Chapter 28
Agent Murphy
He was a beautiful brat…and it was a good reminder I still hadn’t managed to figure out what his favorite books were.
“Making sure you remember how hard I worked to correct your behavior is going to make me very happy.” Because he was going to get turned on every time he remembered going over my lap tonight. “Are you going to go over my lap like a good boy so I can help you remember to be polite?”
He nodded slowly, but the way his body shivered and the spike in desire coming through the bond showed how aroused the game was making him. “I’ll try, Daddy.”
“Well, what happens to boys who do their best to be good for their spankings?” We both knew the answer to this question but I loved the way it made his entire body clench.
“They get a reward, Daddy.” He was still trying to be subtle and play along, but random thoughts about being empty and how good it would feel to have me inside of him said what kind of reward he was imagining.
“I’m glad you remember that.” And that we were both on the same page with what his reward would look like. “I want you to think about your reward while I’m spanking your bottom. I think that will make it easier for you.”
It’d make him squirm at the very least.
And to push that along, I imagined sinking deep into him.
His moan and the way his hips rocked against me said I could be helpful too, but I waited until he was steady again to relax my hold on him and reach for his pants. Falling would not be sexy but he straightened his legs and looked adorably serious as I eased his pants down him.
“I…” Swallowing hard, he nodded slowly as I continued to strip off his clothes. “I’ll think about it, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He wasn’t exactly little, so I kissed his forehead and nose before moving down to his lips. “I’ll use the bond to help you focus on your reward too.”
Because I was an incredibly helpful Daddy.
He couldn’t seem to decide how to respond to that, so I was sweet and imagined how tight his body was going to feel around my cock. I must’ve done it better than I thought because his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and his hips thrust forward again as he let out a needy whine.
One that wasn’t nearly as manufactured that time.
“Come here, baby. Let’s get your bottom nice and warm, but don’t worry, I’ll do my best to keep you focused.” If I was lucky, he’d get hard every time he heard that word going forward. “Over my lap, baby.”
His legs were still wobbly and his eyes were glazed over like he wasn’t really living in the moment any longer, but he nodded and was steady enough for me to sit down on the bed. “I…I’ll be good.”
Rewarding him for trying as he settled over my lap, I imagined his tight heat again and pictured myself slowly rocking deeper into him. That was clear enough it had him spreading his legs and fucking my lap as he nearly collapsed onto me. “Daddy.”
It came out as more of a needy plea than an actual question, so I gave him his first spank and made a low, approving noise as he moaned and pressed his face into the bed. “Yes, that’s my good boy.”
And since good boys got rewards, I imagined fucking him again as I spanked his other cheek.
The combination seemed to take away his ability to speak out loud, but emotions and random thoughts floated through the bond as I started up a slow rhythm of spanks that would heat up his bottom and make him ache.
He was just as passionate about the idea of making love as I was, and every thought about how it would feel pulsed through him like a mental orgasm.
But even as he whined and rocked against me, nothing coming through the bond said he’d changed his mind about being on the receiving end of our lovemaking.
Klynn had been comfortable with the idea when I’d brought it up the other day, but desires could shift in the heat of the moment…or the heat of a spanked bottom.
“Such a good boy and such a pretty bottom.” Making sure he could feel how turned on he made me and how much I loved seeing him submit this way, I did my best to keep a clear head with my feelings for him front and center.
“I can’t wait to reward you, baby. I know you’re going to remember to be my good boy, aren’t you? ”
He managed to nod but even his thoughts were too scrambled to give me a clear response. I heard bits of random ideas and felt a beautiful range of emotions but there wasn’t enough working brain cells to manipulate me.
“Daddy.”
Well, unless I counted the desperate way he said my name.
“Daddy.”
The sexy way he called to me said how much he was feeling but it wasn’t enough on its own to let me know what he wanted. But luckily for me, the bond gave me a wonderful peek into his desperation, and the way he spread his legs and pushed his ass up was a good hint too.
And a sexy one.
I must’ve thought that louder than I thought because he managed a giggle as he started to shake.
“I’ll remember, Daddy. I’ll remember. Yes. I’ll remember.”
That was good to know, but I thought it had more to do with wanting to come than anything to do with manners.
At the very least it let me know he’d come to the end of his rope as far as holding back went, so I slowed the spankings even though I was still flooding the bond with how sexy and special he was.
That seemed to be just as erotic as the spanking itself and made me wonder if I could make him come just by using the bond.
“Yes, Daddy. You could.”
Chuckling would’ve been the wrong thing to do, but his exhausted and still needy tone was cuter than he realized. I held most of it back and his lack of grumbling said it hadn’t been clear through our bond. “That’s going to be fun, baby.”
It was going to be a lot of fun.
Kneading his pink cheeks, I moaned softly as his opening kept peeking in and out as he barely humped my lap. “I could stretch you out on the bed and barely caress you as I teased you through the bond.”
Keeping up the firm touch with one hand, I reached over to the nightstand-like shelf he’d added to his room to give me a place to put my stuff and picked up the lube.
Needing both hands to get it out, I practiced using the bond more deeply and imagined wrapping my hand around his shaft and slowly jerking him off.
Oh.
The way he cried out said I’d done better than I’d expected and he didn’t even seem to realize when I’d stopped playing with his bottom.
“I could tie you to the bed and not touch you at all…your body would be aching for my hands and tongue, but your mind would be filled with pinches and kisses and how good it would feel to have my lips wrapped around your little head.”
Part of him was little enough that he wanted to giggle but the rest of him that was ready for very grown-up things moaned and pushed his bottom up to me again. “Yes, I think you like that idea.”
Wanting to distract him again, I imagined tightening my hold on his cock as I pressed one finger against his opening. “I’d make it feel like I was pinching your nipples and sinking deep into you in one long thrust.”
Just like I was doing with my finger.
“You’d feel stretched and claimed. I could make you feel my lips pressing kisses all over you as my fingers stretched you and made you whine for more.” I wasn’t sure if the kissing part was coming through perfectly, but he was enjoying himself enough that I wasn’t going to worry about it.
No, the way he was pushing his bottom up and moaning as I added another finger said I was doing something right. “I’d imagine you spreading your legs and begging to be filled by Daddy.”
“Yes. That. Filled.”
His frantic tone and the way he’d finally grasped at real words had me fighting back another smile.
“That, Daddy. Yes. You’re. You’re so smart. Yes.”
If he wanted it enough to start trying to butter me up, I wasn’t going to make him jump through hoops to get it.
“Show me, baby. Show me how much you want to be filled by Daddy.” The slightly vague instructions had him scrambling up on all fours like he’d been waiting for years for the order.
He seemed to know exactly what he wanted, so as he positioned himself beside me, I sat up and stripped as fast as I could. The only thing coming through the bond was desperation and desire, and I had a feeling he’d shift to pissed-off little if I dragged my feet.
I could feel that side of him barely being held back and it was incredible to be able to feel through the bond. But I knew I could marvel at it later when I held him and kissed his neck and picked apart every emotion I could feel through the bond.
For now, I shifted between his legs and ran my hands up his back as I rocked my cock between his sexy cheeks. “That’s my good boy. You just have to relax and let me claim my mate.”
He let out a low whimper as I eased inside of him for the first time but I knew it wasn’t about pain. No, my boy liked pain. But thinking about me finally accepting that I was his mate was overwhelming him.
“My sweet mate.” Rocking into him, I moaned as he sent through incredible feelings of being owned and claimed and filled with his mate.
“My boy.” Bottoming out, I went still and ran my hands over his bottom and up his back, pushing through the bond how incredible it was to understand I was his Daddy.
“Mine for all time.” As he tightened around me and whined again, I thought about how long I’d waited for him without ever knowing what I was searching for.
“Yours for all time.” Finally letting go, I made love to him faster, filling him up physically with every thrust and mentally with every thought.
And as much as I loved the way his body gripped me tight and the sounds he made, nothing would ever compare to feeling his emotions and hearing all his wonderfully random thoughts.
I had him inside me.
I could feel the way his little side craved his Daddy and the way he loved having a partner in life he could share himself with. I could feel the echoes of the loneliness he felt for so long and how happy he’d been when he’d finally found me.
And as he came for me, crying out with sounds in the room and emotions through the wide-open bond, I knew I would carry him around in me for all time.
One last thrust and the mental rush of everything he was feeling threw me over the edge, and for a split-second, I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
I chased the pleasure for both of us as long as I could, but eventually we both went boneless and I found myself wrapped around him as aftershocks of pleasure fired through both of us physically and through the bond.
Knowing he didn’t want me to move, I kissed the back of his neck and held him tighter as I nuzzled against him. “I love you, my mate.”
His pleased sound would’ve made me smile, but it was mental strutting and his know-it-all tone that made me laugh. “I know. You’re my mate.”
I was.
“But?”
I was also going to be a pain in the ass and that thought earned me a giggle from my boy. “I love you too, Daddy.”
“That’s better.” My adorable brat was going to keep me on my toes. “I knew it too, but it’s still good manners to give me the words. That’s the rules.”
He giggled, pressing his face into the bed as his little side snuck out. “Every day. That’s the rules.”
Sprinkling kisses over his neck and shoulders, everywhere I could reach without moving, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “You know what else is the rules?”
Klynn was barely holding back more laugher but he tried to sound serious as he shook his head. “What else, Daddy?”
“That grown-up time should be followed by snuggles, cookies, and bubble baths.” Because that’s just what made little boys feel loved. “I read it in a book.”
“So it has to be true.” Turning his head, Klynn puckered his lips together and gave me the cutest imitation of a grown-up kiss. “Books are the best…they helped me find you, Daddy.”
“Oh, baby, books or not, I’d have found you no matter how far apart our stories started.” There was no question about it. “I’m your mate. Nothing would’ve kept us apart.”
Because if mates were always compatible, I knew they’d always find a way to be together.
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