Porter nodded and started rubbing slowcircles right over my nipples. “That’s right. The embarrassment of beingspanked and the heat on your ass is going to help you to remember to be a goodboy. Isn’t it?”
How frustrated would he be if I came beforethe spanking even started?
But that didn’t seem like a smart question,much less a good idea, so I tried to forget how hard my dick was. “Yes, Sir, Iwant to learn to be good for you.”
Just in case there were any doubts that Iwanted to live out the fantasy and to be spanked, I tried to nip his concernsin the bud. I wanted this more than he could understand. I wanted to feel hishand raining down on me and for the fantasy of belonging to him to continue aslong as it could.
Chapter 8
Porter
I had to continually remind myself thathe’d never explored anything like this with a man, but the mix of confidenceand curiosity he radiated made that difficult.
He wouldn’t have played into the scene ifhe didn’t want it, though.
Landon knew his safeword and he knew thatwe didn’t have to do it if he wasn’t ready. But his reactions at dinner andwhile we’d been talking said he wanted it.
Caressing down his cheek and over his lips,I smiled and tried to project confidence. He needed to see that I trusted himjust as much as he was trusting me. “I’m going to spend a lot of time teachingyou how to be good for me and how to please me, but for now, I have a spankingto deliver to a naughty boy.”
A shiver raced through him, and he made alow, needy sound he didn’t seem to even realize had escaped. It took him a fewseconds to nod, and as he leaned into my hand, he responded. “Thank you, Sir.Thank you for taking the time to teach me how to please you.”
The words were sexy and low, but it was thethread of truth that was weaved through them that really made it absolutelyperfect. Landon didn’t just want to submit to explore how it would feel; he wasa true submissive at heart that wanted to please the man he’d given hissubmission to.
Leaning in, I gave him a tender kiss.“You’re welcome.”
The more I learned about him, the moreamazed I was. His struggle to get to this point had been harder than mostpeople could imagine and yet he seemed so sweet and earnest in his submission.
I could have sat there just touching himall night, but now that the decision had been made to spank him, I didn’t wantit to start eating away at him. Excited was good, worried was not. Reachingdown, I took his hand. “Rise.”
The simple order seemed to have hissubmission coming closer to the surface. He got a soft, distracted look for amoment before he tuned back in and nodded. Using my hands to steady himself, herose carefully. It was clear that he’d practiced since his first night at theclub and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
I didn’t care if he wasn’t graceful in hissubmission, but the fact that he’d wanted to please me made me want to wrapmyself around him. “Very good.”
When he was steady, I let him take a stepback and stood. I wrapped one arm around him, resting my hand low on his ass soI could get him used to my touch while he was still clothed. Giving it asqueeze, I kissed his neck and nudged him toward the stairs. “I want to stretchyou out on my bed while I spank you.”
Landon gave me a curious but very clearlyaroused expression and I had to smile. “Just a spanking, naughty boy. Don’tthink that look will push me to go any further tonight.”
The teasing reminder that I wasn’t going tolet us jump right into sex had a bashful look sweeping over his face, but hesqueezed my hand. “But if I’m good for my spanking, will you let me have areward, Sir?”
The carefully worded question about whetherhe was going to get to come was cute and showed that he was more focused onthat than he was worried about the spanking. “Possibly. But you have to be verygood to earn a reward.”
I could almost see his mind working as wewalked through the house and up the stairs. When we got to my bedroom, hepaused for a moment, looking around at the space. Taking in the dark-stainedfurniture and the large king-sized bed, he turned back to me. “How can I begood for you, Sir?”
The question made me smile and I pulled himagainst my chest, stroking my hands down his back and over his ass. “I want tohear every sound from you. Pleasure or pain, it belongs to me. Is that clear?”
I felt another shiver race through him andhe nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” Giving him a quick peck, Icontinued playing with his ass as I explained what I wanted from him. “Becausethis is your first spanking, I’m going to let you rub your erection against mythighs, but you may not orgasm. Do you understand?”
The frank talk about his dick just drewmore attention to how hard he was, and he rocked forward almost like he wassubconsciously trying to rut against me. He sucked in a ragged breath as hestilled and nodded firmly. “Yes, I…I won’t come.”
We’d see if he could keep that promise.
But no matter how it turned out, I’d findanother reason to spank him if he liked this one.
“I’m glad you want to be good for me.”Squeezing one cheek again, I gave him another kiss before inching back fromhim. “Raise your hands.”
A nervous excitement seemed to run throughhim, but he pushed it away in a flash and all that was left was arousal anddetermination. It was a sexy combination that only got more intense as I drewhis shirt over his head. It wasn’t the sexy sheer shirt he’d worn to the club,but the soft cotton was thick and wrapped around him, highlighting his muscularbody.
