That was all I had to do.
When his hands slowly moved to thewaistband of my sweats, I held back a moan as his fingers skimmed over my skin.As he finally drew them down, they caught on my cock, making it bob when it wasfreed.
Instead of pushing the pants all the waydown, Tristan left them halfway down my thighs. It made me feel even more nakedthan if they’d been completely off. My cock liked it. It also liked the way hewas caressing my thighs and watching me hungrily.
I shivered as his hands moved to the backof my legs and up over my ass, pulling me slightly. “Over my lap.”
Those were some of the hottest words I’dever heard.
“Yes, Sir.” The light tug of his hands wasall I needed to make my body respond and soon I was draped over his lap with myhead low and my ass exposed to his touch. I should have been embarrassed, butall I felt was anticipation and a desperate need to belong to him.
The fact that my dick was pressed betweenhis thighs might have distracted me too.
One hand skimmed over my cheeks as he heldme tight with the other. “Just relax. That’s good. I’m going to play with myboy and give you the spanking you need, but you’re not going to get to come. Nomatter how turned on you get, no orgasms for you, naughty boy.”
Groaning, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He chuckled, still stroking my ass. “I’mgoing to do my best to make sure you are achingly hard and to keep you thatway. Every time I spank you, your cock is going to feel so good thrustingbetween my legs. But if you get close to coming, you have to tell me. If youcome while I’m spanking you, I’m going to make sure you can’t come for days.There are all kinds of fun toys to lock away naughty subs.”
A cock cage.
It would be his fault if he made me comebefore the spanking even started, right?
The first smack of his hand over my asschased every thought out of my mind. The pain flashed through me, but it wasthe heat and the desire that seared itself into my memory.
I expected another swat right away, butinstead, his fingers caressed over the spot he’d spanked. He was just inchesfrom my hole and I knew he could see how turned on I was, but that just made itall even better.
“That’s right. You’re going to rememberthis, aren’t you?” He made a low pleased sound before spanking me again. “Itdoesn’t have to hurt much to leave a memory, does it?”
The fact that he kept stroking my skin andtrailing his fingers precariously close to my slick entrance might have hadsomething to do with it too.
Over and over, he spanked and caressed andsmacked and stroked…it was the most incredible feeling. All I could do wasshake and rock into his lap as the sweet pain flashed through me. His tighthold around my body kept me anchored to him and it was like we were goingthrough it all together…the pain…the pleasure…it was for both of us.
Focusing on holding back my orgasm was theonly thing that kept me from floating into subspace. As the pleasure and paincontinued to build, my cock seemed to throb between his legs and soon the sensationwas too good.
“Sir…I…” He paused longer between swats,trailing his finger down the center of my ass, over and around my slick hole.
“Is my boy needy?” His thighs squeezedtogether, making me cry out as he chuckled. “I think he is.”
“I’m going to…I can’t…” Shit.
Luckily, that was enough. The stroke of hishand changed from teasing to soothing. As I relaxed, just letting thesensations run through me, Tristan leaned over me and hugged me tightly. “Comehere. Sit up for me.”
That was more difficult than he probablyrealized, but eventually, I made it to a somewhat upright position and hepulled me onto his lap. Curling into his wide chest, I sighed as my ass rubbedagainst his lap.
“Too much?” The concern in his voice mademe smile.
“No, it was absolutely perfect.” Closing myeyes, I ignored my rock-hard dick and just let all the feelings and emotionsswirl in me. “Just what I’d pictured.”
I’d imagined the scene a thousand times…withslight variations and different couples, but the connection between thecharacters that I’d always imagined paled in comparison to the reality. Nomatter how long this lasted with Tristan…whatever it was meant to be, I wasnever going to forget this moment.
Chapter 8
Tristan
I was going to have to get a key to his houseor learn how to pick locks.
Finally giving up on ringing the bell, Ipulled out my phone and called him. That worked better than the doorbellbecause three rings in and he picked up. “Hello?”
