Chapter 8
Eight
Reed
I rolled over in my bed and smacked into Kingston.
I didn’t recall him coming to my bed last night even though I’d invited him.
He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling as he lay next to me.
I admired the cut of his muscles, his arms and torso, thinking about how incredibly handsome he was.
We weren’t shy with compliments but the way he’d been talking last night upped my attraction to him.
Why the hell hadn’t I said something years ago?
I stopped the spiral. It no longer mattered.
We’d both been in different relationships over the years, and thinking about all the whys wouldn’t help.
His eyes flickered open and he caught me staring.
I swallowed hard, trying to calm my raging hormones.
I wanted him to devour me in every way possible.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.
“Morning. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Mmmhmm. Lay back down.”
“King–”
“I need another hour or so and I want you wrapped around me.”
Well, that did it. I shifted my body so I was laying with my head on his chest. “I’ll try to be quiet.”
“Good boy. It’s so much better when you listen the first time.”
I thought I knew what Kingston was getting at, but we weren’t in a dynamic yet. “Just because I listened, doesn’t mean I’ll do it all the time. We aren’t in a relationship where you’re in charge.”
“Right. That’s sort of what Eli said last night, but her tune changed.”
“Spill it.”
“No demands, Reed. I need more sleep.”
I left him alone for almost twenty minutes but I couldn’t let his statement go without some clarification. Thinking about what on earth could have happened between him and Eloise left me tossing and turning.
“We need to talk, King.”
“Either let me sleep or I’m going to the guest room.”
That wasn’t what I wanted at all! Lying next to him, close to his chest brought so much warmth to my body and it wasn’t just physical. “No, don’t go. Please?”
“Then be quiet.”
He was serious. I resigned myself to remaining in bed cuddling him, happy and content to be held. Unfortunately my thoughts returned to Eloise, and I could not stop wild possibilities from spiraling through my brain.
“You have things to explain,” I said in an exasperated tone.
Kingston opened his eyes, threading his fingers into my hair flush against my scalp and tugging. The action arched my neck and a whimper tore from my lips. It pissed me off as much as it turned me on.
“Are you sure you want to battle, Reed?”
I did. So help me, I did. Yanking my head away from his hand, I positioned myself far from his reach.
Kingston moved and immediately grabbed my shoulders and pinned me underneath him, his strong thighs keeping me against the mattress.
I was no wilting flower, but he handled me like I was.
I should have known his job kept him in great shape.
Even hours at the gym didn’t keep me as fit as he apparently was.
Struggling under his weight did nothing but tire me out.
Kingston leaned into me, his breath fanning across my face.
He was so fucking hot it should be a crime.
His rock-hard dick pressed against my thigh, and the feeling of it there made my mouth water.
Sure, I’d had fantasies about him in the past but having him on top of me was never one I imagined.
“Are you done, babyboy?”
His husky tone drove me utterly feral. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. That he called me ‘babyboy’ made the moment even hotter.
“No! Get off me.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“You’re my best friend. You can’t be my Daddy. Okay?”
“Do you think I don’t have what it takes to be your Dominant or is it something else?”
“I’m so stressed out, King. I don’t want you to see the way I’ve been dealing with my shit.
I’m embarrassed. If you start peeling back the layers you’re going to see that I’m not a good partner.
I certainly can’t be a good Dominant to Eli.
And that’s not even addressing her desire for a Daddy.
I want to be everything she needs, but I can barely take care of my own stuff. ”
“Give it to me. Give me all the bullshit trapped in your head. I will handle it. I’ll hold you accountable for the stuff that’s been bringing you down. The crap that’s been making you stressed out. We’ll figure out what Eli needs and the three of us will be just fine.”
“I can’t put that pressure on you!”
“You aren’t putting pressure on me. Trust me enough to take care of you.”
“You’ve… you’ve sort of been doing that for a while. Haven’t you?” The realization hit me sideways like a ton of freaking bricks.
Kingston said nothing, letting me gather my thoughts. I wondered what he really thought about my behavior last night, but he didn’t mince words. No, if he was worried about the way I spoke or handled things, he’d tell me.
“Subtly I think you’ve been checking in on me.
Bringing me meals when it’s late and I haven’t eaten anything all day but a protein bar and two energy drinks.
Asking me what I’m doing on my days off.
Hell, you practically carried me into the shower a few weeks ago because I wound up working remotely without any breaks for several days in a row. ”
Kingston nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping an eye on you. To address something else, I’d never judge you for the way you’ve been struggling, Reed. I’d never do that.”
“I can’t call you Daddy.”
“You can with the right motivation,” he said, chuckling.
“You think a red ass and an orgasm will change my mind? That I’ll suddenly morph into your good Little boy?”
He licked his lips and cocked an eyebrow. “It’s a start.”
Oh, fuck. I’d bitten off way more than I could chew.
Kingston made my dick rock-hard. I needed exactly what I’d just voiced out loud.
That I’d called myself a Little boy and he replied as if it weren’t a big reveal was something interesting as well.
He rolled off me and padded to the bathroom as if it were just another morning.
When he returned I retreated to the bathroom to avoid him.
King didn’t back down easily, not that I’d expected him to.
I used the bathroom, managing to wash my face and brush my teeth without letting my thoughts run wild.
Stepping back into my room, I saw him sitting on my bed holding a leather paddle.
He smirked when he saw me looking at him and patted his thigh.
“Let’s see if we can get you in a better mood, Reed. Then we’ll have breakfast and you can work on your assignments.”
Apparently casually tossing a challenge in his direction was not the smartest idea. Instead of battling, since I’d already thrown a lot at him, I placed myself across his thighs. Fuck. My best friend was really going to spank me.
“I’m nervous, King.”
“Given your current position, I’d like you to call me Sir.”
“I haven’t been spanked in a long time, Sir.”
“You have your colors, babyboy. I know your safeword.”
He lowered my lounge pants and my boxer briefs to my thighs. I braced myself but I still wasn’t ready. The first smack of what I figured would be many hits against my sit-spots. “Fuck.”
“Been a while since you’ve been spanked, hm?”
He was right. But it was more than that. He had spanked me once many years ago. Being held by him was a different beast. “Longer than I’d like,” I said quietly.
“Don’t worry. I have a feeling you and my lap are going to be very well acquainted over the next few weeks.”
I shouldn’t have loved his answer, but I did. Our long-standing friendship made it easier for me to surrender to the knowing that he’d handle me this way when things overwhelmed me. “Yes, Sir.”
He rubbed my ass a few times before picking up speed.
Every time his palm cracked against my skin, I jumped then relaxed.
Kingston paused the onslaught to run his fingers along my spine.
It was a reprieve, albeit short-lived. I heard him lift the paddle and braced for the sting.
It didn’t disappoint. Slow targeted strikes gave me the delicious painful pleasure I’d sought for so long.
“Good boy,” he growled.
Oh, that did it. Hearing him call me a good boy was officially my new favorite thing. “I really would like to be.”
“When we’re finished I hope you remember that you are.” He struck the fuller curves of my ass, measuring his swings to deliver exactly what I needed.
I let the pain make all of the bullshit I’d been holding onto ebb away.
My worries, fears, and insecurities faded.
I pushed up to meet his hand while he spoke in hushed tones, encouraging me and praising me.
Kingston was exactly the sort of Dominant I’d been needing in my life.
I knew without a doubt that he would never judge me for anything, whether it was work crap or personal entanglements. It wasn’t his way.
The spanking continued on for a little longer until I begged for a release.
“There we go, babyboy. Now your body is all soft and pliable against my thighs. Well, almost all of you.”
He reached in between my legs and stroked my rock-hard cock.
“Do you want me to suck you off or fuck you?”
His question dropped me back into reality. Kingston tugged my pants off completely, leaving me in just my underwear then sat me on his lap.
“What?” I’d been in a blissful state of submission.
“There are lots of different ways I can give you an orgasm. Pick one.”
“Please fuck me, Sir?”
“Good choice. Strip and get on all fours, facing away from me.”
I scrambled into position, nearly tearing my briefs off in my hurry to do as he told me. King grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and took off his boxers.
“Do you prefer I use a condom?”
“No, Sir. It’s not necessary. Unless you want one, of course.”
“No condom. Damn. You look so incredibly sexy waiting for me with your ass all red.”