Chapter 9 #2
Oliver takes a moment to melt against us. “That was okay, then?”
“That was perfect,” Tallis assures him.
“Is there anything else you need?” I prompt as we let him go. I rub his arm and beam up at him. “Seeing as you’re on a roll right now.”
I wink at him and he giggles bashfully. “Um, not that I can think of, Daddy. But I promise to think about it and ask later if something comes to mind.”
“Good boy,” I tell him sincerely.
Tallis nods beside me. “Very good, little treat. You’ve definitely earned a reward. Again, I’m going to suggest an idea, but if you don’t want to try it, there will be absolutely no repercussions. My only goal is to offer you a safe space to experiment with something new. That is my gift to you.”
Oliver’s gaze darts toward me, and I chuckle, interjecting before he can say what I know is on the tip of his tongue. The fact that he’s been so focused on this weekend being special for me since the moment I met him is a gift money truly cannot buy.
“My gift will be watching your pleasure,” I assure him, another thing money can’t buy.
He looks sheepish but also happy. “Okay, Daddy,” he says before turning back to Tallis. “What’s your idea for a reward, Master?”
“I’d very much like to give you a spanking, little one. Just with my hand.” He holds it up to illustrate his point. “That way, you can get a feel for whether or not it’s a kink for you. What do you think?”
Oliver’s mouth has dropped into a little ‘o’ shape and he’s staring at Tallis’s palm as a pink blush spreads across his cheeks.
Naturally, I don’t want to sway his decision. He has to consent to something like this by himself and for the right reasons, which don’t include doing whatever I want to make me happy.
But damn. I’d really love to see him submit to my husband like that. Tallis will take exquisite care of him, I know.
“So…you’ll hit me, then you’ll fuck me?” Oliver queries.
Tallis shakes his head and frowns. “It’s spanking, little treat. Not hitting. The sensation is designed to stimulate your adrenaline and release endorphins. Yes, it will hurt, but in a way that should be enjoyable.”
“Oh, okay, sorry,” Oliver says with a nod.
Tallis squeezes our boy’s hand. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, sweetheart.
And as for sex, I would like to just keep this as a spanking session.
If you want him to, Daddy can touch you when I’m done to help you release.
You might not need that, though. Remember, it’s very important to ask us for what you need without worrying about any fallout.
Our satisfaction will come from orchestrating the scene for you.
So if you need me to go harder or gentler or stop altogether, you must tell me.
And if you need to come, Daddy will be delighted to help you if you ask him to. Do you understand?”
Oliver licks his lips and looks between us, seemingly mulling over Tallis’s words. “So…I’m in charge this time?”
I know what Tallis is going to say as he gives our boy a lopsided smile, and it warms my heart.
“Little treat,” he begins. “That’s the number one secret of kink. The sub is always in charge. I might boss everyone around, but nothing happens without your enthusiastic consent. A scene like this is just a slightly different power balance to maybe illustrate that better.”
“Oh,” Oliver says, a proud little grin creeping onto his face.
“Um, okay. I think I understand better now. That makes me feel really special. And I think it’s sinking in that it’s okay for me to feel special because that’s what you guys enjoy doing.
I just didn’t expect so much attention before I came here. I thought I’d be more of a prop.”
Tallis shrugs and gives our boy a devilish look. “You can still be a prop, too,” he says.
I nudge my husband’s knee with my own and roll my eyes. “I think that kind of kink has less of a crash afterward if you’ve been made to feel cherished first.” I glance back at Oliver. “Obviously, that’s not true for everyone. But seeing as you’re new to kink, I’d rather not rush into things.”
Tallis knows he’s being naughty, but that’s the closest anyone’s going to get to telling him off. So he just grins and kisses my lips before turning back to Oliver. “My Augie Pie is right. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We can try different levels of kink other times.”
I’m not even sure if he’s aware of what he’s just said. However, I immediately fret that we’ve only got about twenty-four hours left together.
Is he thinking beyond that?
This isn’t the moment to bring that up, though, so I just return my attention to Oliver, who’s trembling a little, his eyes shiny.
“I’d like to try the spanking now please, Master. Then maybe tomorrow I can be a table or a dinner plate or whatever.”
Tallis and I both laugh, making Oliver smile even broader, looking delighted with himself. “That sounds like a good plan, little treat,” Tallis says, giving our boy’s ass a light tap. “Okay, off with your clothes and lay yourself down over our laps. I want your butt and Daddy wants your head.”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver says, already scrambling out of his jeans and underwear. Rather than dropping them on the floor, he folds them neatly and places them with the rest of his new clothes. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s so respectful it makes my chest tighten a little with pride.
Tallis and I scoot back on the sofa to support our backs and Tallis grabs a pillow to put under Oliver’s hips so his ass will be more elevated. Once he’s settled, I make sure his head is comfortable on my thighs, his face turned toward me as I card my fingers through his blond hair.
“How’s that, baby boy?” I ask.
“Good, Daddy,” he tells me sweetly. “Green.”
Tallis starts caressing his right hand over the swell of Oliver’s cheeks.
“I’m going to give you ten spanks, little treat,” he explains.
“At that point, I’ll ask if you want more or if you want to stop.
If you want to come, you must ask me. If you come without my permission, there will be a punishment tomorrow.
But if you ask like a good boy, Daddy will enjoy helping you climax. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver says, already sounding like he’s drifting into subspace.
“Okay,” Tallis says. “Here we go.”
His hand lands on Oliver’s left cheek, and I can tell from the sound that he didn’t use too much force. Our boy is on the skinny side, after all, and he needs to start on the lower end of the scale before he can build up to see where his limits are.
He lets out a moan and wriggles a little against us as he takes a shaky breath. But then he licks his lips and flutters his eyelids a few times. “I liked that, Master. Thank you.”
“Good boy for using your words,” Tallis praises him. “I’m going to continue now as I please. The pace will not be regular, but I will keep count. I’ll only stop before we reach ten if you tell me to.”
“Yes, Master,” Oliver pants before Tallis can ask him if he understands. That makes both me and my husband smile. It seems Tallis’s hunch was correct about our little treat enjoying this.
His hand lands on Oliver’s other cheek, the crack slightly louder than the previous time, suggesting he’s using a bit more force.
Oliver just moans again and grinds his hips against the pillow on Tallis’s lap.
I watch as my husband alternates sides for each blow, but then also changes the pattern up by striking lower down Oliver’s thighs or more over his hole or smacking twice in quick succession.
I keep count with him, so I know when we reach ten. “Okay, little one—” Tallis begins to say, but Oliver doesn’t let him finish.
“More, please,” he begs with a sob, his fingers curling around the material of my jeans as he writhes in our laps. “Please, Master, please.”
“Good boy,” I tell him soothingly, caressing his scalp and the side of his face.
“Yes, good boy,” Tallis agrees, stroking Oliver’s already pink ass. “We’ll do ten more, then that’s enough.”
He doesn’t wait for our boy to answer, he just drops his hand down, making Oliver yelp and arch his back. Pretty tears cling to his lashes as he gasps for breath, flinching and moaning each time Tallis spanks him again.
“You’re doing so well, baby boy,” I tell him, my voice tight with emotion. “You look so beautiful right now. You’re taking it so well for our Master. I’m so proud of you.”
“T-thank you, Daddy,” he cries, his face now wet. He’s shaking and sweating all over by the time Tallis lands the final blow, his hands pawing desperately at my thighs as his hips undulate against the pillow.
“That’s it, little treat,” Tallis murmurs, rubbing Oliver’s sore behind gently. “You did so incredibly well. Can you tell us what you need now?”
“Daddy,” Oliver howls, blinking his eyes open as he fumbles to try and elevate himself. “Please, please.”
“Do you need Daddy to make you come, darling?” I ask, already helping him to sit in a straddle across my lap. He hisses as his tender bottom rubs against my clothes but then quickly starts trying to hump me.
Tallis puts his hand on Oliver’s shoulder to still him, and they share a look. “You have to ask for what you need, little one, remember? Do you want Daddy to touch your sweet and juicy cock so we can watch you come?”
“Yes, please!” Oliver squeals, turning his frantic gaze to me. “Please, Daddy. I want to come for you. I’ll be so good, I promise. Please, please!”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” I assure him. “Well done for using your words. I can touch you now. Just relax.”
He’s leaking so much, I don’t have to worry about lube to smooth the glide of my hand. I wrap my fingers around his bright red, rock-hard shaft and begin to gently stroke. His chest heaves with a sob, and he drops his head against my shoulder.
“You did so good for asking,” I tell him.
“Our Master is watching me touch you now. You’re so pretty for him.
He loves watching you come undone and so do I.
I love making you come, my little treat.
You’re mine to play with, aren’t you? My special birthday surprise.
Are you going to come for your Daddy and Master now?
We want to see you, little treat. Your pleasure belongs to us.
We own you and we treasure you, don’t we Master? ”
Tallis leans in and pulls Oliver’s head back by his hair. Our boy gasps, but Tallis swallows it with a filthy kiss. “You’re ours, little one,” he rasps, his pupils blown with lust. “I want to watch you come all over my husband now. Make a mess of him. Show me who you both belong to.”
With my hand still flying over his length, Oliver’s orgasm erupts.
He throws his head back as he screams, long jets of cum spurting over my hand and hitting my clothes.
I don’t care about the mess. In fact, I love it.
I milk him until the last drop, then cradle him to me as he sobs his little heart out.
“Good boy,” I murmur to him over and over again as I stroke his back and press kisses to his temple. “You’re such a good boy. You did so well for us. I’m so proud of you.”
Tallis moves and returns a minute later with some lotion.
I encourage Oliver to rise just a bit so Tallis can massage some onto his reddened skin.
The affection on my husband’s face as he does so is clear, just like when he was gazing into our boy’s eyes while I finished working on the laptop earlier.
When he flicks his gaze at me, there’s also lust behind his eyes, and I’m sure once we settle Oliver down for a nap, I’m going to be helping him out with how horny that spanking session made him.
This all feels so right. I don’t care that we’ve only got a day left. I know that there’s more between the three of us than just the next twenty-four hours.
But I have to be patient and see if both Tallis and Oliver also come to that opinion on their own. They say that good things come to those who wait, though.
And Oliver has proved to us just how good he can be.