Chapter 18 - Atlas #2
Miles didn’t obey right away, a move he knew would earn him more spankings, but I suspected that was the point. Still, Stern Daddy was coming out.
“Now, boy. Every delay and disobedience just adds more.”
My deliciously defiant boy lifted his chin, straightened his shoulders, and took his sweet time sauntering over to me. Once he’d reached my side, he still made no move to drape himself over my lap.
“Not ready to give in, huh? Okay, boy, two can play this game. Go get the black paddle, the blue plug, the lube, a towel, and the nipple clamps. And if you’re not back in twenty seconds, your punishment will be even more severe.”
My words finally worked, and I saw his eyes widen before he spun and hurried toward the bedroom.
“And leave those clothes on!” I shouted after him. I had plans for this scene, and he was going to be an absolute mess by the time we were done.
He was back in what I was going to say was twenty seconds—I hadn’t timed it—with everything in tow.
His balking earlier was likely because of the blue plug.
It wasn’t the largest I owned, but it was ridged and would tease his prostate until it was nearly unbearably sensitive as I spanked him.
He couldn’t wear it all day, though, so I would swap it out for a smaller, more modest one after we played here.
He’d need both a sore ass and the plug to remind him who his Daddy was today while we were around all those people.
I was going to miss this.
Shaking my despondent thoughts away, I took each item from him one at a time, setting them on the seat cushion beside me before laying the towel over my lap. Then I pointed a finger at my boy. “On your knees.”
Perhaps sensing I was going to deliver what he needed, Miles complied instantly, falling to his knees before me. We were both fully dressed, and the thought of him at least partially wearing these dress clothes while he was thoroughly punished for an imagined infraction made my dick throb.
“Good boy,” I offered, relishing the blush in his cheeks at that. “But that won’t get you out of the thorough punishment you have coming your way.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he replied quickly, and I smiled at him as I reached to unbutton his shirt halfway down, only far enough to give me access to his full chest.
Sliding my hands beneath the shirt, I trailed my fingers over his skin until his full chest was exposed then settled in to pinch and pull his nipples. He moaned, his eyes falling closed before I bit out, “Eyes on me.”
He complied instantly, though the moaning never ceased. Instead, our connection seemed to intensify the sensations because he grew louder.
Once I was satisfied his nipples were hard enough, I reached for the clamps, connected with a chain, that we’d bought a month or so ago.
The clamps themselves were adjustable, so I could tighten them as desired, depending on the level of pain Miles needed.
Given the fire in his eyes, I suspected we could ramp up the torture today.
I eyed him as he watched me twist the clamps tighter before I reached forward and closed the first one over his left nipple. He shouted as he usually did when the pain first hit him, and I smiled evilly. “Still glad you disobeyed me?”
He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as I pinched the clamp around his other nipple. “Yes, Daddy.”
I threw my head back and laughed at his reply, tugging the chain with a few rough jerks to amp up his suffering. “Naughty boy. I’ll just have to take it out on your ass.”
He gulped adorably. “Yes, please, Daddy.”
I chuckled again then motioned him up. “Your wish is my command, sweet baby boy. Come here.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped him before pulling his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to bare his ass. I kept his dick trapped in the fabric purposely—and not just because he was grumbling cutely about it when he realized I was leaving him that way.
I grinned indulgently. “Over my knee.”
Miles didn’t hesitate to obey this time, taking my offered hand to help stabilize him as he curled over my lap, head near the soft, purple rug and knees hovering just above it on my other side.
We’d done this so often, we moved like perfectly choreographed dancers as we settled into the familiar position.
Once I’d rolled his pants and boxers down and settled them at the tops of his thighs—ensuring his perfect muscular ass cheeks would stay uncovered despite his expected squirming—I set to warming him up.
After a quick light smack on both cheeks, barely hard enough for him to feel, I started rubbing the subtle burn into his skin, bringing the blood to the surface to prepare him for the swats I was about to deliver.
I glanced over at the black faux leather paddle he’d brought at my behest. It was sleek but long, and it packed quite a punch, as he was intimately aware of.
It was one of the two we owned—the other was a wide, thick wooden one with holes in it to decrease the resistance and increase the pain.
I only used that one for long sessions, when I could work up to it and had plenty of time for aftercare.
Since we had to leave soon, this slender, almost biting paddle was the right choice.
Pinching his cheeks drew a hiss from him, so I did it again, right in the same place. The motion reminded me of the clamps torturing his nipples, and I grinned sadistically. This was only gonna get more fun from here.
After I’d sufficiently laid hard pinches over the surface of his perfect ass, I settled back into rubbing the pain into his skin. Then I reached for the lube and the plug.
“My grumpy boy needs an attitude adjustment before we go out today,” I started as I lubed up my fingers then shoved one inside him unceremoniously. He grunted at the intrusion, and my grin widened, knowing he loved when I was rough. “But I’ve gotta fill this slutty bussy with something first.”
He groaned at my filthy words, and it warmed something in me as I pushed a second finger inside him hard, just like he liked.
How could I give this up?
Even though my dream job was waiting for me in Washington, I didn’t know how I could leave this beautiful man. We had something good, right, perfect, and I’d only just found him.
Miles was the love of my life, and I was just going to discard him for a job?
This was quite possibly the worst timing ever.
Sensing my boy was loose enough, I pulled my fingers out of him to his groan of protest and picked up the plug. As I lubed it up—more liberally than I had my fingers—a single tear escaped from the corner of my eye. I swallowed down the emotion and gazed at the man I loved with all that I was.
“Okay, baby boy. Bear down for me.”
When I heard his exhale, I pressed the tip of the electric-blue plug to his relaxed hole and pushed it inside, relishing the slick sound as it popped through his tight ring of muscle. I slid it in slowly, letting him relax around the widest part of it until it slid all the way in.
Once it was seated, I tapped the flared end just to hear him grunt again. I chuckled silently, but I knew he could tell since my body was shaking against him. He gave me a huff of disapproval, which only served to bring the laughter to my lips, ringing out in the otherwise quiet room.
“You took that so well for me.” I clutched the base and spun it, ensuring the ridges scraped along the sides of his channel, making him moan and squirm beneath me. “Such a good boy.”
I rubbed my free hand over his ass, warming the skin up again before picking up the paddle.
“How many spanks do you need today, baby?”
A loud sigh burst from his lips before he answered. “As many as you think I need, Daddy.”
My stomach swooped. “Aw, that’s a very good answer. But you were naughty, and this is to help you focus today, too, so I say we go with . . .” I tapped my chin, dragging it out just to fuck with him. “Thirty with the paddle followed by twenty with my hand.”
Miles sucked in a breath but still managed a “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Such a sweet, sweet boy.” I raised the paddle in the air. “I’ll keep count, baby. You just feel.” Then I dropped my arm.
Miles jerked at the first hit, but I knew this was just a warmup for him. So I laid a flurry of smacks across his gorgeous cheeks, alternating placement until I had a reddening canvas to play with. He’d be starting to really feel it now.
I set the paddle down after twenty and hovered my hand just above his ass, reveling in the heat coming off of it. Oh yeah, he was definitely feeling it.
Picking up the paddle again, I resumed his spanking, enjoying the cries he couldn’t keep in any longer.
The break had given time for the pain to settle a bit, making the second round worse, and that had been intentional.
My goal was to make him come from just the paddle or my hand on his ass, and I knew from experience that the pain needed to be intense for that to work.
After the final ten paddle hits, I tossed it on the cushion then started spanking him with my hand.
My handprints on his already reddened cheeks had me rock-hard beneath him, but I wouldn’t be getting any relief right now.
We were going to be late if we didn’t hurry—we still needed to stop by Miles’s house so he could change and, after this, clean up—but this was for him.
My boy needed to know I was still his Daddy, that I was still here to take care of him, no matter what tomorrow would bring.
I stopped after ten smacks, rubbing his cheeks to the soundtrack of his screams, knowing these final ten would hurt enough to hurl him over the edge. Between the shouts, I heard him crying, sobbing, so I knew he was incredibly close.
“Last ten, baby. Come for me, okay? Come in your pants like the naughty boy you are while you take the rest of your punishment.”
At my permission, Miles began to hump my thigh as I blistered his ass once more. He shouted at each smack, his skin getting even darker, then, when I had only four left, he tensed, screamed, and released into his pants, against my lap. I was glad I’d had him bring the towel—I didn’t want to change.
I spanked him through the orgasm as he yelled, sobbed, and cried out his pleasure-pain into the rug. God, he was fucking beautiful like this, completely wrecked while lying over my lap. I wanted him with me always.
Once he’d stopped jerking atop my legs and his body had calmed, I pulled him up to sit on my lap.
He acquiesced with a dramatic wince, and I soothed him with soft words as I removed the clamps from his sore nipples.
He cried out as blood returned to the abused nubs, and I stroked a hand over his hair as he came down from his high.
From the look in his eyes, I didn’t think he’d fully hit subspace, but he was definitely blissed out.
And I’d be here to hold him as he floated back to reality.
He blinked a few minutes later, finding my gaze. “Thank you, Daddy. I needed that.”
I smiled then planted a soft kiss on each side of his tear-stained face. “I know you did, baby. I know you’re not used to being around people, but I think this will be good for you. And now you have more than one reminder that I’ve got you today.”
Knowing from experience that he’d recovered enough to move, I tapped him lightly on his bare hip to indicate he should stand.
I laid out the towel then helped him lie down on the davenport before going into the bedroom to retrieve another item, one I wanted to be a surprise.
He stretched out on his stomach, flaming cheeks out, all traces of obstinance gone.
I was back less than a minute later with a tube of arnica gel, a dry washcloth, and the plug I wanted him to wear today. He’d worn one out of the house once, that night in Atlanta, though that had only been for a few hours, definitely not all day. But he needed it now; I could sense it.
Kneeling near his head, I stroked his hair gently, encouraging him to turn his face toward me. When he did, I held the plug up. “For you to wear the rest of the day.” To my deep satisfaction, his eyes widened. “Color?”
He swallowed hard but said, “Green.”
Grinning, I moved down the davenport to sit beside his bottom half, within easy reach of the plug already seated in his ass. He easily released the ridged plug, but his hole winked at me once it was empty as if begging for me to fill it. It wouldn’t be disappointed.
After a liberal coating of lube, I inserted the smaller silicone plug into his gorgeous stretched hole, and he took that easily as well.
I was so proud of him.
“Good boy.” I wiped my hand on the washcloth I’d brought into the living room then laid it on the coffee table behind me before setting the plug on it. I reached for the gel. “Let me soothe that gorgeous red ass, then we’ll go.”
Miles grunted as I rubbed the gel into his sore globes, and I relished every groan, absorbing and cataloguing them for future recall when we were thousands of miles apart.
When I was done, I patted his thigh then pushed to my feet. “Okay, sweet baby boy, up.”
I offered him an arm to help him stand on shaky legs—he was clearly still reeling from his spanking and the concurrent orgasm.
Once he was stable, I bent to help him pull his clothes back into place.
He winced when the fabric scratched across his burning cheeks, then his eyes widened when he spied the wet spot on the front of his dress pants.
His eyes shot to mine, silently pleading with me, his cheeks reddening until they nearly matched the ones in his pants.
I just shook my head, gaze hard but a smirk playing at the corners of my lips. Nope, I wasn’t going to let him change.
“But, Daddy . . .” he started, his voice small and cracking. “Everyone will see.”
My inner sadist stood up and cheered. “I know, boy. That’s part of your punishment.”
He grabbed for the arm of my davenport, his knees nearly buckling under the weight of his lust, and a confusing mix of desire, love, and sorrow swelled in my gut. Leaving this man was going to destroy me.
“Okay, baby. We’ll go to your place first so you can clean up and change. Then we’ll head over to the reunion. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
Miles nodded, his cheeks still beet red. “Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
I leaned in, planting a kiss on his plush lips, his beard tickling my chin. “Good boy. And if you’re good all day, you’ll get a reward tonight.”
His smile widened, though it still didn’t reach his eyes. I knew he was realizing this would be our last night together, and the ache in my chest grew.
I swallowed it down. Again. “Let’s go.”