God, he’s perfect like this.
I retrieved the belt he’d loosened from his jeans and left on the bed.
“I’m going to tie your hands together.”
He sucked in a deep breath and whimpered. “Please.”
I’d never tied him up before. I fumbled with the belt a little but eventually got it looped around his wrists and secured.
“Your legs too.” I used my own belt around his ankles. “Remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Say it for me.”
“Pineapple.”
“Good. Now you use it if you want to stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’ll spank you seven times on either side,” I told him, reaching for his favorite spatula. “If you’re a good boy for Daddy and can take them all, then I’ll make you come with just my tongue and fingers. Would you like that?”
“Oh god, yes.”
I rubbed the flat part of the spatula over his smooth ass cheeks. They were perfect twin globes that wouldn’t look so white when I was done with them. My breathing grew shallow at the mere thought of the shade of red his ass would be when I finished with him.
“Count them.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
The first couple on either side of his ass cheeks were merely a warm-up. By the time we got to the fourth, he was hissing and squirming. The print the spatula left on his skin made me rock hard in my jeans.
“Seven!” Ashton gasped out on a sob. “Daddy, please.”
I held back a bit, leaning forward to kiss his reddened cheeks. “You’re doing good, baby boy.” I ran my tongue from his perineum up his crack and over his hole. He shuddered at the light probing of my tongue.
“You want Daddy’s tongue to make you come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Then continue to count for me.”
I tempered the next two to give him a moment to recuperate. He was panting loudly, moaning, and his ass had to hurt like hell, but he was taking each slap of the spatula like a champ.
Until he cried out, “Pineapple!”
We had only three more to go, but he was sobbing hard, the weight of his chest collapsing forward onto the bed while his ass remained poised in the air.
“Hey, you did good.” I put down the spatula and pushed my hands under his shirt, caressing his back, soothing his sobs.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I wanted to take it all for you, but it hurts so bad.”
I moved toward his head and captured his lips with mine. His salty tears seeped into my mouth. Seeing him like this, eyelashes drenched with tears because I’d spanked him, made me so hard.
“Do you think you deserve to come?” I kissed his temple, his nose.
“No.”
“Yes, you do.” I smiled at him. “I was always going to make you come, sweetheart.”
“Please.”
“You don’t even have to beg for it this time.”
He chuckled. “But you like the way I beg.”
“True.”
“Make me beg for it.”
I grasped his shirt and pushed it up over his head, leaving it around his arms.
“You know what to do,” I whispered against his ear. “Let’s hear you beg for what you want.”
I moved back to his feet, trailing my fingertips down the curve of his spine. His skin was so flawless, his flesh supple and soft at the same time.
“Daddy.”
“Hmm?”
“I want you so much.”
“How much?” I kissed the twin dimples above his ass. They were sexy as fuck. I grasped his ass cheeks, bringing them together, then pushing them apart. He relaxed his hole, and I almost dived in, forgetting that he needed to beg.
“So much.”
I chuckled. “Be specific.”
“I want you so much. If I don’t have you, I’m going to fuck myself on your cock when you’re sleeping.”
“Yeah? Hmm, maybe I’d like that.”
“But I want you now.”
“What do you want me to do to you, Ash?”
“Just what you promised.” He stiffened when I licked his taint only once. Just giving him a taste of what he should be asking for.
“What exactly is that?”
“Your tongue. My hole. Your fingers. Me come.”
I laughed softly, grasping Ash’s balls and pulling them back so I could appreciate the feel of them in my mouth. With the restraint around his ankles, he couldn’t move his legs the way he would want, which led him to groan in frustration as he shifted his thighs.
Why hadn’t I tied him up before? The helplessness of him completely at my mercy was arousing. I released him and freed my throbbing dick from my pants.
“I’m going to make you come, baby.”
I fucked Ashton with my tongue and fingers only, occasionally helping him out by stroking his cock. When he panted, close to the end, I released him and continued a lazy tonguing of his hole.
“Please, please, please,” he begged over and over. “Make me come, Daddy. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. Please.”
When I felt he’d had enough, I grasped his cock and stroked him firmly in time to me licking his ass. It wasn’t entirely easy to do both in sync, but once I found the rhythm, I kept going, stroking, licking.
“I’m coming!” he cried out, his cock stiffening even more before he shot his load onto the bedsheets.
“Oh my god!” Ashton collapsed onto the bed on his stomach. I climbed the backs of his thighs, running my hands up and down his back, kneading his flesh.
He was still moaning, completely spent when I pried his cheeks apart and thrust between them. Even though he’d just come, his asshole fluttered open, begging me to finish inside him.
With a groan, I gave a final thrust, grasping my dick with my right hand, and stroked. Cum splattered over his hole. Grunting, I pushed my cock inside his ass, using my cum as lube and fucked into him hard once…twice, emptying what seed I had left into him.
I dropped onto his back, then wrapped my arms around him and rolled us onto our sides, my dick still trapped inside his ass. He leaned back and kissed me. I poured everything I felt for him into that kiss and took what he had of himself to give.
“Are you okay?” I nipped his shoulder. His beautiful skin was mine to mar. Except I’d never permanently mark such beauty.
“Yes, I’m so okay.”
The smile he wore was one of contentment and pure, unadulterated bliss. I liked seeing him this way, sated and at peace. He was always like this after sex.
Too bad we couldn’t stay here forever in this bed, just the two of us with no meddling mother, pushy friends, and coffee addicts to please.
As comfortable as it felt lying with him like this, I got up and removed the belts from his wrists and ankles, massaging them. He moaned, his eyes closed but a smile on his face. I’d give anything to keep it there.
Chapter Twelve
Ashton
“Would anyone else like to share?”
I scrubbed the back of my neck self-consciously. I hated this part of the meeting when they expected us to share something about our drinking. They were polite about it. They never called you by name and made you talk about the struggles, but they always opened the floor when it was a discussion meeting.
“I have something to share.”
Surprise there. I snorted when Jodi with an i stood and everyone’s attention focused on him. He was the most talkative one in these meetings. He was, in fact, a high school senior who’d been court mandated to AA meetings last year. He’d been sober for eight months, and although he didn’t have to attend anymore, he came every single day.
“Go ahead, Jodi.”
I tuned out Jodi, already anticipating some self-righteous story about another friend who tried to get him to drink and he resisted. One of the things I really hated about these AA meetings was how much they focused on
me believing in a higher power.
For someone like me who wasn’t even certain there was a higher power out there, everything else just felt off.
The truth was that AA wasn’t working. Or maybe it worked a little. I couldn’t say. I still felt restless when I was at the meetings. I didn’t pay attention, I tuned people out, and I rebuffed every attempt made by anyone to befriend me.
Some of the stories got downright depressing. Last week one guy shared how his wife had left him and taken their kids. He reminded me of how pathetic I had been two weeks ago when I’d gone to Phil’s daughter’s birthday party. I hated the memory, though what had happened with Callum when I got home was all right.
He’d rubbed salve on my ass to lessen the pain. The next time, I vowed I’d be tough enough to take being smacked fourteen times with the wooden spatula.
I scrolled through my phone, relieved to have it back. My social media accounts were blowing up with all kinds of crazy challenges. I’d refrained from posting anything since getting back my phone, but every now and then, someone would ask what became of Ashton Keyes.
I guessed some of what they said was true. I was a college dropout. I was shacking up with an older man. That asshole reporter from the newspaper had gone right ahead and posted his story, sharing a picture of me kissing Callum in the restaurant. The bastard must’ve snapped the photo before he’d interrupted us.
Mother had been livid, but she held her position that I was cut off unless I went to the recovery center to get better. At times when these AA meetings got too much, I contemplated it. Just getting away from it all, but then I’d take one look at Callum and change my mind.
Callum was my strength. He was the one I could trust. I could believe his words when mine were all lies.
I needed him.
I couldn’t do this without him close by.
Maybe I had a sort of dependency thing going on with him, but I couldn’t risk it. Which was the reason I was sitting here in an AA meeting I wasn’t certain impacted me the way it did the others.
Callum and I had an understanding. He wouldn’t press me going to the recovery center in Texas if I continued AA.
I needed to do it for him, even if I didn’t want to.
At the end of the meeting, I jumped to my feet, ready to go. Callum would pick me up. I was almost out the door when Jodi stopped me.
“Hey there.”
I still hadn’t told anyone my name, although a few people must’ve recognized me by now. If they did, they respected my privacy by calling me nothing.
“Yes?”
“Thanks for coming tonight.”
I stared at him. Did someone make him PR or something for the center? He was so preppy. Would I ever get to this point where I was ridiculously happy even though I was battling an addiction? Not that I’d ever admit it out loud to anyone that I was addicted.
I just had a wee bit of trouble staying sober after one sip.
“I was wondering if you’d come to our dance party next week,” he said.
“Dance party?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You guys have a party? Thought we weren’t supposed to drink.”
“It was mentioned at the end of the meeting.”
But of course I was scrolling through my phone and not listening. “Sorry.”
“We like to help a member celebrate a milestone.” He took a step back. “Erin’s been sober for ten years. That’s huge, and we’re going to make her feel good about it and encourage her to continue. Like a family. There will be no booze.”
“A party without booze?” I made a face. “I’ll pass.”
“All right, just think about it.”
He walked away, and I felt horrible for not even giving in a little, but it wasn’t enough guilt to make me change my mind. I hurried away before anyone else could intercept me on the way.
Just as always, Callum was waiting for me by his car.
“Everything okay?” he asked, and I smoothed out my frown into a smile, or he’d want to spend the night discussing feelings.
Over the past two weeks, he’d already been talking to me about making up with my mother. I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. I hadn’t officially moved yet, but more and more of my clothes ended up at Callum’s. I now went with Callum to do my laundry at the laundromat.
And it sucked.
I felt horrible for struggling with the new arrangements. I loved Callum so much it hurt at times, but I wanted a bigger space. To do yoga and not worry I would accidentally kick the television or bash some part of me in the coffee table.
“I’m good.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but he didn’t challenge me. He dropped a kiss on my mouth, then opened the door for me.
“Your mother dropped by the coffee shop today.”
My heart lurched at his words. “What?”
“Yes.”
“What did she want?”
“To see you. Told her you were at an AA meeting.”
I huddled against the door. “Shouldn’t have told her shit. She doesn’t care.”
“Ashton.”
I sighed at his warning tone. Damn if I was going to get punished tonight because of my mother.
“You know she doesn’t.”
“I really think she does. She’s scared. That’s why she’s acting like this. You two really need to sit and have a grownup talk about your feelings.”
“She doesn’t give a damn about my feelings, Callum. She wouldn’t mind if I took my feelings and went miles away from her to another state.”
“For treatment. It wouldn’t be forever.”
“Oh my god, stop the car.”
“What?”
“Pull over, Callum. I think I’m going to be sick.”
I wasn’t joking. My mouth had gone bitter at Callum agreeing with my mother that I should be in Texas. Two weeks of living with him and he was ready to send me away too? His apartment wasn’t the most comfortable, but I wasn’t complaining to him about it.
I’d been trying to work out a solution to our living space. I had the solution. My brother’s apartment sat there empty. Mother couldn’t touch it because he’d left it to me. It was in my name along with his cars that were in his garage.
But I didn’t want to live in that space alone, and Callum hadn’t even been willing to listen to me the one time I’d brought it up as just a very gentle suggestion.
When the car stopped, I unbuckled my seatbelt and jumped out of the car. It turned out I didn’t need to hurl after all. Being in the cool night air and pacing back and forth really helped.
The worst part about all of it was that Callum didn’t even come after me. He sat there in his car, waiting. I blinked back the tears.
I will not cry. I will not cry.
Eventually, I got back in the car and buckled up, refusing to look at him.
“Are you done acting like a baby?” Callum asked. “Do you want me to diaper your bottom and give you a bottle next?”
“Screw you! Don’t talk to me that way.”
I closed my eyes, not caring that I had been disrespectful. What gave him the right to call me a baby? I was acting like one, but still…couldn’t he tell how emotionally overwrought I was right now?
Without a word, Callum maneuvered the car back onto the main road. We didn’t exchange words. I peeked at him, saw the way he clenched his jaw, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel.
He was angry.
I should apologize.
I was ruining another night for us.
“I should just get out of your life.”
I never meant to say the words out loud, but I couldn’t take them back. They hung between us in the car, and still, he said nothing. It only made me feel worse.
Unease crept up on me when he took a familiar turn I tried not to think about. The crash site. This was where my brother and father’s car had crashed into the side of the abandoned building.
For Callum to end up here, he must’ve taken a shortcut
, and I’d been too upset to realize.
“Callum…” I strangled out.
Rue never drove here. He knew better than to do that. It helped that it wasn’t one of the main roads, so why had Callum taken it? It became worse when he drove into that alley next to the abandoned building and slowed down.
Panic made it impossible for me to speak. For me to beg him to take me away from here.
Confused, I watched Callum get out of the car, jumping when the car door slammed. He was at my door in a few seconds and jerked it open.
“Get out of the car.”
“No.”
“Ashton, don’t let me take you out.” He unsnapped my seat belt. “You are rude and disrespectful. I’ve spoken to you about this behavior before, and I won’t stand for it from you.”
“You’re not my dad.”
It was surreal. I was going mad at the crazy emotions that battered against me. The fear and terror at being back here. The screams and explosion of the past that tainted my peace of mind. The arousal I sensed coming from him, even though he was angry. Even my own arousal at Callum acting so rough with me.
Maybe I could push his buttons. Push them so hard it became all about him and not the ghosts taunting me. Hating me. Judging me.
“Don’t do this to us,” Callum said softly. “I don’t deserve for you to treat me this way.”
Oh god, the pain in his words clawed at me. I was hurting him, and I didn’t know how to stop.
“I thought you were strict.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, undeniably crass. “But you’re not. You put up with every crap from me, then forgive me for it.”
“Don’t test me, Ashton.”
“You won’t do shit.”
My heart beat wildly in my chest. Had I pushed too far? An arm landed under my arm, and Callum pulled me from the car. Even then, he was being gentle as he pressed me against the vehicle.
“What the hell are you trying to do, Ashton?”
“Take me home.” I struggled against him. “And not to that shitty apartment either.”
“You really want to be punished right here and now, don’t you?”
“You won’t do shit,” I repeated. “Stop teasing me and take me home, Callum. Now!”
His hands fumbled with my belt buckle, and he jerked the leather belt from the loops of my jeans. I closed my eyes tightly, concentrating on him only and the anger radiating from him. The way he was rough but gentle at the same time.
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