Chapter Twenty-Seven
James
“One!” I count when the strap slaps my ass.
The sting is instant, shooting in every direction.
A leather strap for a spanking? It hurts, much sharper than the thuddier pain of the brush.
While I’ve had this strap in my collection, I’ve never had someone to use it on me before.
I’m glad it’s Colton, even if this is a punishment and my dick isn’t hard yet like I’d thought it would be.
“Two!” I say, and he spanks me again.
The thing is, I know he’s not hitting me hard.
He’s going easy on me, letting me adjust to this new sensation, which I appreciate.
But despite the pain, a part of me wishes he’d go harder.
What we do together is about what he does to my body, yes, but more than that, it’s what he does to my mind, the places he can bring me in my head.
“Jesus…three!”
His hand rubs over my burning ass, tickling the soft flesh. “Are you okay?” he checks in.
“Yes, Sir. I just feel like you set my butt on fire, is all,” I reply, making Colton chuckle.
“Good. That’s the way you’re supposed to feel. Maybe next time when I tell you to do something, you’ll obey. Are you even sorry?”
I look up at him, see a glint in his eyes, know that no matter what I say, he’ll know the truth. “For disappointing you, yes, but not for wearing the cage.”
“I feel like that’s a cheap answer. Like you’re somehow cheating.”
“I’m only telling the truth, Sir,” I promise, though I think he’s right and I’m definitely cheating.
“I suppose you are. Now be quiet and take your punishment like a good boy.”
He spanks me again. “Four! Thank you, Sir.”
Colton curses. I’ve noticed he loves it when I thank him.
My Sir finishes out my spankings. Each one flashes another image into my head, another thought, of him and me together, here, in my office, in the car.
When we got caught by Henry, I almost ended it.
I spiraled like I’ve often done in my life, but that’s partly why I kept the cage on.
I haven’t been lying when I told him it helped.
Do I want to be caged all the time? No, I don’t, but in that moment, when I forced Colton to leave instead of letting him support me, when I talked to Henry and worked to get myself into a place where I wasn’t filled with panic, I realized the cage reminded me of Colton, and everything about Colton helps.
Even if it shouldn’t.
Even if being with him is the very thing that could get me in trouble…it helps.
Which is why we both know this spanking really isn’t about punishment, but rather something we both want really fucking bad.
“Ten!” I count, tears streaming down my face, washing away all my doubt, insecurity, and fear. When he makes me cry, it’s like a fresh start, like we’re flooding out the bad and Colton is there to fill me with the good.
“Don’t move,” Colton orders, then climbs onto the bed, straddling my legs, before he bends over, peppering kisses along the burning skin of my ass.
“I got you good,” he says. “Now I’ll love up on it a little.
” He licks my ass, making me hiss and writhe beneath him.
He’s gentle with me, kissing and licking, loving like he said, and all that attention goes straight to my cock, making it grow beneath me, eager for what’s to come.
“God, I love this ass. I’d brand it if I could. Property of Colton.”
I push back against his face, wanting him to bury it in my ass cheeks, and admit, “I would let you. God help me but I would.”
I’m not sure there’s anything I wouldn’t do for Colton. He just makes me…feel. He makes me feel, and maybe to some people that doesn’t make sense or it’s a small thing, but to me, it’s everything.
“Christ,” he hisses out. “Don’t move.”
Sir is already naked, but he tosses his bag to the bed beside us. He grabs the lube and slicks his straining erection. Like I do each Friday, I cleaned out before I came, so I’m ready for whatever he has in store for me.
“On your knees, legs spread, back arched, and chest on the mattress.”
“Yes, Sir.” I move into position, and then Sir kneels behind me. He pushes two lube-slicked fingers into my ass, twists them, fucks me with them.
“I won’t prep you much. You can take me without a lot of stretching.”
He eases his fingers free, and my skin tingles. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.” It’s fun when it hurts a little, and I trust James to know what my body can handle. If not, I just have to say one word, and it’ll all stop.
He presses his bare cock against my hole. I push out, trying to open up for him, just as Sir starts to push in.
“That’s it. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this ass. It’s so goddamned hot and tight inside you. I can’t wait until you’re all filled with cum.”
“Me…neither,” I say breathlessly, feeling the pressure of his dick breaching my body. It’s a welcome pressure, one that has my cock throbbing harder by the second. I wish he would just thrust into me, fill me now, but he doesn’t, working his way slowly into me. “Please.”
“I’m getting there, dreamer. You just take what your Sir gives you, or I’ll stop.”
“Yes. I’ll take it. I’m sorry for being so cock hungry.”
“You are, aren’t you? You’d be filled with dick all the time if I allowed it.” He pushes in more, my body opening for him, stretching. It’s uncomfortable, but in a good way. One that makes me want to beg him for more.
“Yes. I think about it all the time…daydream about it. I lie in bed at night wishing you were there to fill me…that I could just roll over, present my ass to you, and you’d push inside anytime I needed it.
” God, the dirty, filthy things I say to him.
I can’t believe they come out of my mouth.
They’ve always been in my head, but I’ve never been good at setting them free with anyone but him.
“Fuck, James. I want that too.” He keeps going, past the first ring of muscle, then continuing until he’s buried inside me, his groin against my burning ass, which seems to be a pattern for us. “Now lie there and be a good hole for Sir and let me fuck.”
That is…so, so, so hot.
He pulls out, then thrusts into me. Colton uses my ass like the only thing it’s there for is his pleasure.
When I’m with him, that feels true to me as well.
My cock is aching beneath me. My balls feel high and tight.
Each stroke of his cock delivers the most delicious pleasure, but each time his groin hits my ass, it irritates my already sore butt.
“Can I stroke myself?” I ask, dying for release.
“No. You’re going to be my little cum dump first. Then once you’ve taken everything in my balls, I might let you come too.”
My dick twitches. This might kill me, but I’d go willingly. Happily.
Sir pulls out of me, flips me to my back, then pushes my legs toward my chest. “Take them,” he orders, and I do, holding under my thighs, leaving myself open for him to continue to use me.
He thrusts back in, neck tight, face etched with concentration. He’s sweating, a bead rolling down his face and falling on my stomach, and I realize with surprise and maybe a little disgust that I would lick up all his sweat if he let me.
“Fuck, here I go. Take it. You’re going to take every drop I give you,” he says, movements becoming jerkier. His dick spasms inside me, giving me what I crave—his cum. To be filled with it. I both want it leaking out of me and always to be inside me.
He bends over, slamming his mouth down on mine as he fucks through his release, my dick weeping with the need for the same thing, but I fight it off, do my best to be Sir’s good boy because making him proud of me is one of my favorite things.
I cry out when he pulls his mouth away from mine.
His dick is still in me when he spits on my cock, takes it in one hand, leaving the other beneath the head while he strokes.
I come embarrassingly quickly, shooting into his other hand, pleasure making me feel like I’m floating as I sink into the mattress.
“You’re smiling,” Colton says, his finger tracing my lips. “Lick.” I do, tasting my release he spread there like lipstick. He does it again, then kisses me, lapping at my mouth and getting his fill of me too, before he feeds me the rest, and I take it all like a good boy should.
“Watch me,” he tells me, and I open my eyes, see him lubing a plug. “Spread.”
I do, holding my legs back, then watching while he works the plug into my body, trapping his cum there.
“You’ll wear that for the rest of the day.”
I will, and I’ll love it. “Yes, Sir.”
He pushes the plug in, then takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom.
He doesn’t turn on the shower before climbing in, taking me with him.
When we’re both standing there, Colton says, “I’d like to piss on you.
That’s not something we’ve done before or talked much about, and it wasn’t on your limits when we first started talking.
I might not be able to brand you, but I can do that.
If that’s not something you want, it’s okay, but I wanted to ask. ”
I…have never been pissed on before. I’ve never thought of being pissed on before.
There’s a voice in my head telling me I should be grossed out by the mere thought of it.
Piss is supposed to be gross. Who lets someone pee on them?
But I don’t want to say no. I want to be marked by him.
Hell, I never thought I would want someone to spit in my mouth either, but here we are.
“I can wash it off afterward? I know that defeats the purpose in a way, but—”
“No, it doesn’t. You still let me do it. So much of the kind of pleasure we engage in is all up here.” He taps my temple. “Even if you wash it off, we both know it happened, what you gave to me, what I did to you. That’s what matters.”
I nod, craving this thing I never, ever thought I would want…then kneel. “Please, Sir. I’d like you to piss on me.”
“Christ, you are so fucking perfect.” Colton holds my face, bends over and kisses me—an owning kiss, one of possession and claiming, and God, do I want to belong to him.
He stands up straight again, taking his cock in hand and aiming it at me.
It takes a moment for it to come out, but then the first splash hits me in the chest. It’s warm and potent.
He moves his cock around so he’s spraying me everywhere, chest, stomach, shoulders, but avoiding my face.
It’s wild how much I want this, how feeling his piss against my skin makes me feel claimed by him, the strength I feel in that.
I…belong with him? To him? I’m not sure it matters.
Maybe it does to some folks, but not to me.
I just know I belong, and there is so much power in that, in giving him these things I wouldn’t give anyone else.
In letting him control me, mark me, do these things to me that others would look down upon, but to us, they’re beautiful.
When he’s done, Sir pulls me to my feet, kisses me like he’s trying to tell me something with his tongue, each sweep saying words I can’t make out, like he’s speaking another language, but deep down, I know what they are.
“That was good?” he asks when he pulls back.
“That was incredible.”
“Good.” He turns on the shower, cleaning me first, then himself. Colton dries me off, puts cream on my ass, but leaves me naked. He tugs on a pair of underwear, grabs a blanket, and then we go downstairs.
We curl up on the couch and talk, my ass burning from him, his plug stuffed inside me, while I’m safe and welcome in his arms.
“I’d like to tell my mom about you.”
“What if she doesn’t like me?” What if she thinks I’m some kind of teacher who preys on his students?
“She’ll love you.” He kisses me again. God, kissing him is so fucking great. “I’ll make us lunch.”
I nod and close my eyes. The adrenaline from earlier makes me want to crash now.
Eventually, Colton is waking me up to eat, which we do in the kitchen, him in his underwear and me naked.
After lunch, I wonder if we’re going to have sex again today, but he leads me back to the living room, telling me to kneel beside the couch.
I do, and he takes off his underwear, before sitting down, me between his legs.
“Suck,” he says, pointing to his soft cock.
I’ve been making a point to ask him more about himself, not just because he mentioned it, but because now that I’ve given myself permission to want him, I want to know every single thing about him.
“Will you tell me stories while I do it? Anything about you, about your life. I just…like to hear you speak.”
“Yeah.” He grins. “I will. I like talking to you too.”
And that’s how we spend the rest of the day, me warming his cock and sometimes his balls, while Sir runs his fingers through my hair, talking to me, telling me stories, reminding me how good I am for him.