“What am I going to do, boy?” His questionhad me closing my eyes, pressing my forehead into the couch so I didn’t have tolook at him.
“Spank me?”
He made a pleased sound like he was proudof me, which only pushed my desperation and excitement higher. “And why am Igoing to spank you?”
That was a damned good question andremembering the answer took several long moments. “I was embarrassed when Ishouldn’t have been.”
But now that I was bent over his lap withmy ass in the air, it just seemed vague and ridiculous.
“That’s right. You shouldn’t hide fromanything we do. I want you to love everything that makes you hard and begging.”As he let the words sink in, his hand came down on my ass for the first time.
Fuck.
It was perfect.
The flash of pain was just enough to makeme gasp and then immediately want more as he stroked over the tender skin.“Master…I…”
The brush of his finger over my hole chasedevery thought from my mind.
“That’s right. I’m your Master and all youhave to remember when you submit is that I’m going to love every wicked thing I’lldo to you.” He cemented that idea into my mind as he spanked me several moretimes in a row, alternating cheeks so they were both warm and my dick washanging heavy under me.
“I…please…” I had no idea what I wasbegging for but there was a need for something building in me again.
“No, you’re not going to get to come thistime.” He gave me one more spank, making me whimper in need, before he strokedover my ass. “Only good boys who relish their submission and their desire getto come.”
Groaning, I nodded against the cushion.“Yes, Master.”
I knew this wouldn’t be the only time hehad to remind me that I didn’t have to feel embarrassed or bad about mydesires, but there was something erotic about being displayed and hard for him.I was definitely going to remember this moment.
The way he kept stroking my ass with hispossessive touch said I wasn’t supposed to move just yet, but there was a weirdwar playing out inside of me about how I felt about it. One side said it wassexy and dirty, the other said it was sexy and embarrassing.
I decided they were both right.
But thankfully, before I had to think aboutanything else, Warner decided it was time for him to make some decisions. “Situp for me. You’re wearing too many clothes.”
It was a simple but dirty statement and itwas so fucking hot I had to fight the urge to rub my dick against him. Shit. Iwas at the point that he could turn me on just reading his grocery list.
Yep, I was totally head over heels for thesexy man.
As I obeyed, sitting back on my heels, myeyes nearly rolled back in my head at the heat and pleasure that fired throughme.
Spankings were fabulous.
Warner’s smirk said he knew exactly what Iwas feeling, but he stayed focused instead of getting distracted by my breathymoans. “It’s a lot later than you probably realize. You are going to stay thenight here, either in the guest room or there’s a small studio apartment overthe garage that has its own separate entrance.”
I was?
Glancing around the room, I saw a smalldecorative clock on a tall bookshelf that said he wasn’t exaggerating. It wasafter eleven and there was no way I was ready to leave yet.
But his guest room?
When I didn’t safeword or disagree, Warnerjust nodded like the decision had been made and reached for my shirt. As hetugged it over my head and laid it on the couch, I felt his eyes rake over me.There was no way and no reason to hide my desire from him, so I just focused onhis plan.
“Master?”
My word stopped him from stripping mefurther, but something in my tone or expression had him pulling me onto hislap. “Yes?”
The half-dressed look I was sporting was abit weird, but I stayed on topic instead of thinking about how I looked. “Whatif I don’t want to stay in the guest room?”
