Consequences
JON
We were supposed to arrive at our destination this evening, but I decided we’d rent a room for one more night.
First, I needed a moment to appreciate that Cooper was safe.
Second, I needed to give him the handling he’d been asking for.
Third, I needed to fuck him.
He was quiet at the front desk, drumming the counter nervously as we waited for our key. His bravado had disappeared on the way, replaced by a deliciously needy scent that was tangled with arousal.
Inside the room, I made a show of locking the door. Then I leaned back and crossed my arms, just watching him, letting myself admire my boyfriend whose bratty ass I was going to spank until he cried.
Flustered, he lifted his chin and looked around the room with a forced nonchalance. “Nice place,” he said. “Gives Norman Bates vibes.”
I didn’t answer.
He smirked, excitement and trepidation warring on his face. “What? You’re just going to stare at me?”
I held his gaze until he was done smirking.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to do more than that. Strip.”
He drew a sharp breath, hesitating for a second. I raised my brow. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Alpha, sir,” he muttered, fumbling with the button of his denim shorts.
I reached him in two strides, pulling him against me. “What was that?”
He blinked.
“No-nothing.” As his clothes hit the carpet, his scent intensified—a wave of slick fragrance that made focusing difficult. His skin was a deep, feverish pink. He trembled under my scrutiny.
“Bend over that desk,” I commanded.
“Desk?” He bit his lip nervously. “I thought—”
“You thought what?”
I knew exactly what he’d thought. But this time, there’d be no friction, nothing to rub himself against. He wouldn’t have the luxury of my lap. This was pure discipline.
“Hands on the desk the whole time.”
“Jon—”
I shook my head.
“Arch your back.”
He went still for a second, but then dropped his spine, creating a deep curve that offered him up to me perfectly.
“You’re going to count every hit out loud.”
He let out a small whimper.
“O-okay.” Eyes wide, he looked at me. “Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes.”
He shivered.
“If you let go of the desk, I’ll start over, got it?”
He gave a tiny nod.
I caressed his bare ass, warming him up. Then I lifted his chin, making him look at me.
“Color?”
There was no hesitation on his face. “Green.”
Smack.
The sound echoed in the quiet room.
“Ouch!” He sounded equally indignant and delighted, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the desk. “That hurt!”
“Good. Count.”
“O-one.”
Smack.
“Fuck! Two.”
“I told you there’d be consequences,” I said, my voice steady. “Didn’t I?”
“Yes,” he whispered, his throat flushed.
“And you said you wanted to enjoy the journey.”
Smack.
“You enjoying it now?”
“Yes,” he moaned, his back arching into the sting.
“I mean—three.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
I reached out and wiped it away with my thumb.
The rhythmic thud of my palm against his flushed skin and him gasping the numbers were the only sounds in the room.
I let each slap land harder than the previous one.
His earlier attitude was completely gone.
“Jon,” he breathed.
“I know,” I said quietly.
Smack.
“Se–seven . . . it hurts.”
I paused to massage the red spots, my palm hot against his skin. “Will you listen to me next time?”
“No.”
Smack.
By the thirteenth slap, he finally broke down.
“I’m sorry!” He was crying in earnest. “I will—will listen to you.”
Slick ran down his thighs, and the air was heavy with the scent of his submission. He was still bent over the desk, breathing unevenly, fingers gripping the edge.
“Come here.”
Carefully, I held him. His legs were unsteady, and he leaned into me, seeking comfort. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him, soothing him. My thumb swept under his eye, catching a tear before it fell. “It’s okay. You did so good.”
A relieved breath left him.
“You understand why I did this?” I asked.
“I was being stupid. I didn’t get in the car,” he whispered.
“Reckless, not stupid,” I corrected. “You put yourself in danger.”
Another nod. This one was more certain.
“I’m sorry,” he said again. He sounded sincere, but his eyes mirrored the desire I felt. I could practically see the lust glistening in his tears.
He glanced down at the bulge in my sweats.
“You want that?” I asked, my dick hardening further at the idea of sinking into Cooper’s eager mouth.
He nodded instantly. “Please.”
That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed a pillow to put under his knees before guiding him down. He peeled away my sweats and boxers, his own cock already leaking.
My fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair as he sucked on the sensitive tip before swallowing me down eagerly.
Fuck, it felt good. I’d never get used to the wet heat of his mouth.
My head fell back in pleasure, and my hips bucked forward until he gagged.
I was going to pull back, but he wouldn’t let me.
Giving me a stubborn glare, he managed to relax his throat.
This was the third time we’d done this, and he was already so good.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “I love how greedy you get for me.”
He bobbed his head with fierce determination, spit dribbling down his jaw as I fucked deeper into his throat.
“Easy,” I said, pulling back when he made a choking sound and gurgled around me. “Breathe.”
He rested for a few seconds before swallowing me down again. His hand moved rhythmically on himself. I was so close—had been from the start, to be honest—and seeing Cooper jerking off with my cock rammed in his throat made my balls tighten almost painfully.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” I grunted before gripping his hair.
Holding him steady, I began to really fuck his face, and the sound of my balls slapping against his chin and Cooper’s wet moans took me over the edge.
I came with a hoarse gasp. Cooper came all over himself before I’d even pulled out.
He wiped a hand across his mouth, totally wrecked.
He looked a mess—red-faced and tear-streaked—but the smirk he gave me was the smuggest I’d ever seen.
“Did you like my apology?” he asked, leaning back in to lick me clean with a slow stroke of his tongue. “Because I sure liked these consequences, Alpha.”
I let out a quiet laugh, feeling slightly out of breath and weak in the knees myself.
“Yeah. Your mouth feels so goddamn good,” I told him, hooking my hands under his arms and hoisting him up. He gave me another self-satisfied smile, but his limbs were growing heavy and loose. He was completely spent. He leaned against me, trusting me with all his vulnerable softness.
“Let’s take a shower,” I murmured, kissing his forehead. “Then you need to eat.”
“I need to eat or you need to feed me?” he managed to ask, the attitude reassuring me he was perfectly alright, just tired.
“Both.”
I set the water temperature to warm, not hot, so his ass wouldn’t sting. I put his hands on the wall so he could lean against it.
“Stay here. I’ll get the toiletry bag.”
Soon, I was washing him gently and massaging his scalp. He let out an exhausted sigh.
“I’m tired.”
“I know. I’ve got you.”
I reached for the water bottle I’d also brought, pulling him away from the spray so he could drink.
He drank greedily, his throat working as I held the bottle for him, and I watched his face for any signs that I’d pushed him too far.
When he noticed what I was doing, he rolled his eyes, which calmed me more than anything he could have said.
I was meticulous when I toweled him dry, my movements tender and—let’s face it—bordering on worship. Finally, I laid my hand over his red skin, the warmth radiating through my palm.
“Does it still hurt?”
“A little,” he admitted. “But I think I learned my lesson. For today at least. And maybe for tomorrow too, because I am sore.”
Laughing, I lowered myself to kiss the tip of his nose. It felt ridiculous, but then again, Cooper had a very kissable nose.
After the shower—and the pizza we ordered—we settled on the bed. Once we were under the covers, Cooper burrowed into me, tucking his face into the crook of my neck.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he went limp against me. “Even if I act stupid in parking lots.”
“Not a chance,” I said, pulling him closer. “I’m keeping you.”
He fell asleep almost instantly, his deep rhythmic breathing lulling me to sleep soon after.