Chapter 16
Bastian
Improve…no.
Orders…yes.
“Who’s the only one who gets to touch this ass?” Giving it another firm pat to test the waters and let him have a taste of what was to come, I kept my voice low and growly because it was definitely turning him on.
Knees wobbling kind of turned on.
“You…I…” Whatever he was going to say was lost as I squeezed one wonderfully firm, sexy cheek. He moaned, but it took a long few moments and one more pat to get his brain going again. “You, Master. My body is yours.”
So. Fucking. Sexy.
I’d remind myself later that it was just pretend, so for the moment I soaked up the feeling of owning him completely.
“You need a reminder of that.” Turning him around quickly, I kept a tight hold of his hips to keep him upright as he sucked in a breath and his eyes went wide. “How does your Master remind you of your place?”
I wanted to make sure we touched base on the idea one more time before I actually spanked him, but I shouldn’t have been worried. My naughty boy moaned out his answer and was looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “A spanking, Master.”
Yep, we were on the same page.
And since he’d already made it clear spankings were on bare bottoms, I felt fairly confident as I released him and reached for his belt.
It got another shiver from him, but he was quiet as I released it and slowly pulled it out of the loops. “These are for Masters, not sluts. No more.”
The spur-of-the-moment order had his mouth dropping open and his reaction left me wondering what he was thinking. We’d already discussed that object impact play of any sort was going to be something we tried later, but I couldn’t help stroking my fingers along the leather.
Orlando was so fascinated by whatever he was imagining, I folded the belt over and made it snap.
The sound was like lightning and had him sucking in another breath, but nothing in his eyes showed fear.
“That’s not a sound a slut gets to make.
It’s one they hear right before they feel it on their bottom.
So who is the only one who will wear a belt in this house? ”
Too much?
Wide eyes and a stunned stupid look didn’t give me much to go on, but I knew we were in the clear when his arms twitched and he put them behind his back.
“Good boy, slut. That pretty little thing belongs to me too.” Taking the still folded belt, I ran the looped end right over the bulge of his pants. “But you still need to answer my question. You don’t want me to ask twice.”
I’d do it if he hadn’t actually heard the question, but I needed to see what he’d say first.
“I… You…” Well, he’d tried, but every time I stroked the leather over him, he’d have to swallow and start again. Finally after a few more attempts, he squeezed his eyes shut like a kid hiding from something scary. “You, Master. You’re the only one who wears belts in this house.”
His legs wobbled a bit as the muscles in his arms bulged, probably because he was fighting to hold them back, but he stayed upright and left his obvious erection alone.
But even with all that good behavior I had to fight the urge to laugh as he mumbled something about rules and not understanding how sexy they’d be.
It seemed like someone on the internet hadn’t explained thoroughly enough that orders could be sexy as hell and he hadn’t appreciated that.
“Look at me, slut.” He needed to see what he was doing before I could put him over my lap. Perfect. When his eyes were open, I set the belt down where his head would be and reached for his pants. “It’s time for you to remember who you belong to.”
His brain was still slow on the uptake, but as I pushed his pants down to his thighs and took a nice long look at his bulge and tight briefs, it caught up with us again. “You. I belong to you, Master.”
No safeword and still playing along with the scene had me reaching for the sexy underwear and slowly easing it down to free his cock. “You let another man touch your ass wearing sexy, fuck-me undies? Naughty slut.”
They really were sexy on him and I could see appreciation flash in his eyes before he was lost to the scene again. “Just for you. I wore them just for you.”
Scoffing, I pushed them down to his thighs and left him half-naked and shaking for a few long moments.
When it’d cranked his desire up another few notches, I nodded toward his hard cock, a thick, nearly six inches if I was eyeing it correctly.
“Well, next time you dress up, slut, you’re going to remember this moment. ”
And he’d never be able to wear those sexy briefs for anyone else.
Oh well.
Orlando moaned and marveled at me again, but he didn’t say anything as I shifted him closer and it became obvious what he was supposed to do.
Bend over.
Just the idea that he was going across my lap had his cock jumping and he groaned as he bent over and stretched out over my lap.
He was just tall enough that I wasn’t sure about the mechanics of him actually being bent over my lap, but being on the couch didn’t seem to fuck with the fantasy of the spanking.
And I liked making sure he was secure, so it seemed like it was going to work for both of us…especially with the belt being the only thing he could focus on.
“Oh…” I was pretty sure his sexy exhale was related to that wonderful leather, but stroking my hand over his bare ass for the first time seemed to be an amazing new distraction for him based on the way he pressed his face into the couch. “Master…”
“Yes, slut. I’m your Master.” And his Master had to admit to wanting to fuck with him and stretch out the beginning of the spanking…but he wanted to be a good Dom even more. “And you’re going to remember that.”
The first spank brought color to his round ass and got a shocked inhale that was full of wonder. Whatever he was thinking seemed surprised, but no safeword, so I spanked his other cheek to even out the color and sensations.
I let the feelings sink in for a moment, caressing over his ass and making sure he realized I was right there with him. “Who do you belong to, slut?”
Giving one cheek a squeeze got another moan from him and he shivered as he rocked against my lap.
A sexy-as-fuck sign that he was still enjoying himself.
“You…” His careful breath seemed to be designed to steady himself, so I gave him two more spanks to keep him slightly off balance. “That’s…you’re…”
“I’m your Master.” Giving him another round of light spanks, I made sure to keep them gentle enough that he’d get the sound of the smack more than any actual pain. “And this sexy ass is mine.”
Mine.
For the moment, at least.
His cock seemed to agree with me based on how hard it still was, but his brains seemed scrambled and all he could do was nod as I spread the heat and pleasure out over his ass. “You…that’s…”
That still wasn’t a safeword or a complaint…at least not the way it was moaned out as he humped my lap.
It seemed like his first spanking was a success based on the way he was working my thighs.
“Who do you belong to, slut?” Spacing out the spanks, I alternated between squeezes and caresses as I let him race toward the finish. “Tell me.”
“You.” His gasped-out answer and the spank that was timed perfectly with it had his head coming off the couch. “You. I. You.”
“Good boy, slut.” Almost there. “Look at that belt. Do sluts get to wear a belt?”
His body jolted as he couldn’t help focusing on the simple but sexy object. I knew he’d never be able to look at it again without hearing that wonderful snap just based on the way he jerked and whined. “No…no…Masters wear…Masters wear belts here.”
Something about that just did it for him, so I stayed focused on it as we got closer to the end of his spanking. “What will I do if you come over with that on you like you’re the Master in this relationship?”
I thought I knew what he’d say, but the reality of it was so much better than I could’ve ever expected.
“You’ll…” His entire body seemed to clench and I could feel his orgasm just out of reach. All it took was one more right over the center of his ass where his pucker was barely peeking out between his full cheeks to throw him over.
As the pleasure crashed over him, he was still lost in the fantasy of it. “You’ll. Bend. And. It. You’ll."
Orlando seemed to think he’d gotten the full fantasy out based on how he crashed into the cushion in relief and let his orgasm take him over the edge.
It seemed like he’d imagined me bending him over right there and using the belt on him, and that was clearly a lot sexier of a fantasy than I would’ve imagined.
It still seemed to be floating through his mind as he finally wore himself out and went boneless over me, but my adorable cutie was never at a loss for words. “I…I think I understand.”
Was that it?
No.
“Scene fantasy versus reality.” He didn’t seem to have noticed how long of a pause he’d taken in the middle of that thought, but I was glad he’d given me more information.
“With the belt?” When his head jerked like he was trying to nod, I kept up my slow caresses and tried to go with what I thought his point had been. “Yes, it seemed like a fun adlib in the moment but we both knew that we weren’t going to actually try any impact play with implements this time.”
And I was very glad he remembered that part.
“I…I could pretend, though, and…and my brain tried to make me think it was coming.” Stretching, Orlando didn’t seem to be second-guessing anything as he rolled onto his side and snuggled into me. “Brains are weird. Everyone says so.”
Hmm.
That didn’t seem quite as big any longer.
“They are.” Shifting to a simpler explanation, I stroked my hands over his back and down to his ass as we cuddled. “But they’re fun too as long as we remember what’s real and what’s pretend.”
Nodding, Orlando purred like a cat as he arched his back out for more pets. “Spanks were real. Belt was pretend. Scary pretend but not really scary.”
“That’s right. Scary pretend can send shivers through us and make happy time even more fun, but we don’t have to make it real.
” Just because he loved his spanking didn’t mean he’d want to explore something like a belt, but there were other thuddy kinds of play that I thought he’d enjoy.
“And we have our lists and talks to make sure we both know what’s pretend and what’s real. ”
If pretending that I seemed to own him could be considered reality.
“Real is fun.” Wiggling his bottom, he giggled when I gave it a squeeze. “That wasn’t big scary. I’m glad…I’m glad my internet people were right. Sometimes they’re right. Sometimes they’re not.” He shrugged and his oh well kind of expression had me trying not to laugh. “They were right this time.”
“I’m glad.” But we were going to come back to the whole the internet was right conversation another time. “We’ll try new things, and if we like it, we’ll keep it on your list. If we don’t like it, we’ll mark it as a no.”
“Lists are nice.” Closing his eyes, Orlando rubbed his face against my side as he yawned. “I’m not tired. I…I get…I get another reward.”
And he wasn’t going to forget it.
“I know. You’re going to get lots of rewards tonight because you were a very good boy.
” He didn’t seem to need to hear the list again, so I stayed focused on our current plans.
“And I know you’re not tired, but I have a bedtime surprise for you, so we’re just going to pretend it’s late enough for bedtime stuff. ”
He was tired and it was late enough for us to be thinking about bedtime, but that wouldn’t be helpful to point out or fun.
It did, however, get him to ease back and actually open his eyes. “Bedtime present?”
“Yes, once I’ve gotten enough cuddles from my sweet boy, I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the surprise.”
I hadn’t been sure what kind of aftercare he’d need, but it seemed to be very little based on how he started to wiggle.
Somehow his pants had ended up wrapped around his knees and Trippy didn’t appreciate it. His frown and the way he was glaring at them were adorable, but he wasn’t going to put up with it for long. “I’m stuck, Daddy. I need. I need my. I’m stuck.”
He needed his reward.
Got it.
“I’ll help.” It was like holding an octopus, though. “Stop wiggling. If you fall and get a booboo you’ll have to wait for your present.”
That threat was serious enough to make him go still and give me wide eyes. “I’m your good boy, Daddy.”
Did he think saying that would make it true?
“Well, let’s remember that good boys stay safe.” With our luck, he’d end up with a concussion or worse and we’d have to tell his family what we’d been doing. “That means no falling off the couch.”
And it meant we’d shift scenes like this to the bed if he was going to end up little and squirming.
“I’m your good boy, Daddy.” That wasn’t agreeing to anything I’d said, but I decided not to point that out as he kissed my cheek. “Your very good boy.”
Manipulative little brat.
But since I was starting to think he really was my adorable brat, I was going to let him get away with it for a bit longer.
At least until I got more cheek kisses and cuddles.