16. Corbin
CORBIN
I fisted my hands in the covers, yanking and pulling at them as I struggled. Beau believed I could take this, but I wasn’t sure. All my instincts told me to fight instead of giving in to him. Yet somehow, even though it hurt, it felt so good, so right.
“Breathe, baby.”
I was trying to, but everything seemed so overwhelming. I didn’t feel in control of anything, and that was scary as hell. Even in the dangerous situations I’d faced before, I believed I could make them turn out fine. Right then, I didn’t know if I could do what Beau wanted me to.
How was I supposed to relax? Why was part of me enjoying it? If I enjoyed it, was it really punishment? Was the real punishment Beau making me feel so out of control, so helpless?
Beau stopped and rubbed his hand over my sore ass. “You look beautiful with my handprints on you.”
“It fucking hurts.”
“It’s supposed to, but I feel how hard you are. It’s okay to enjoy it too.”
I shook my head and tried to pull away from his hold. It was useless. His arm was like an iron bar.
“I’m not going to let you go. We’re going to finish this, so take a deep breath.”
I wanted to refuse, to tell him he had no right to touch me this way, that he couldn’t control me, that I wanted him to leave and expected Remington’s car to be there first thing in the morning.
But that would mean this was over, and that wasn’t what I wanted.
Beau was right. Somehow I needed this. I needed him.
I drew in a long, slow breath, forcing my body to be still.
“Good boy. Now exhale.”
I did, sinking against him and letting go of some of the tension I’d been holding. He caressed my back and massaged my shoulders.
“Better. Do it again.”
I wanted to make him proud, so I drew in another breath and focused on the rhythm of his hand as he slid it up and down my spine. I let myself enjoy the pain his other hand delivered as he squeezed my sore ass, holding me like he owned me.
I exhaled, and just as I began to fully relax, his hand smacked my ass again.
He didn’t give me any more breaks. He spanked me over and over, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes slapping the backs of my thighs.
I was on fire, but I wanted more. I arched my back, reaching for his hand, and worked my hips using his thigh to give my cock the friction I needed.
I was so close. I could totally come like this. I could come with him spanking me as I lay over his lap, naked while he was still dressed, while he told me exactly what to do, controlling me, owning me. I fucking loved it.
“That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back.”
I realized I was whimpering, whining, begging. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, and I was confident the noises would embarrass the fuck out of me if I was actually able to think. My world had narrowed to Beau’s hand on my ass and my need to come.
He gave me one more harsh blow, then he was lifting me off his lap and laying me down on the bed. I hastily wiped away the tears that had gathered in my eyes. It was embarrassing enough how I responded to him. I wasn’t going to fucking cry on top of it.
Beau stripped, and my eyes feasted on his big, gorgeous body, his wide shoulders, his thick chest and abdomen, and his thighs that looked like tree trunks. He was so distracting I almost forgot to be embarrassed.
He joined me on the bed and brushed my damp cheeks with his thumbs. “It’s okay, baby. Punishment makes people emotional.”
“I… I don’t…” I closed my eyes and turned my face into the comforter.
He ran his hand over my hair. “I was right, wasn’t I? This was exactly what you needed.”
I nodded. I couldn’t lie to him, not after the connection I’d felt. It was like he’d touched my soul. I hadn’t been prepared for that at all. I thought he would spank me hard and then fuck me roughly. I’d been okay with the idea of pain, but this was so much more.
Beau nuzzled my neck. “You’re not going to forget this lesson, are you?”
I shook my head without looking at him or making a sound.
“You’re going to feel it for a while. Tomorrow, while you’re at the shop, you won’t be able to stop thinking about your punishment. I want you to wear a jockstrap so you’ll feel the rough fabric of your coveralls rubbing against your sore ass as you move around.”
I turned my head to the side and finally looked at him. “Damn, Beau. You really do want to torment me.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I do, and you love it.”
I couldn’t deny it. “I want you to fuck me now.”
“You think you deserve that?”
“You punished me already. That was enough. Now I want you to put your cock in my ass and make me come. I want you to use me, to ride me hard like that’s what I deserve.”
He took hold of my hands and pulled me until I was sitting up. I winced at the pressure on my ass.
“I am going to fuck you, and I’m not going to be gentle. Neither of us wants that. You took your punishment well, and that’s all I expected of you. Me fucking you? That’s about pleasure. It’s what we both need.”
I stared at him. Did he really mean that?
He took my face in his hands, and the intensity of the emotion in his eyes made me dizzy.
“When I said you needed to earn my respect, that you needed to earn the right to be with me, I meant you needed to stop being a brat and show me you had some discipline. That’s all about your actions.
You, as a person, are enough. You deserve everything.
Disciplining you is about your attitude, not about the person you are. ”
“But I am a spoiled brat, and I…”
“You’re working on it. When you agreed to work at the shop, I knew right then I was wrong about you. You were willing to work for what you wanted. You just didn’t expect anyone to give you a chance.”
My mouth fell open. How the hell did he see so deep inside me? I was close to crying again.
“Hands and knees,” Beau ordered, his voice rough as if he knew I couldn’t handle any more emotional bullshit.
I turned over, quickly getting into position.
“Where’s the lube?”
“In there.” I flailed my hand in the general direction of my bedside table, then I had a terrible realization. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on PrEP, and I get tested regularly. It’s your choice, but I’d love to go bare with you.”
Oh God. The thought of him inside me with nothing between us was almost too much. “You do? I mean, I… Me too… What you said… I’m safe. I would never endanger you.”
“No, I don’t think you would. Your brother values my skills too much.”
I turned around and scowled at him. “You know that’s not why I want you safe.”
He placed a finger on my lips. “Is that a yes? You want me inside you with no barrier separating us. You want to feel my cum leaking from your ass while I watch it run down your legs?”
“Jesus, yes.”
“Don’t move,” he demanded.
I stayed exactly as I was, ass in the air, arms wrapped around a pillow, head against it. Open. Exposed. Ready to let him have me in any way he wanted.
I kept questioning what made this so hot? What made me want him as badly as I did. Was it really because he didn’t just give me what I wanted? He didn’t make it easy. He didn’t let me get away with whatever I wanted to do.
“Stop thinking,” Beau ordered. He slicked up his fingers and slid them along my ass crack.
This was going to hurt, not just because his cock was as big as the rest of him but because my ass throbbed and burned from the spanking. Beau hadn’t seemed to care that was my first spanking. He hadn’t gone easy on me. At least I hoped he hadn’t. It sure as hell hadn’t felt like it.
He teased me, circling my hole with a finger, then pushing in just enough to make me anticipate the stretch before returning to circle that sensitive skin.
“Please,” I begged. My dick ached with need, and I was sure there was a pool of precum underneath me. “I don’t want to wait.”
“You never want to wait for what you want.”
I huffed. “Nobody does.”
“True, but some of us are used to it. Some of us have had to. I think you should experience that too.”
“I’ve been waiting since last night, dammit.”
He smacked my ass again, and I yelped. Fire spread across my tender skin. “You said…” I paused to suck in air. “You said you were done with that.”
“I said I was done punishing you for what you did earlier. That doesn’t mean you won’t need punishment again.”
“Fuck.”
“Just relax and enjoy this.”
“You said that about the fucking spanking.”
“And you loved it.”
I pressed my face into the pillow and muffled a scream of frustration.
Beau just laughed. “If you don’t want to be punished anymore, stay still.
” He brushed teasing fingers across my taint, then he gripped my balls, tugging and giving me just enough pain to feel good.
I waited for his hand to close around my cock, but it didn’t.
He trailed his fingers down my inner thigh, sweeping up and down, until I was shaking with the effort to hold myself still.
He took hold of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, making me gasp at the sting.
“You’re so gorgeous like this, open for me, ready, desperate.”
I bit the pillow to keep from saying anything.
Beau pushed two fingers into me. The stretch was delicious as he worked them deeper. I squirmed, unable to stay still. I needed more. I needed him buried inside me, and I needed his cock even more.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“I love how eager you are.”
“Of course I’m fucking eager. You’ve had me hard all day.”
“That was the idea. I wanted you to really appreciate this.”
“I fucking appreciate it, okay. Just please fuck me.”
He laughed again as he gripped my hips and jerked me back up onto my knees.
“You think you’re ready for this?” he asked, brushing the tip of his cock over my hole.
“God, yes.”
“Think you can take it all?”
Was he kidding? I didn’t care how much it hurt. I didn’t care if it felt like he was splitting me in two. I needed him. Every. Fucking. Inch. “Put it in me, Beau. I need it.”