“Because there will always be other thingswe can do together.” It felt like that simple idea would become the cornerstoneof whatever relationship we built. I’d never thought about how many ways itcould apply to life until he’d made it so pointedly clear.
“If all I wanted to do was to cuddle withyou on the couch, you would be happy with that because you like holding me.”The way he’d wrapped himself around me at the club whenever he’d gotten thechance made that clear.
Porter smiled and nodded. “I would. I’m avery tactile person.”
His hands moved down my neck to stroke overmy chest again. “And with you, the desire to touch you is incredibly strong. IfI could keep you tucked against me all the time, I’d love it.”
I had an image of being chained to his sideflash through my mind and it made me grin. Nuzzling against his hand as it strokedmy cheek, I teased him. “No chaining me to you. It’s a hot visual but notpractical.”
He chuckled. “I could make it work.”
He leaned in and kissed my neck, slidinghis hands around me to slowly snake down my back. As he bit down right below myear, his hand finally cupped my ass. “I’d be there to touch you and hold youall the time. I’d keep you hard and aching. All you would think about waspleasing me.”
“Okay, maybe just a little bit of chaining.On the weekend.” My breathy reply had him chuckling and he squeezed my ass.
“You’d look so erotic, hard and beautifullydisplayed because I wouldn’t let you wear any clothes. I’d always want youavailable to me.” The sexy whispered words were a bit dark, but the fantasy waseasy to imagine, and I found myself moaning as he licked my ear.
Porter’s words were filled with desire ashe continued to tease me. “Yes, you’d like that. I’d make you my slave boy forthe weekend. I’d keep you hard and always ready for me.”
I felt a shiver run through me as his handsmade circles over my ass. “You’d wear a cock ring for me so you’d always beerect and trapped, and I’d keep you plugged with something long and vibratingso every time you moved pleasure would rush through you.”
His fingers trailed up the center of myass, and even through my clothes, I could feel how good it would be to have himtouch me there.
“If you were a very good slave, I mighteven let you come at the end of the weekend.” Porter’s wicked fantasy had memoaning and I pushed against his hands.
“Oh, naughty boy. Are you being demanding?”His voice was filled with a mischievous sort of surprise as he pulled back thatI knew was fake, but it was still sexy.
Was I being demanding?
I wasn’t sure what answer would get thebest response from him because I wasn’t sure where the game was going. Finally,I nodded and looked into his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
There was a fierce sort of pleasure thatradiated from Porter just before he pulled it back. He liked this game. That initself was enough to make me fight the urge to push back against him again.
“Do you remember what happens to naughtysubs?” His hands stroked back over my chest again, making my ass miss theirfirm strokes. “We talked about it over dinner.”
That little prompt was all I needed toconnect the dots.
He wanted to spank me.
It was fairly obvious that if I keptapologizing and wiggling I was going to end up naked and over his lap. Therewasn’t a question about what I wanted. I was just having a hard time gettingthe desire from my head to my lips. Playing pretend had never been something Iexcelled at, but this naughtier form was something I wanted enough to try.
“They…” I had to swallow to get the rest ofthe words out because as my dick got harder my mouth got drier. I didn’tunderstand the connection, but there wasn’t enough blood in my brain to figureit out at the moment. “They get spanked.”
A faint, wicked grin tried to peek out ofhis lips.
Even if I hadn’t been at eye level with hisdick, his enjoyment in the game would’ve been obvious. “That’s right, boy.”
His gentle fingers flicked over my nipplesthen gave them both a tug at the same time. Arching into his touch wasautomatic, but it drew another shake of his head and a tsking sound. “Are youallowed to demand more of my touch?”
I shook my head, but before I could figureout a good verbal response, he kept going. “Why do you need a spanking, naughtyboy?”
He was really trying to torture me, notjust find a reason to spank me.
Words.
Words.
“I…” I had to take a deep breath and tryagain. “I need help to remember to be good for you and not be demanding.”
