down on my ass again, that timealmost painfully but it just tipped everything even closer to perfect. “Keep itup and you’re going to wear a cock cage when you get that spanking. All thatbeautiful pain on your bottom flooding through you and no orgasm.”
He was so mean.
I was in love.
“But please—”
He cut me off, smacking my ass. “You get tobeg when I say you can. Right now, all I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir’ while youshow me how good you can be.”
Being good was no fun.
But I wanted the spanking more than Iwanted to win at that moment. Not that I thought Silas would let me win. “Yes,Sir.”
I stopped wiggling but didn’t move away.I’d never had anyone hold me like that. It wasn’t the tender cuddles of one ofthe guys when they were down, this was something else entirely…something sexyand possessive.
Did he understand what he was doing to me?
“Much better. You might earn that spankingyet.” Then his eyes got a wicked glint to them. “But if I even think thatyou’ve played with your dick, I’ll lock it up tight. Do you understand me?”
I melted.
I was such a sap. It was just like one ofmy romance novels. “Yes, Sir. I won’t touch it.”
“You’re going to be good for me?” His handstarted rubbing slow circles over my ass, making it difficult to think ofanything but coming. “I won’t reward a naughty boy.”
“I’ll be good for you.” Please, fuck, justlet him spank me and make me come. “But you’ll reward me if I’m good?”
I curled into him, resting my head on hischest. “Being good is hard.”
It wasn’t my natural state.
“Submitting is hard.” His hand moved frommy ass but started slowly stroking my back. That was probably the best idea ifI wasn’t going to get to come, but the memory of his touch was still so strongI could almost feel him kneading my ass again. “Anyone who thinks otherwise hasnever given control over to someone else. You’re going to be strong for methough, aren’t you, Trouble?”
How could I say no to that?
Not that I wanted to.
“I’ll try, Sir.” But days? I had to ignoremy cock for days knowing what would happen on Thursday? “But if I slip?”
Sometimes dicks had a mind of their own. Icouldn’t be responsible for what he did when I was asleep.
