29. Soren
W hile Doc takes a shower, I open my bag and take out the toys I packed. I have no doubt Doc has his own collection, but for this, I want things I’m familiar with. Plus, seeing him marked up by the toys I selected just for him gives me a thrill.
Laying the toys out on the bed, I set my bag alongside the dresser as the bathroom door opens and Doc walks out wearing just a towel.
“Drop the towel and kneel in front of the bed,” I order, sparing him a glance.
Doc visibly lets out a breath and removes the towel from around his waist, tossing it back in the direction of the bathroom. A lovely flush spreads across his cheeks, neck, and chest as I watch him kneel as instructed.
His form is perfect, a lifetime of training and being asked to do this exact thing has made his movements graceful. I could watch him all day, and maybe sometime soon, I will.
For now, I cross over to the bed, stopping briefly to run my fingers through his damp hair. “Good boy,” I praise.
Picking up the cock cage, I hold it up for him to see. “Do you know what’s about to happen?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“What? Tell me, boy.”
He lets out a stuttered breath and his eyes close for a moment before meeting mine once more. “You’re going to lock me up.”
“Do you know why?”
“Because I came without permission, Daddy.”
Reaching out, I cup his cheek, brushing my thumb over his soft skin. “That’s correct. You disobeyed me, and I’d be a terrible Daddy if I didn’t correct it. I don’t expect you to come on command, but I do expect you to obey me when I tell you not to come.”
I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in and waiting to hear a safeword. When he stays silent, gaze steadily on mine, I take that as a sign to move forward.
“Stand up,” I order softly, sinking to my knees as Doc eases to his feet. He’s much more graceful than I am, but that doesn’t matter. All I need right now is to be eye-level with his perfect, thick cock.
Grabbing the shaft in my hand, I squeeze my fingers around the half-hard length. “If only you were a good boy, I would have loved to suck you to completion before locking you up for a while.” Doc groans and his dick throbs in my palm.
Squeezing past the point of pain, I wait until his cock deflates a bit before working the cage over his cock. It’s a bit of a tight fit, as he’s not fully soft, but that’s part of the fun.
The metal digs into his flesh and I enjoy the way his cock bulges a little between the rings of the cage. I’m careful to make sure the fit isn’t too tight, that the skin doesn’t catch on the cage, and there’s still enough room that it shouldn’t chafe him.
“How’s that feel?”
He lets out a shuddering breath above me. “Good, Daddy, thank you.”
I place a soft kiss to his caged dick and then close the lock with a gentle snick . “You’re welcome. Have you ever worn one before?”
“A few times. But they were all plastic, and only meant for a scene.”
I hum in understanding as I stand. “Well, this should be a fun lesson for you then.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he agrees.
The way that word trips on his tongue, easier now than it was at first, makes my cock ache. It’s something I never thought I’d have, not after hearing for so long that I didn’t look like a Daddy. As if appearance is all that matters.
Having Doc try his best to give me what we both need…it’s a heady feeling. One I won’t take for granted. Though I plan on taking full advantage of the power he’s given me—only in a way we both want and understand, of course.
“I know you’re tired,” I say as I cup his face in my hands, forcing our gazes to meet. “But I have one more thing for you. Two, if you’re up for it.”
He swallows and nods. “Yes, please, Daddy. Whatever you want to give me, I’ll accept.”
I raise up on my toes and press a soft kiss to his mouth. “Good boy.” Pulling back, I turn him to face the bed and press a hand between his shoulder blades. “Over the bed now, put your ass on display for me.”
He groans when he does as ordered. As Doc bends over, folding his arms on the bed and using them as a pillow for his head, I adjust his foot placement, putting him just how I want him.
When he’s ass up and waiting for my instructions, I run a gentle hand up and down his spine before caressing it over his ass. “Do you know what other rule you broke?” I ask softly.
He moans and buries his head in his arms. “I spoke when you asked me not to,” he says in a muffled voice.
“Yes, you did.” The crack of my hand slapping his ass is loud in the otherwise quiet room. “You were very naughty, boy. I can forgive you for coming without permission, after all, it was our first time. We’re still getting to know one another, so I’ll give you leniency in that you don’t have full control of that yet. Not that you still won’t be punished, but I understand it. However, that was a direct order , Ashby.” His first name tips off my tongue before I can stop it, but in the moment, it feels appropriate, and he doesn’t protest.
“Twice, you disobeyed me, and for that, you’ll be punished.”
Moving slightly to the side, I pick up the belt I laid out on the bed, bringing it up so he can see it. “Have you ever been whipped like this before?”
“No, Daddy,” he responds. “Not with a belt. I’ve played with many toys over the years, though, taken many punishments.”
“Good.” Trailing the thick leather belt down his spine, I smile when he shivers. “I like being your first in things. I have canes and floggers, too. I even brought a crop with me. But when my boys are naughty, I prefer putting them in their place with the belt. It drives the lesson home, I think. What about you? Thoughts?”
Doc lets out a breath and his entire body shudders at the deep exhale. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to ignore your order. You…you just felt so good, I couldn’t help it. I’ll accept my punishment.”
“I know you will, because you’re Daddy’s good boy.” Moving away from him a few steps, so I have enough room to maneuver, I ask, “Do you know your safewords?”
“Yes, Daddy. Green, yellow, red, and orange.”
“Good boy. Don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s too much.”
With that, I adjust my grip on the end of the belt and give an experimental spank to Doc’s beautiful ass.
He moans and shifts, and I don’t hesitate to strike him again. “Don’t move. It’ll hurt worse if you try to run away.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he moans and I grin.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, let me show you how sorry I am.”
Oh, he’s too fucking perfect.
I don’t bother easing him in, knowing that’s not what either of us wants. Plus, this way he’ll learn that while I’m a caring Daddy, I’m strict as well. I don’t tolerate disobedience or disrespect. My size and stature hides the strength within me, and poor Doc’s ass is about to realize that.
Over and over, I strike it, aiming for both cheeks, turning them a lovely shade of red. He’s going to bruise so beautifully, and I can’t wait to see it. My cock is rock hard at the very thought.
Doc tries his best to stay still, but the sting must be too much as he stomps one foot a few times after a particularly hard strike over his already reddened ass.
“Do I need to add more strikes, Doc?” I ask, pausing just two away from the initial ten hits I’d planned.
He shakes his head immediately. “No, I’m sorry, Daddy. It…it just feels so good and hard at the same time.”
I make a sympathetic noise. “I know, boy. You’re doing so good. Just a little more and then I’ll hold you, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Brace yourself now,” I warn. Taking a step to the side, I adjust my grip on the leather and then crack it against his ass.
Doc shouts and whines but he doesn’t make a move, even as the bottom of his ass and tops of his thighs bloom fire engine red.
“One more,” I promise, right before delivering that final blow.
Doc doesn’t make a sound, though his entire body quivers long after the shock of the strike should have reverberated through his body.
Dropping the belt to the floor, I climb onto the bed and tug at him, encouraging him further up the mattress and into my lap. His arms wrap around my waist and he buries his face in my stomach, tears soaking into my shirt.
“Shhh,” I soothe. Gently, I run my hands through his hair and down his back. “It’s over now, sweet boy. You’re okay. It’s over and all’s been forgiven.”
“Daddy,” he whines.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper.
His arms tighten around me for a moment before he lifts his head and I meet his tear-filled eyes, the cognac color almost a shining gold.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
I brush my fingers through his hair. “It wasn’t too much?”
“Oh, I won’t be able to sit for days,” he replies in a broken voice. “But it was perfect, just what I needed. And thank God you put the cage on before you spanked me, otherwise you’d have to do it all over again.”
I laugh, relief flowing through me. Even though I had his consent, and we were both aware of what was going to happen and the risks, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t terrifying on my end. The first scene was just a taste of what we could have together; this was so much more.
There’s a difference between thinking about being bent over and whipped and having it actually happen to you. Every person responds differently, and as sure as I was that this is something Doc needed, I can’t lie that I wasn’t nervous I’d fuck up somehow along the way.
I’m confident in my abilities as a Dom, and I know how to wield every toy in my arsenal. That doesn’t mean every time is going to go as I expect.
Having Doc in my lap now, those bright eyes on me, and a soft, serene smile on his lips, goes a long way in easing any worry I had.
I’m so far gone for you , I think as we continue to stare at one another. The thought isn’t as jarring as it should be. After all, we’ve known each other for a few weeks, but have only started this relationship recently. Yet…when you know, you know. There’s so much we have to discover about one another, and I can’t wait to do so.
I won’t voice my thoughts, not now and not anytime soon. I need time to sit with them, time to see where this thing between us goes; but I am falling hard and fast for the man in my arms, and I don’t want to stop it.
“Daddy,” he whispers.
“Yes?”
“What’s the second thing you have for me?”
I grin at him. “You’re not too tired and sore?”
He shakes his head. “No, I want it all.”
Lifting my hips, I draw his attention to my half-hard cock. “I’ll let you guess.”
Doc’s lips part and his eyes darken a little. “Does it involve your dick and the crop you laid out on the bed?”
I tug at his hair, making him arch his neck a little, which earns a little moan from him. “Yes, yes it does. Are you still up for it?”
“Please, Daddy,” he says. “I want it all.”
“Get on your knees then, boy, and open your mouth.”