After the Weekend

by Silvia Violet

“I knew it would look amazing on you.”

  “You know just what I need.”

  “That’s right, boy, and now you need my belt on your ass, so you’ll remember when I tell you to do something. If you don’t trust and obey me, then I can’t give what you need. To help you learn, I’m giving you pain before I pleasure you.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please.”

  “You want to hurt for me?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I need to give you that.”

  “Oh, my boy.” He stroked my cheek. “I know you want to be good. I’m going to give you five strokes with my belt, and then we’ll take a break. After that, I’ll give you five more, but I’ll hit you harder. You’re to keep your cock away from the mattress. I don’t want you getting any friction. You will not come until I’m inside you, but you can make any sounds you want: cry, scream, beg.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “If you need me to stop, what do you say?”

  “Red.” My heart was pounding and the sheet under me was already damp with sweat. “Daddy?”

  “Yes, boy?”

  “I’m scared.”

  “Shhh.” He rubbed my back. “I know what you can take.”

  Before I could respond, he cracked the belt across my ass, and I cried out, squirming to get away.

  He took hold of my hips and yanked me back from the edge of the bed. “Stay put. I know you can.”

  Another slap.

  “Fuck! Fuck, that hurts!”

  Another one.

  I writhed, kicking my legs. “Please, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”

  “That’s good, boy, but I’m not going to stop.”

  Crack!

  Tears burned my eyes. “Daddy, please. Please!”

  “Take it, boy.”

  Crack!

  Tears spilled over until I was sobbing. “It hurts so much more than your hand.”

  “I know, boy.” He dug his fingers into my ass and pulled me open. I cried out, but then I felt his warm breath against my hole.

  “Daddy?” The word came out strangled as he licked a line from my balls to the base of my spine. I pushed back against his mouth, too desperate to worry if he was going to punish me for being so needy.

  He tongued me, pushing at my hole, then giving teasing flicks. I groaned, tears drying on my face as I worked my hips. I held myself back from the mattress, though, knowing I had to obey Daddy, no matter how much I wanted to rub my cock on the bed. My ass throbbed with bright pain, but it seemed to make me come alive, to become nothing but sensation. Graham rimmed me, driving his tongue deeper, dribbling spit down my crack, making me mindless with desire.

  “Daddy! Daddy. Need. Want.”

  He pulled back, and I cried out, “No!”

  “Yes, boy. It’s time for the belt again.”

  “Please, Daddy.”

  “I know what you need, boy.”

  “Daddy, I know, but—”

  He caressed my back. “Do you trust me?”

  “I want to. I really want to.”

  “Good. This is going to hurt.”

  What did he think the other strokes had done? If this was worse, I wasn’t sure I could take it.

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “R-red.”

  “And if you use it?”

  “You’ll stop.”

  “Will I be angry?”

  “N-no.”

  “Will I think you’re not a good boy?”

  “No.” I said the word with more confidence this time. He wouldn’t demand more than I could handle, and that allowed me to relax into the mattress.

  “Take a deep breath, and let it out.”

  I did. He brought the belt down on the exhale. Pain bloomed over me, and I couldn’t get another breath.

  He hit me again.

  “Daddy!”

  “Boy, do you need me to stop?”

  “Can’t breathe. Hurts so much. Please.”

  “Three more. Can you take them for me? I’ll go fast.”

  I was crying again. “Please don’t stop. I need this.” I hadn’t planned to say those words, but I realized they were true.

  Pain exploded across my ass as the blows came so fast I couldn’t separate them.

  Then Daddy was on the bed with me, brushing away my tears, kissing my cheek and my forehead.

  “So good. I’m so proud of you. You thought you couldn’t take it, but you did, and you were so beautiful as you struggled.”

  “Daddy, please. I hurt so much but I’m so hard. I need to come. Please.” I wasn’t even sure if I’d managed to speak actual words or just nonsense. My head was buzzing, and the room had gone fuzzy at the edges.

  “Yes, boy. You’ve been so good. You deserve to come.”

  “Please!” I worked my hips like I was trying to fuck the air.

  Daddy brushed a hand over my hair and then stood.

  I tried to keep still, but when he worked a lubed finger into me, I pushed back hard, taking it deeper.

  He slapped my ass, making me gasp.

  “I’m in control, boy.”

  “I don’t need prep, Daddy. Just fuck me.”

  “I’m going to prep you, because I have no intention of going slow once my dick’s in you.”

  I wanted to argue, but Daddy wouldn’t like that.

  He caressed my sore ass as he worked a few fingers into me. “Good. So good, boy.”

  He finger-fucked me until I thought I would die. Then finally his cock was there, pushing into me, stretching my sore ass and making me burn inside and out.

  “You ready to be fucked, boy?”

  I couldn’t decide which I felt more, pain or pleasure, as he thrust into me again and again, holding my hips still, so I couldn’t get any friction.

  “You can come now, boy. You don’t have to wait anymore.”

  I tried to reach for my cock, having forgotten I was restrained. I struggled against the bonds. “Daddy, I need… I can’t…”

  “You can. You don’t need to touch your cock. You just need me inside you, filling you, owning you, taking this ass that’s mine to spank, mine to fuck.” He slammed into me as he gripped my abused ass. “Feel how it stings, boy, how you ache. But you’re going to be good now. You’re going to come for me without being touched.”

  Holy shit. I started to believe I could. I was so close. “Yes, Daddy. I want to come for you.”

  He tilted my hips, the angle making him peg my prostate. I was right at the edge, so ready to go off. “More. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”

  He did, slamming his hips against my stinging ass.

  “Yes. God, yes! I…” I lost the ability to speak as the world lit up like a flash had gone off in my face. Heat, pain, and pleasure mingled until I didn’t know which was which or whether the world even existed anymore. I thought I screamed, but I wasn’t sure sound actually came out.

  Cum shot from my cock, and Daddy slowed his strokes. “Yes, boy. Squeeze my cock with that hot little ass. Give me all of it.”

  “Fuck, oh fuck.”

  When I was done, I sagged against the bed. Daddy pulled out, and I whimpered. “So sore.”

  “I know. I’m going to help you with that, but first I want to see you covered in my cum. I want to mark you, because you’re mine.”

  His words made my cock jerk, trying to revive itself. “Yours, Daddy. Make me yours.”

  I felt cum spatter my back as he shouted my name. Avery, my real name. The real me, not just a role. He wanted all of me.

  “Cover me in cum, Daddy. I want to be messy for you.”

  He growled as he finished. I was wet and sticky and certain I could feel every stripe of the belt on my ass. But I’d never felt better.

  Graham stood and laid a hand on my back. “I used you hard, boy, but now I’m going to soothe that sore ass and clean you up. Let’s get you on the bed on your side.”

  I lifted my knee onto the mattress and groaned. My legs were stiff from standing while he belted and then fucked me.

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sp; “Easy, boy. Just scoot up far enough to lie down.” I did, and he walked around the bed. “Here.” He lifted my head and eased a pillow under it.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, boy?”

  “It hurts more now.”

  “Did I go too far?” He looked so worried I had to reassure him.

  “No, I could’ve stopped you. I chose this.”

  “I’m going to put some arnica gel on it, that will help, but I want you to be completely honest with me. Even if you chose it in the moment and regret that now, tell me so I know to hold back more next time.”

  I took a deep breath, letting myself feel the pain instead of trying to push it away. My cock twitched as I settled into the sting of it.

  When I opened my eyes, Graham was smiling. He must have seen me smile when it started to feel good again.

  “You didn’t go too far.”

  “I’m glad to hear that.”

  He brought me a warm washcloth and cleaned the cum off me. Then he made me drink a full glass of water before retrieving the gel for my ass.

  “Roll over on your stomach. This will help soothe you and make your ass heal more quickly.”

  I did as he said, but I yelped when he first touched me. Even the gentle brush of his fingers hurt my heated skin, and the salve was wickedly cold.

  “I’m so proud of you, boy,” he said as he carefully worked the gel into my skin. “I pushed you hard, maybe harder than I should have with something new.”

  “I trust you, Daddy. I really do.” I turned my head to look at him, and when I saw the expression on his face as he stared down at the welts, my breath caught. He was in awe of what he’d done, what I’d taken, what we’d shared. I would do it again just to see that look.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “You’re welcome, boy.”

  I reached for him, and he squeezed my hand. “You did know what I needed.”

  “Thank you for telling me that. You really are amazing, boy.”

  “I want to be. I’ll be better next time; I promise.” And I knew I would be.

  He spent a long time rubbing my feet and calves. Then he massaged my shoulders and ran his fingers soothingly through my hair until I was nearly asleep.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Mmm. Good.” My ass ached, but it was a dull pain now. I would have been content to lie there forever if I hadn’t been hungry. Before I could say that, my stomach rumbled.

  “You need food.”

  “I do.”

  “Hmm.” Graham pulled his phone from the pants he’d apparently discarded before fucking me. I didn’t even remember him getting undressed. “I had reservations for us at Limones.”

  “You remembered it was my favorite?” We’d talked about Asheville restaurants the last night we’d spent together when we’d finally gotten too fucked out to do anything but lie there.

  “I did. But we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago, and I didn’t respond when they called me.”

  “Oh.” I couldn’t really be disappointed. “This was better.”

  He smiled. “This was necessary.”

  “If I’d been a good boy, I’d be eating at my favorite restaurant now.”

  “That’s true.”

  “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “I know. Since it’s the weekend, it won’t be easy to get into any of my favorite places without a reservation. If there was food here, I’d cook for you.”

  “I was wondering if you cooked when I saw the kitchen. It looks like a chef lives here.”

  “I’m no chef, but I can cook fairly well.” Heat rushed to his face. Seeing Graham blush was one of my favorite things in the world. I resolved to make it happen as often as I could, which just might earn me the belt again.

  “I hope you will cook for me sometime, but we can go out tonight. It doesn’t have to be any place fancy, does it?”

  “I wanted to take my boy out, show him off, give him something nice, since he gives me so much.”

  “Oh, Daddy, thank you. But what if I took you to another favorite place? It’s a Korean food truck, and they’re always at one of the breweries by the river on Fridays. There’s lots of outside seating, and it should have finally cooled off by now. And—”

  “That would be lovely. Avery—” I noticed the switch from “boy” to my real name and nodded. “Let’s just be us while we’re there. I think our discomfort when you first arrived shows that we need more time to get to know each other outside of our role play.”

  “As long as we can have more of this later.”

  He slapped my thigh. “Greedy boy. Go get dressed.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Graham

  Avery walked toward me, carrying a round of beers for us. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him as he’d ordered at the bar. His ass in the tight red jeans he wore was enough to draw attention from many of the brewery’s patrons. Walking had to be painful as the fabric rubbed against his abraded skin. I’d asked him if he wanted to stop by his apartment and find something else to wear, or if he wanted to order something in, but he’d shaken his head, saying he’d earned the punishment. He also wore a black t-shirt and just enough makeup to make him ridiculously beautiful. His lipstick wasn’t very obvious, but his lips appeared slightly plumper and redder, like he’d been biting them.

  He’d grinned at me when I’d pulled on my sport coat, complete with elbow patches. “Wow. That is such a Daddy outfit.”

  “You approve?”

  “So much it’s hard not to kneel.”

  “I wouldn’t say no to that later.”

  He’d grinned, then he must have remembered how sore he was, because he looked concerned.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t be using your ass tonight. It needs to heal, but there’s plenty we can do without me fucking you.”

  He brightened again. “There certainly is.”

  Just as he reached the table, the guy at the food truck window called our number.

  “I’ll get it,” Avery said, setting the glasses down.

  “No, let me.” I started to stand, but Avery put his hand on my shoulder.

  “I like doing things for you.”

  When he brought back our bulgogi rice bowls, he set mine in front of me along with a fork and a napkin. “Do you need anything else? I could get us extra hot sauce or—”

  “You don’t have to serve me like this, not here.”

  “Oh, I know. I’m just…”

  Then I realized what was going on. “You don’t want to sit down, do you?”

  His cheeks pinkened adorably. “No.”

  “Sit down, Avery. Right now.”

  I kept the words low so other people wouldn’t hear the command in my tone. I didn’t want to embarrass him, but I wanted him to know that he wasn’t going to get away with hovering. I’d offered to stay in, but he’d insisted on this. I knew I was breaking the rules we’d set, but it felt necessary. He couldn’t stand up all night.

  “Yes, sir.” He said the words with a cute little pout, and I thought about how I could torment him for that, but I wasn’t supposed to punish him if we weren’t in a scene, was I?

  “Are you looking for more of what makes you afraid to sit down?” I asked, wanting to be sure I was reading him correctly.

  He licked his lips and looked away. “Not really.”

  I raised my brows, giving him my best “Daddy” look.

  “I’m sorry. I… I don’t really know, exactly.”

  “Sit down,” I said again, more gently this time.

  He did, slowly and carefully. I couldn’t help but smile as he bit his lip.

  “I didn’t think about how hard these chairs are,” he said.

  I glanced around and saw an open table just inside, one with a cushioned bench. “Come on. Follow me.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “Inside.” I grabbed my beer and food, and he did the same. When he saw the new table, he smiled
widely. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I like taking care of you, remember?”

  “As much as you like spanking me?” he asked, his voice barely audible.

  “More.”

  “Oh. Wow. That’s…” His cheeks were red, and he looked both turned on and shocked. “I didn’t expect to like that part so much. It’s never been anything but part of a game for me.”

  I nodded. “Me either. I think it’s going to take us a while to figure out exactly what we want and how much and when.”

  “Yeah, I think so too.” His voice was breathless and his eyes wide and full of lust. As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to drag him out of there and get us off again, not now, anyway.

  “Eat. You’re going to need plenty of energy later.”

  He smiled. “I can’t wait to see what you think of the food. I hope you like it as much as I do.”

  I scooped up a bite, making sure I had some beef, some kimchi, and rice on my fork, and it was every bit as good as he said it would be. “This is amazing,” I said, too enthusiastic to even wait until I’d finished chewing.

  Avery grinned as he finished his first bite. “Isn’t it?”

  I laid a hand over his. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

  “I want to share everything with you.” As soon as the words were out, I saw fear in his eyes.

  “Don’t worry. I want that too.”

  He frowned. “Why is the sex part so much easier than the talking?”

  “Because our bodies know what they want and they don’t let our minds get in the way. Now we’re overthinking everything, or at least I am.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, me too.”

  “Let’s just enjoy our night, okay?”

  He nodded.

  “This beer is awesome too. I meant to give you a fancy evening out, but I think this is even better.”

  He grinned. “I don’t expect you to treat me like a princess, you know.”

  “But I like doing that.” I let my gaze sweep over him, imagining him in heels and a princess dress. Whoa, what was that about? Heat rushed to my cheeks.

  Avery was staring at me. “What?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  “That was not nothing. Tell me.”

  “I just started thinking…” I could feel the heat creeping up my neck into my face. “Do you ever wear heels or dresses? I know that just because you like makeup, doesn’t mean you…”