“No, Sir.”
“It’s all right if this turns you on.”
“It doesn’t when it’s happening. It hurts too much. It’s after. Because—it’s like the cuffs. I can still feel you. And it doesn’t hurt for long.”
“You might not say that this time, boy. Let’s go.” Tai pulled David’s wrist and settled him across Tai’s quads. The bed supported David’s torso, while his feet were on the floor.
Tai warmed him up with brisk slaps, catching David’s hand as soon as he reached for his ass, pinning it to his back. He alternated the slaps with rubbing and squeezing, sensitizing the skin while easing David into the sensation. As soon as his ass started to color, Tai stepped up the force of his swats until he heard grunts spill out along with David’s pants.
When Tai stopped, David’s body went slack against him. The room was suddenly quiet, David’s breath the only sound. Even the air-conditioner fan had shut down. Tai ran a hand down David’s spine, then felt the heat of his skin.
David’s breath turned to a hiss. “Shit. I forgot how much it hurts.”
Tai smacked him hard. “Why are you being spanked?”
“Because I asked you to punish me. Because I know I shouldn’t have ignored the first two notices, and I guess I should have told you what I was planning. Sir.”
Tai picked up the brush. “You guess?” He placed the smooth wooden back on David’s ass and rubbed it in a circle. “Did it affect us both?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tai tapped lightly, bouncing it off one cheek and then the other. David squeezed his ass tight.
“Don’t clench like that, boy. You’ll take what you asked for.” And there’d be less bruising, less ache tomorrow if he stayed relaxed.
“Yes, Sir.”
Tai had considered starting over David’s cargo shorts. The material wasn’t heavy like denim, but it would still let him get a feel for the impact of the wood before it stung and slammed deep into his skin. But Tai needed to see what effect he was having so he could stop before he went too far.
He gave him a solid spank, turning his wrist so the weight of the brush and not Tai’s strength was what David felt. The result was electric. David reared off the bed.
“Back down, right now.”
Just as quickly, David got back into position. Tai shifted to pin David’s legs under one of his own. “Give me your hands.” He didn’t want to chance hitting David’s wrist or fingers. Hitching David closer, Tai gripped both wrists in his free hand.
“H-how long?”
“I’ll decide that, boy. You take it.”
The sag of David’s weight told Tai he was on the right track. His own heart hammering high and hard in his throat, he laid on the brush. No force, but the weight and the jerk of his wrist delivered a bruising thud and sharp, echoing sting. David flinched at every stroke, breaths sounding trapped. Tai checked to make sure his mouth wasn’t covered.
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“I’m sorry,” David spat out.
Tai nailed him three times on the same spot, low on the cheek.
“Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” David’s gasp was full of desperation.
Tai stopped, leaving the brush on the bed while he rubbed David’s ass, taking in the reaction, the ragged breathing, screwed-shut eyes, fingers and toes clenching as his body absorbed the pain.
Tai picked up the brush again, resting it on the top curve. David didn’t have much room, but he shrank away. Tai tightened his grip on David’s wrists. “Fight it if you want to, boy. I’ve got you.”
Tai dropped the smacks faster, concentrating on one spot at a time until David jerked. Tai drove him harder, felt the rebellion rise up in a push from David’s legs, and held on as he tried to buck off.
“Please, Sir. Please. I can’t.”
The rush of power Tai had felt when David knelt on the balcony was nothing compared to this. It was dizzying, hot, strong. He was enough. He could make a man as jaded as David feel something he craved so badly. And Tai would keep him safe through it all.
“No choice, boy.” Tai aimed for the top of David’s thighs, and he struggled harder. “You’re mine.”
“Please.” There was an edge of surrender in that plea.
“Get your ass up for me.”
David stopped bucking and tipped his ass as much as he could with Tai pinning his chest and legs. Tai flipped the brush and dragged the bristles over the cherry-bright skin. David shuddered but kept his ass tilted up. There were some darker spots, a hint of a bruise where Tai had focused on the crease of David’s thighs. He’d feel it a little tomorrow, maybe. Tai scraped with the brush, back and forth over the sore skin.
David groaned. “Please, Sir. I don’t think I can—”
“Almost done.” Because they were almost there. “Trust me to give you what you need.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t think, just feel, David.”
Tai started laying down smacks in a rhythm, following a pattern like the five spots on dice. Slow at first, listening to David’s breath, then faster. David pushed up to meet the brush, body there even if his head wasn’t yet. He was almost relaxed, a steady exhale.
Tai didn’t give him a warning but increased the force and speed, laying it all on the spots that were already darkest. David made one more attempt to fling himself off Tai’s lap, then collapsed like he’d come, surrender in every inch of him, limp and vulnerable to the smack of the brush on his ass.
His voice was thick as he slurred “Yessir,” over and over.
Tai tossed the brush on the mattress and helped David to sit up. His nose was running, his eyes a bit wet, but his breathing got under control fast.
“Good boy.” Tai kissed him gently. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Sore, damn.” David leaned his head into Tai’s shoulder. “Sweet Lord, that hurt. But that feeling of something I had to do—it’s better. Thank you.”
Tai studied David’s face. “You know how we end this, David.”
David’s breath came sharp against Tai’s skin. “Sir….” He looked up from under spiky lashes.
If things were going to work between them, Tai couldn’t fail them because of the appeal in those wet blue eyes. “You needed that, yes, but this is something you earned.” He stood and dragged a pillow to the center of the bed. “Over it.” Tai didn’t give David time to think about it, tugging him so that the pillow put his ass up.
“Fuck me, please, Sir.”
That decided it. Tai picked up the brush and dealt out a good swing. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Tai—Sir.”
Tai lowered his chest onto David’s back, breathing in his ear. “This isn’t just about you, is it, boy?”
“No, Sir.”
“It wouldn’t have been hard to call me. To answer a text and let me know what was going on.”
“No, Sir.” Now David did sound sorry. Probably more because of what he was dreading.
“This is so you remember.” Tai pushed himself away. “Ten. If you kick, reach back, or swear, there will be extra. After each one, you will tell me what you’re going to do better.” Tai shifted his grip to shorten the swing, though from how dark the bottom half of David’s ass was, even that would be enough to make his point.
The brush connected with David’s ass, pushing deep into his reddened skin. “One. Let’s hear it.”
“I won’t ignore things, Sir.”
David’s fingers grabbed up fistfuls of bedding on the second stroke. “I will not ignore your texts, Sir.”
By seven, David’s feet were flexing rapidly, toes curling and uncurling, but they stayed on the bed. His answers had become repetitive, but sincere. “I won’t ignore problems, I promise, Sir, please.”
Tai wasn’t sadistic in the sense of just the idea of causing pain turning him on, but the sight of his David suffering so beautifully, holding himself there obediently, made heat prickle in Tai’s nuts, pump blood to stiffen his dick. But his boy still had to push. On ten, his
feet kicked, drumming into the mattress.
“Don’t move. Two more.” Tai slid the grip down. Two full swings, even without muscle behind them, should take care of that.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” David said immediately, but Tai gave him the two extra spanks, and David held himself perfectly still.
“Stay right there.”
Tai found some kind of lotion in the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in cool water. David wiped his face on the washcloth as Tai smoothed lotion over the superheated skin. David arched into the touch.
“Good boy.” Tai stripped off his clothes and climbed on the bed. He licked a drop of sweat from David’s neck. “Very good.”
David came willingly as Tai pulled him onto his side, spooning up against him, though he flinched when his ass came into contact with Tai’s dick. Shifting slightly, David eased back and pushed his ass into Tai.
“Can we fuck now, Sir?”
“No.”
“But—”
“I want you to be quiet and feel that for a bit.” Tai moved the arm under them to place his hand over David’s heart, while pinning his hips with the other.
“Yes, Sir,” David sighed out, but his heart thudded against Tai’s palm.
TAI’S BREATH was steady in Beach’s ear. Even in sleep, Tai held Beach firmly. He’d gotten used to falling asleep like that, wrapped up in or pinned under Tai’s strength. On the occasions when Beach had shared a bed with a sex partner, Beach had preferred sleeping face-to-face, not touching. It was more convenient for talking, or to see if anyone was up for another round, or to make an excuse for departure. No matter how he and Tai fell asleep, Tai kept some body part on top of Beach, as if to keep him from slipping away. Usually he found it charming, flattering to be significant enough to merit a portion of unconscious attention. Charming wasn’t what Beach would call it tonight. Consuming, maybe. Like he’d dived into the heart of a fire and somehow was safe, but he couldn’t escape, wasn’t sure he wanted to.
It wasn’t merely figurative. Tai radiated a good deal of body heat, but the biggest factor was Beach’s ass feeling like he was sitting on hot coals. The—say it, Beach, you asked for it—spanking had calmed the feeling that he was coming out of his skin but left him with another problem. The more sensation faded from fuck-that-hurts to a glow, the more Beach’s dick wanted to party. Somewhere between that eye-watering pain and the dread that he couldn’t take it was a warm flood of pride that he could offer Sir that much surrender. The more the simmer faded, the more pride and belonging built.
But right now his ass was hot and itchy from Tai’s pubes, the breath across Beach’s ear a furnace blast, Tai’s whole body blazing like sand on an August beach at noon. The cool glass of the balcony door was only a few steps away. Incremental shifts moved Beach far enough to risk lifting Tai’s arm so Beach could slide out from under it.
Tai yanked Beach back. “No.”
Despite how much Beach had been craving the respite in a body length of cold glass, that one word moved through him like a complete reset. All levels back to normal.
A second later Tai’s voice rumbled, “Need to piss?”
“No.” Beach tried to find a cooler spot on the sheet for one of his legs. “Just hot.”
Tai chuckled. “I can feel where you’re hot, boy.” He ground his crotch into Beach’s ass and slid a hand down his chest before grazing Beach’s dick. “Oh.” The hand cupped Beach’s balls, fingers light, stroking. A harder pulse pumped in Beach’s cock. “If I jerk you off, do you think you could sleep?”
“Yes.”
Tai tugged on the sac. “And if I jerked you off with my dick up your ass, what about then?”
“Yes.” Beach rocked his hips back. “Please.”
Tai’s voice softened to a whisper. “I wouldn’t want you to be confused about punishment. Sex isn’t always going to happen after.” His hand slipped between Beach’s legs, squeezing the sore curve of his ass.
“I understand.”
“Good boy.”
Tai put him flat on his stomach, fucking into him at an angle that made Beach feel too tight, the friction more fire on his nerves.
“So fucking good, David.” Tai poured the praise into Beach’s ear with kisses and licks and sweet, sharp bites on his neck. It made Beach clench his muscles around Tai’s dick, the scrape of his thrusts making them both pant. “God, baby. Feel so sweet. Don’t move.”
Arms wrapped around Beach’s chest, Tai rolled them until Beach was on top, his own weight forcing Tai’s dick deeper, sweat cooling everywhere on skin suddenly exposed to the air-conditioned room, the shock taking the edge off the need in his cock as it waved in space instead of grinding against the sheet.
Tai held Beach pinned there with an arm on his chest and a hand on his hip, rocking them enough to keep his dick moving.
In twenty years of as much sex as he could get, Beach thought he’d tried every position. But this was new. Everything about it. The angle of the cock inside him, the motion like rocking in the Nancy anchored for the night, and that prickling, throbbing fire from his paddled ass dragging against Tai.
“Gonna stay inside you like this all night.”
“Yes.” Beach wanted that too. He pushed down to take in more. More cock. More soreness in his ass. More Tai. This was where he was supposed to be. Just here. Sir’s boy. Nothing else.
But as much as Beach wanted to freeze time, ride this perfect moment forever, his dick had its own plans. The urgency drove him up and down on Tai’s cock. Dick bobbing, balls tightening as a shift made Tai drive steadily across Beach’s gland.
“Work your cock, boy. Come for me.”
“Yes.” Beach’s cock leapt to meet his hand like it had been years instead of hours since he’d last come. Tai’s palm drifted up Beach’s chest until it rested over his larynx. Thumb and fingers stretched out to circle Beach’s throat.
“Put your other hand on my thigh,” Tai whispered. “Three taps, remember?”
Beach nodded as much as he could, precome dribbling from his slit at the thought of what Tai was going to do.
The pressure started slow, nothing more than a tight-collared shirt, until it wasn’t. Until Tai’s hand held Beach’s life in the squeeze of his fingers. Heat, so much heat. Cock, ass, head. Dizzy from it. Blood aching as Beach stripped his cock faster, harder, grinding down. His hand gripped Tai’s leg, the lifeline there if he needed it. The edge felt just out of reach with the puffs of darkness flooding his head, the strangeness he felt in his blood as it tried to feed his body. He strained for it.
“Mine. God, David. Mine.”
Beach couldn’t answer with his voice, but he could with his body. He stopped pushing for the orgasm and let Sir force it into him. Loose and tight, white-hot and icy-black, he gave into it, spilled over and through it. Cock shooting off fireworks to match the explosions of color behind his eyes.
He was more than wrung out, more than dizzy. The rush didn’t fade back to normal after coming like usual. Even though Tai released Beach’s throat, sensation kept pulsing into his toes.
Tai rolled Beach back underneath. In the roar of rich, sweet oxygen in his blood, he was only barely aware of Tai stripping off the condom, the quick sounds of his hand on his cock, a gut-deep groan and the heat of come splashing across skin. Tai rubbed his cock into Beach, spread the slick puddle, painted it on the sore spots on Beach’s ass, dragged it in a pattern across his back.
The last thought Beach had was wishing come could glow so he could read what Tai was writing.
Chapter Twenty
BEACH GLANCED at his watch and pushed back from the table, the iron legs of the chair in the little outdoor seating area grating hard enough to make his teeth ache. “I should leave to get dressed. I really am sorry about this.”
Tai folded his arms across his chest. The French-cafe-style furniture at Le Vol au Vent already looked doll-sized with Tai around. With both his upper arms in view, the table shrank further. He took up a hell of a lot of
room, but after two days of him absent from Beach’s apartment and bed, Beach had decided that space was widely overrated.
“You’re only going to a friend’s party as a favor. Not to Europe.”
“Right.” Beach glanced at his ankle monitor. “Not anytime in the foreseeable future.”
“So the apology isn’t necessary. Neither was the fancy bakery for breakfast. Though thanks anyway.”
“You’re welcome. Things are just taking longer than I expected with the hotel and the address-change approval, but I’ll be in on Monday.” Beach’s leg was feeling stronger than ever, so he’d left the cane in Tai’s car for the walk down the block. He knelt to pet Jez behind her ears, and she leaned against him.
“David.” But Tai didn’t add anything to that. As Beach looked at him expectantly, Tai took an unusual amount of time choosing his words. “Is there something else to this?”
Beach raised his brows.
“Feelings for Gavin,” Tai suggested.
“No.” Beach shook his head for emphasis. “He’s just my oldest friend. Nothing like that.”
“His feelings for you?”
“I would imagine any feelings would come as a surprise to his boyfriend.” Beach smiled. “There hasn’t been anything like that between us for twenty years.”
“Okay.” Tai dragged his chair away from the table, and Beach noticed a few glances directed at Tai.
Beach had appreciated admiring, envious glances when he’d had a lovely woman on his arm. But these were from other men and women, aimed at his Sir. He felt like preening in a completely different way. Yes. He is that incredibly strong and beautiful. And I belong to him. The thought made the layers of the mille-feuille he’d consumed tip like the Tower of Pisa in his stomach, as a line of sweat broke on his forehead. He reached for his cane to distract himself and remembered he’d left it in the car.
“So what is going on?” Tai asked as they headed up the block.
“Aside from not wanting to go? I guess I resent the demand on my time when there are other things I want to do.” Beach offered his most charming leer.
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