CHAPTER 13 #2
I took a shaky breath. "I need... I need you to make me stop thinking. To just... feel."
"Good boy. Using your words." He stood and offered his hand. "Upstairs. Now."
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In the bedroom, the energy was different from our other times together. This was playful and light. Clark had a glint in his eye that made my stomach flip in the best way.
"You've been very busy this week," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I have. Building my business empire and everything." I gave him my best innocent look.
"Mm-hmm. And how many times did I have to remind you to eat?"
"Define 'have to.'"
His eyebrows rose. "Are you being bratty with me?"
"Maybe." I bit my lip, fighting a smile. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Oh, I have ideas." He crooked a finger at me. "Come here."
I crossed to him slowly, enjoying the way his eyes tracked my movement. When I was close enough, he reached for my belt.
"These need to come off," he said, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. "If Daddy's going to remind you who's in charge, you're going to feel it."
Heat shot through me. "That hardly seems fair."
"Life's not fair, baby." He pushed my jeans and underwear down, helping me step out of them. "Now. Over my lap."
I draped myself over his thighs, already half-hard just from anticipation. His hand settled on my bare ass, rubbing slowly.
"Let's see how bratty you are after this," he murmured.
His hand landed in a sharp smack that made me gasp. The sting was immediate and perfect—not too hard, but enough to make me feel it.
"Oh, you liked that," he said, amused. Another smack, other side, and I couldn't help the small sound I made.
He didn't ask me to count. He just kept going—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes pausing to rub the heat into my skin. The unpredictability made it hotter somehow. I never knew when the next one was coming.
"Getting excited, baby?" His hand rubbed over my ass which did things to me. "You like this, don't you? Like when Daddy plays with you."
"Yes," I gasped.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's better." Another smack, perfectly placed. "Look how hard you are already."
I was squirming now, fully hard and pressed against his thigh, each swat sending heat straight to my cock.
"Someone's eager." His hand slipped between my legs, cupped me briefly, and I moaned. "Should I keep going?"
"Please."
He chuckled, low and amused. "Since you asked so nicely."
A few more swats—I lost count, didn't care—each one making me gasp and rock against him. By the time he stopped, I was desperate, grinding shamelessly against his thigh.
"All done," he said, his hand rubbing over my heated ass. "Such a good boy. So perfect for Daddy."
I scrambled up and immediately kissed him, desperate and needy. He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my sore ass, making me moan.
"Bed," he ordered. "On your hands and knees."
What was left of yy brain short-circuited slightly as I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself. I heard him stripping behind me, then felt the bed dip as he knelt behind me.
"Look at you," he murmured, his hands running over my back, my hips, my ass. "So perfect like this. So ready for me."
"Please, Daddy."
"Greedy boy." But he was already reaching for the lube. "Stay still for me."
He worked me open and I pushed back onto his fingers, impatient. This position made me feel deliciously exposed, on display for him in a way that sent heat pooling in my gut.
"Please," I begged when he added a third finger. "I'm ready. Please."
"Patience." But I heard the condom wrapper, felt him position himself. "Remember, you don't come until I say."
"That's not—oh god—" The words dissolved into a moan as he pushed inside, slow and deep and perfect.
"That's not what?" he asked, stilling once he was fully seated. "Not fair?"
"Not fair," I gasped.
"Too bad." His hands gripped my hips and he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in. "You take what Daddy gives you."
He set a rhythm that had me gasping, the angle hitting something perfect inside me. I could feel every inch of him, could feel his hands on my hips, guiding me, and controlling me.
"Touch yourself," he ordered. "But don't you dare come."
My hand flew to my cock, stroking desperately. The combination—him inside me, my hand on myself, the lingering sting on my ass—had me close embarrassingly fast.
"Daddy—I'm already—"
"Hold it." His hand came down on my ass in a sharp smack and I cried out, clenching around him. "Fuck, that's good. Do that again."
Another smack and I couldn't help it—my whole body tightened, making us both groan.
"Please," I sobbed. "Please, I can't—I need—"
"What do you need, baby?"
"Need to come. Need you. Please, Daddy."
He shifted the angle slightly and thrust harder, hitting that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Come for me. Now."
I shattered, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me. I felt him follow seconds later, his grip on my hips bruising as he thrust deep and groaned my name.
"Mav—fuck—mine—"
We stayed like that for a moment, both shaking. Then he carefully pulled out and turned me over, gathering me against his chest.
"I've got you," he murmured, pressing kisses to my hair. "So good for me, baby. So perfect."
I made an incoherent sound, boneless and sated.
"Yeah." He grinned, looking pleased with himself. "Thought you might like that."
"I definitely liked that. We should do that again."
"Greedy boy."
"Your greedy boy."
"Damn right." He kissed me softly, then his expression turned more serious. "But I meant what I said earlier. You need to take care of yourself. The work is important, but so are you."
"I know. I'll try harder."
"That's all I ask." He shifted us so we were lying down properly, pulling the covers over us. "Now I'm going to hold you until you fall asleep."
"Best New Year's ever," I mumbled against his chest.
"Agreed."
We lay there in the dark, tangled together, and I felt completely at peace. I didn't have to do this alone. I had Clark. I had us.
"Happy New Year," I murmured.
"Happy New Year, baby. This is going to be a good year. I can feel it."
"Yeah," I agreed, already drifting off. "It is."