17. Chapter 17
Mason
Jinx is catching on to his submission like he was made for it.
He quickly learns and adapts. He resisted at first, while his past intruded, but he’s adjusting.
Watching a smile form on his face when he’s rewarded makes my heart beat a little faster.
He’s stunning when he smiles. It lights up his entire aura.
And the way he just opens up to me, not from his submission, but by talking about himself.
The amount of trust he’s giving me—more than I deserve right now—leaves me in awe.
It also tells me that perhaps I chose right, getting back into this.
I fucking missed it. I hadn’t realized how much until Jinx came into my life.
He was a perfect sub today. Not one quip. Not one snarky comment. Only pure obedience. For that, I let him ride Black Beauty, as he’d asked. I also promised him I’d worship his body tonight.
For now, I sit on the fence outside, dressed in a coat and beanie, sipping coffee from my thermos, as I watch Jinx ride my girl. He looks good in my cowboy hat.
Her gait is smooth, and he has full control of her. He pushes her a bit faster before they jump over a hurdle as part of an obstacle course. Jinx has also been wearing a huge smile lately. It seems he was made for nature and horseback riding as well. He looks like he’s been riding his entire life.
He clicks to her and pushes her to run before abruptly stopping and turning, testing out her abilities and reaction times.
Beauty was trained well. I paid a small fortune for it.
Watching Jinx shows not only his skill but also that of the ranch itself.
If they’re all trained this well, then I can probably trust them to train my incoming filly.
When he’s done, he has her trot over to me and stop. She huffs hot air from her nose and snorts. Jinx leans down and pats her neck. “What a good girl you are.” His pretty blue eyes, bright in the sunlight, look at me. “She’s amazing. So responsive.”
Just like you, I think to myself.
He looks sexy as a cowboy while also wearing my Carhartt.
“Thanks for letting me ride her.”
“You’re welcome.”
Jinx is still petting Beauty as he looks out at the mountains. “Do you think…”
“Finish what you’re going to say.”
His eyes land back on me. “Do you think you’d come if I asked you to stop by for Thanksgiving dinner next week?”
Beauty bobs her head and snorts again, as if answering for me. My heart flutters a little at his kindness. It’s unexpected but highly welcome. I wonder if he realizes I spend the holidays alone each year. If he truly wants me to go, then I will. “Would your family be okay with me being there?”
He shrugs. “I’ll ask, but I’m sure it’s fine.”
“I mean, are they okay with you and me?”
“Who gives a crap? It’s my life. Not theirs,” he snaps.
I should punish him for that, and I will. For now, I say, “But they also care and worry about you.”
“I’m a big fucking boy.”
I’m curious if he ever asks them for help. Jinx is clearly stubborn in a lot of ways, which is understandable after all he’s been through. I can see Jinx refusing to let anyone in, which makes it all the more powerful that he lets me see all his sides.
“Careful with your words, Jinx. I’m already going to punish you for snapping at me.”
“But… but I wasn’t… not at you.”
“Plus, you used an expletive.”
“I… I didn’t… That’s not fair! It wasn’t at you.”
“And now you’re arguing.”
His mouth snaps shut, and he sags in the saddle.
“You know the rules. Go to the stable, remove everything from Beauty, put it away, and let her roam in the pasture with the others. Then I want you back in that stable, facing the wall. There’s a section with several hooks screwed in.
You’re going to place your bracelets on a hook with your pants and underwear down.
You will wait like that for me until I come for you. ”
“Yessir,” he groans.
I smile at his back as he mopes away, riding Beauty back to the stables.
Once Beauty runs off after being put in the pasture, Jinx heads back into the stables and waits for me. I set the timer on my phone for ten minutes, giving him time to think about his words and actions. No better lesson than standing there, ass out and exposed. He should be warm enough in there.
My phone beeps when the time is up, so I hop off the fence and head toward the stables, ambling my way, taking my time.
I slide the barn door open, step inside, and close it behind me.
Jinx is halfway down, arms up and hooked.
His pants are down as I’d asked, the coat hanging next to him.
What a stunning sight he is. He looks sexy in my cowboy hat, bare ass, and cock hanging out.
My own dick swells from noticing he’s hard.
So beautifully submissive. He doesn’t want to be punished, but he’ll do it for me.
I had plans for him in this barn today, but this is even better.
Stepping behind him, I drag my fingers across his ass, which is cold in the air. He shudders and drops his head.
“You just insist on testing me. I’m starting to think you enjoy being punished.”
He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut. I smile crookedly and rest my palm on one ass cheek.
“Oh, I think you do.”
He shakes his head harder.
“Did you not like your pillow and sitting in the corner?”
He huffs and growls at me. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.
“Perhaps we should do that instead, then.”
A whimper escapes him, and he drops his head again.
It’s clear he didn’t like the time-out. Adamant about it. Perhaps I left him there too long, leaving him in his head. He’ll certainly like this better.
“How are you doing, being hooked by your wrists? Green, yellow, or red, my pet?”
“Green,” he says with such confidence that I believe him.
I draw my hand back, and it makes contact with his smooth ass, the smacking sound ringing out in the barn. His ass cheeks clench as I smack the other side. He pushes out his ass, telling me he wants more. I’m happy to give it to him.
After I smack his ass a few more times, I say, “It hurts my feelings that you feel the need to talk back and argue with me. I only want what’s best for you. Making you happy makes me happy. You don’t make things easy, Jinx. Don’t you want me to be happy?”
He quickly nods.
“Hmm, it’s hard to tell sometimes.”
He pushes out his ass even more, and my smile turns crooked. “Do you feel you need more punishment?”
He nods again.
“I’m going to give you five more smacks on each cheek. You are going to count out each one. Understood?”
Another nod.
I draw my hand back and hit him harder this time. I’m sure he can take more, but I won’t push him beyond this. There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure, but too much pain dampens the arousal for many, especially so for Jinx.
“One!” he cries out.
I smack his other cheek. “Two!”
My hand tingles and stings. I relish the sensation. Spanking is one of my favorite forms of punishment. It’s humiliating and hurts a little, but it’s meant to arouse.
“Don’t move,” I tell him after the tenth spanking. I brush my palm over the heated flesh, admiring my handiwork. It’s angry red. “Such a lovely, naughty ass.”
I reach into my coat and pull out the washed toy, wrapped in a plastic bag, along with a small bottle of lube. I flip the lid of the bottle and squirt a little oil into his crease, rubbing it in over and inside his hole. Jinx groans and squirms for more.
After I lube the prostate toy, I spread his cheeks with my fingers and probe the tip against his hole. He opens up for me, and it’s sucked right in. It’s not very big, but it has a wide base. It’s just enough to stay put. What he doesn’t know is that I have complete control over it.
Once it’s in, I wipe my hands on my jeans. I’ll wash them later. I pull up his underwear and pants over his swollen cock, zipping him up and helping him lift his hands over the hook.
Jinx turns to face me, keeping his head down. I lift his chin with my fingers. “How do you feel?”
“Horny.”
As am I, my pet, I tell him in my head.
I pull the remote from my pocket and show it to him.
“What you’re wearing is a prostate stimulator.
This is the remote.” I press the button on the lowest setting.
Jinx closes his eyes and breathes through it as his body visibly shudders.
I’ll ease into different strengths. He needs to be turned on, not numb.
“Let’s head back to the house. As usual, when we’re in the house, you’ll get naked. You are not allowed to touch your cock at all. Is that understood?”
His face looks like it’s literally whining, but he nods.
I drive us back to the house in my truck. Every time we go over a bump, which is often, Jinx hangs onto the handle over the door and closes his eyes, groaning. When I chuckle, he scowls at me.
I hop out of the truck, noticing a package at my front door. It’s finally here. “Grab that, would you, my pet?”
Jinx picks up the box, and we head inside. After we remove our coats and hats, I finger his hair, fixing his hat hair. He looks at me with wide, soft blue eyes. I could’ve sworn he purred.
Cupping his jaw, I pull him into a kiss. He smells of leather, hay, and horse. There’s just something about it that I love.
“Go on. Open it. It’s for you.”
“Another gift?”
“For us,” I correct.
Jinx rips the box open effortlessly and takes out the toy in another box that I’d ordered. It’s clear as day what it is since there’s a picture on it.
“A spreader?”
“Only if you want to, Precious.” I brush my thumb across his jaw. “I thought it’d be useful during impact play. I can hook your hands to your legs from behind.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome. Now go on and get naked. We’ll use your new toy later.”
He runs off, and I hit the remote on his toy. He pauses and shudders again, a whine escaping him. I chuckle and cup myself. It’s going to be torturous for me until I can get inside him tonight.