Chapter 9
I’d dropped my bags in his room earlier when I’d showered, and I crossed the floor to where I’d left them at the foot of his bed. I didn’t have to look to know he was watching me, but he was a good boy and didn’t move. I took my time, rattling the contents unnecessarily, just to get him even more worked up. I wasn’t going to use the cuffs on him, they were just in the bag because I rarely played at home, but I made sure they clanked together. Leith’s sharp inhalation was music to my ears.
I found what I was looking for and took out two paddles. One was thick, heavy, and covered in leather. The other was smaller, lighter, and padded. Both would pack a wallop, but the first one would leave him aching for days.
“Because I am a kind and generous soul, I’m going to let you choose.” I stepped closer so he could really see them. The way his expression lit up let me know he was ready for a real pain session. I wasn’t sure I could send him flying in our first scene, but he’d definitely enjoy it.
After a moment or two, he murmured, “It’s been a long time, so I really want to say that one.” He pointed to the heavier paddle. Then he bit his lip and slowly raised his eyes to me as he gestured to the other paddle. “But because it’s been a long time, it should be this one.”
I was proud of him for making the right choice for him and what he could take. I told him so, then kissed him soundly. He was panting by the time I pulled back. I dropped the bigger paddle back in the bag and then motioned to the foot of the bed.
“On your stomach, head over here.”
His expression turned curious, but he immediately sat up to move. I watched him carefully, seeing how he was gentle with his injured leg and accommodated his movements. As he settled, his gaze still on me, I answered his unspoken question.
“Left-handed.” I wiggled my fingers, then made a swinging motion. Leith grinned but his eyes went dark, and I knew he was imagining what was to come.
Leith had thoughtfully set out several towels on his nightstand—which also had several condoms and an extra-large bottle of lube—and I grabbed one, then two of his pillows. I didn’t even have to tell him to lift up, because as soon as he saw me coming, he immediately raised his hips so I could settle the towel covered pillows under his hips. He had to adjust a little but then settled.
I made a point of fondling him, feeling him getting harder in my hand, as I adjusted his dick so it pointed backward. Not the most comfortable, but I didn’t want him rubbing himself on the towel. He would be able to get off only when I allowed it. Leith tried to hold in his moan, but I kept at it until he escaped. Then I gave him a pat.
Picking up the paddle again, I crouched down until we were eye level. Leith’s breathing had already picked up, and I could see the tension in his shoulders. I touched his cheek and he sighed.
“Your only responsibility is to make sure your knee is always comfortable and not hurting in any way. If I think you aren’t being good about that, this stops. No second chance. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” His voice was already sounding a little punch-drunk, and I didn’t know if it was my tone, the anticipation, or setting the scene that was already pushing him into a sub mindset. But it didn’t really matter.
“Everything else, you leave up to me.” I kissed his shoulder and stood. “Safeword if you need to. Otherwise, just feel.”
Leith took a deep breath then let it out slowly. I waited for a few seconds, letting that sit, then touched his ass. He jumped, maybe expecting the paddle instead of my fingers, but that was part of the fun. Some subs did better when you kept them guessing. I was about to find out if Leith was one of them.
I stroked and rubbed, never staying in one spot too long. I dipped my fingers into his crease and teased his hole. I squeezed hard enough his skin turned white. And while I kept my eyes on my hand and his ass, I had my ears trained on his sounds. The little gasps, moans, and whimpers were music to my ears.
Then I picked up the paddle. I started with light taps I knew would do nothing for him, but warming up his skin was important. Bringing the blood up would make it turn from pain to pleasure a heck of a lot faster. I didn’t think he wasn’t one of those subs that liked to go hard right from the start, and I wasn’t that kind of Dom anyway. I liked things to build, to grow.
My first good smack made him squeak. I gave him another one and he moaned. Then I really got into it, varying the intensity and the placement. I didn’t want to cause the bad kind of pain, so I moved around, from the top of his ass to the tops of his thighs. I was careful not to catch his cock and balls with the paddle, knowing that was a hard limit. But the longer I went, the harder I hit.
I listened to all his sighs and moans. His whimpers and whines. I saw the way he was gripping the comforter so hard his knuckles were white and paid attention to the taught line of his muscles. I started spacing out the hits, but not the intensity, and watched as he held his breath, waiting for the paddle to come down again. And even though I’d said he was responsible for his knee, I kept an eye on that, too.
But Leith was a very good boy. He took each hit, lifting for more. He kept his knee in a comfortable position even while the rest of his body moved. When he started pleading under his breath, I knew we were almost there. I didn’t want it to go too far, especially considering it had been a while for him. But from one instant to the next, I saw the magic happen. That moment when he relaxed into it, even as he couldn’t quite stay still. His ass was cherry red and I knew if I touched it, it would be hot under my fingertips. I paused then, grabbing a condom, and shucked off my shorts as fast as possible so that I could roll it down my length.
“More,” he moaned, his voice breathy. “Please.”
Condom on, I grabbed the paddle, pressed down on his lower back, and laid into him. Ten smacks in quick succession, as hard as I could make them. The keening wail that burst out of him was exactly what I wanted to hear. He’d had enough.
I nudged him over, then manhandled him onto his bad side, being careful of his knee. When I slid into bed behind him, he reached back and grabbed my side, wanting me closer. I’d forgotten the lube, and I swore as I twisted to retrieve it.
“No no no,” Leith chanted.
“Shhhh.” I kissed his neck then shoulder as I got back into place. “I’m right here.”
I raised his knee over my hip, opening him up, then slid lube covered fingers between us so I could get him ready. It was a quick and dirty job, but the heat of his ass pressed against my pelvis nearly drove me to distraction. I slowly slid in, barely giving him time to adjust, but not stopping. Leith dropped his head back and I latched onto his throat, kissing and sucking. But just for a second, because I knew I couldn’t leave a mark.
“When school’s over,” I panted, trying to keep control, “you’ll be wearing my marks everywhere.”
He shivered and clenched down, and that was all it took. I couldn’t wait any more. I set a rapid pace, going hard, never more thankful for my stamina than right now. He gasped every time I thrust in, moaning when I pulled out. I couldn’t help the grunts that occasionally escaped my own throat, and I didn’t even try. It only took minutes before we were both sweaty, my fingers slipping where I held his knee.
“I want to come,” he whined.
“That’s.” Thrust. “Nice.”
I changed the angle, just a bit, trying to find that spot that would set him off. It wasn’t as easy on our sides like this, but I knew I could do it. Three thrusts later, he howled.
“Please, please, please, let me come.” He could barely get the words out. I slid my left hand further under his body, up his chest, and then wrapped my fingers around his throat. Not tight enough to choke or cut off his air supply, but just so he could feel me.
“You can hold it. Just a little longer.”
He nodded, then shook his head. “It’s too…too good. Please. I need…Daddy!”
I growled, pressing in hard, the word setting me off. I filled the condom, holding him tightly and had to consciously think about not tightening my fingers. “Stroke yourself and come, angel.”
Leith fumbled, not quite coordinated, and then got a hand on his dick. I was still hard enough to keep thrusting, maintaining the right angle, and it only took him another minute or two before he was clenching down on me, head pressing into my shoulder, and coming all over the sheets.
We were both breathing so hard that for a moment, I was worried we’d hyperventilate. I kissed any part of him I could reach, his shoulder, his neck, his ear, his jaw. Leith laid in my arms, trying to draw in air. When we both recovered from the worst of it, I knew I had to pull out before I lost the condom. He whimpered.
I stood on shaky legs and disposed of the latex. Then I crossed back to him and bent down, turning him so he was on his back and he whimpered somewhat pitifully when his ass touched the bed. His eyes were glazed over and his smile was crooked, like he’d forgotten how his mouth worked.
“Still wearing your shirt,” he slurred.
I snorted and whipped it off, tossing it aside. “I was busy. How you doin’?”
“Floaty and hurty. In the best possible way.”
I laughed, and covered him with my body, propping myself up on my arms to keep most of my weight off him. I framed his face with my hands. “So all it takes to change your speaking style is to give you a really good pain session?”
Leith blinked, a little more awareness coming back into his eyes. “I don’t intent to be abstruse.”
I kissed him, long and slow and deep, until the tension melted out of him again. He wrapped his arms around me, tugging a little, and I gave him more of my weight. He sighed happily, and I pulled away just enough to speak.
“I don’t know what that means. But whatever it is, you aren’t that. I adore you just as you are.” I kissed him again when it looked like he was going to speak, either to explain or refute it, but I didn’t want to hear either of those things. I wanted him back in the floaty place. “You want a shower, beautiful boy?”
He blushed prettily. “I can’t stand up.”
I pinched his side and he helped. “Like I wouldn’t hold you up.”
He gave me a soft smile and lifted his fingers to rub at my scalp. “Are we done for the night?”
And all that sass I’d beaten out of him was back. I snapped my teeth at him, and he laughed.
“No.”
Leith hummed happily. “Then there’s no point, since we’re just gonna get dirty again.”
I got up, even though he tried to hold onto me, and pointed at the bed. “Get comfortable, on your front. I need to tend to your ass.”
I didn’t wait to see if he complied, knowing he would, and rummaged in my bag for the cooling arnica gel. When I turned around, the pillows were back at the head of the bed, the towel tossed over the wet spot he’d made, and he was ass up and grinning. I shook my head, but internally, I was very pleased.
I spread the gel all over his ass and thighs, the heat of his skin seeping through. He wiggled and hissed but did his best to stay still. I was very thorough, inspecting every inch of skin as I worked. I knew I hadn’t done any real damage, but I wanted to make sure. Capping the gel, I tossed it on the bedside table.
“That’s gonna bruise.”
He let out a happy sigh. “I’m thrilled to hear it. I’ll be feeling you for days, Daddy.”
I growled and dove for the bed, gathering him up and hugging him tightly. I kissed the top of his head as we settled down. “I love hearing you call me that.”
Leith kept his gaze fixed on my chest, swirling his fingers through my chest hair. “I like saying it. I didn’t know how I felt about it. Before, I mean. But…” He shrugged and glanced up at me through his lashes. “You’re Daddy.”
I kissed his nose. “I’m your Daddy. That’s the important part.”
Leith wiggled closer and tossed his bad leg over my hip. He hissed and adjusted his position. To make it easier on him, I rolled onto my back so he could settle against me. It took him another few seconds to get comfortable, the top of his head tucked under my chin.
“This is just the beginning, yes?”
I hugged him tightly. “Just try and get rid of me.”