He shook his head, pressing his face intothe bed before finally answering. “No…Master…”
It would’ve been easier to apologize if I’dstopped spanking him, but I just continued alternating impacts on each cheek tokeep the rush of sensations flowing through him. “I…I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s good because my boy is smart andpassionate and he doesn’t need anyone saying mean things about him. I will notstand for it.” He gave me another frantic nod, muffling his face against thebed as he moaned and fought to stay still.
When his hands started gripping the beddingand little jerks were racking his body like he was barely restraining the urgeto thrust against my lap, I spoke again, slowly caressing his back with onehand as I continued spanking him. “And the more I’ve thought about it, the moreI’ve realized that you’ve wanted to talk about moving in for days, if notlonger.”
His groan that time was purefrustration…and not the good kind.
“You are allowed to talk about anything youwant regarding our relationship with Miles, but in the future, you are going tolet me know you’re thinking about something.” Miles might have to give us somehelp working out those rules, but Asa needed to learn to open up before he madea final decision about something.
“I’m fairly certain we already had thisdiscussion, but just in case we need to have it again, I’ll explain. Takingyour time to think about something is one thing, but worrying on your own isnot allowed under any circumstances.” I let a few more spanks sink in before I continued.“We are in this together. That means we talk about all problems and needs. Isthat clear?”
“I’m sorry, Master.” His emotions werestarting to build, but it was his control that broke first. One more spank hadhim thrusting against my lap before he caught himself and went still. “I…Master…Ican’t be good. Help me.”
My sweet boy.
“Push your ass up.” I made a tsking soundthat seemed to push him right to the edge.
“We probably should’ve used the benchagain.” Getting spanked over my lap was something he loved…but not something hehad a lot of patience for.
He couldn’t seem to decide how to respond,so he just moved his knees under himself and offered up his ass. He’d hadenough practice over the past two weeks that I didn’t even have to remind himto spread his legs. “That’s much better.”
Reaching through his legs, I gave his cocka quick stroke. “That should do.”
Rubbing against my leg this way would stillstimulate his dick, but it would make it easier for me to keep him from coming.“Thank you, Master.”
The relief in his voice wouldn’t last, buthearing it was sexy as hell.
“You’re welcome.” Giving him another lightspank to distract him as I reached for the lube, I took a moment to stroke overhis cheeks. “But you need to remember to be a good boy if you want to come.”
Just the reminder about what would happennext was enough to have needy sounds spilling out of him…and finally letting myfingers caress over his tight, needy hole made it even better.
Squirting out the lube on my fingers hadanother shiver racing through him and he spread his legs wider. He was no shyvirgin. I had a feeling that the only thing holding back his inner brat frommaking a few delightful demands was the fear of not getting to come.
It was a good decision.
We’d just have to see if he could keep itup.
Chapter 21
Asa
Moaning as Stuart finally slid one fingerdeep inside me, I tightened my hold on the blanket and fought to stay still. Myspanking might not be a real punishment, but the slow pace and the way he wasdragging everything out was definitely a reminder about who was in charge.
As he continued to slowly stretch me, hisother hand stroked over my ass and squeezed one cheek. I gasped and a shiverran through me, but I stayed still. “That’s my good boy. You didn’t even try tohump my leg that time.”
The tender tone mixed with the wickedimages he was putting in my head and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to beproud or embarrassed. “I…I want to be good…for you…”
Another moan rolled through me as hebrushed over my prostate. As I tightened my muscles and forced myself to staystill through the fireworks of pleasure he shot through me, he decided to fuckwith me and just made slow circles over the bundle of nerves.
Working through the multiplication tablebackward from the thirteens helped push some of the frantic need away as hestretched me. But my control wasn’t really what Master seemed to want becauseit didn’t take long for him to add a second finger to torment my prostate.
I was shaking and somehow found myselfthrusting back against his fingers by the time he added a third. I knew what Iwanted and I’d practiced relaxing those muscles, so he wasn’t struggling tostretch me, but the need to hold back and not come was almost painful.
I’d just never imagined how incredible itwould feel to be filled with my Master. There was something wonderful about thetender way he was holding me, and the dirty way he was opening me for his cockwas everything I’d ever wanted.
I managed to make it to nine times ninewhen I broke.
