Chapter 2
I snap. Within three large steps, I’m in front of him with my hand twisted into his hair.
I tug him over the coffee table, and he doesn’t struggle.
His face is flushed red, and his eyes are wide, along with his mouth.
Grabbing his right arm, I secure it to the right leg of the table using the built in cuffs.
I do the same to his left before standing with my crotch in front of his face.
The coffee table is larger than a typical one and was built custom for a BDSM lifestyle.
I stare down at him for a moment, expecting him to say something, but he doesn’t.
I move to stand behind him, and he tries to keep his eyes on me, but is unable to because of the restraints. I feel myself calming down as I run my eyes down his body. I should untie him now and apologize while trying to explain what came over me.
“Luke?” He asks.
I grit my teeth, feeling my calmness disappear. “Is that how you’re supposed to refer to me?” He squirms, but doesn’t answer. “I asked you a question.” More squirming and still no answer.
I look at his plump ass and make a decision. The table won’t allow me access to his belt or zipper, so I leave the room to walk to the kitchen. I’m going to be reprimanded for this, most likely removed as a partner, since the boy is a blabbermouth, and with Oliver’s accusation, I’m done.
“Wait! Where are you going?” I hear the panic in his voice as I grab scissors from my knife block. “Luke!” He shouts, and I squeeze the scissors in my hand. Taking a breath, I walk back into the living room where his eyes find mine, welled with tears. “Please, don’t leave me.”
I don’t answer, but take note that a hard no for Chase is being left alone while restrained. I shake my head at myself, watching his breathing calm and tears disappear immediately now that I’m back in the room. As if I need to note that, we’re never doing this again.
I trace the scissor tips along the line of his ass crack, watching a tremble run up his body. “I’m going to cut your pants open so your ass is bared for me. Then I’m going to spank you until I deem that you’ve learned what’s appropriate and not. Do y-”
“I’m ready,” he says, and I can tell he bit his tongue, stopping a word from coming out.
“I’m ready, sir. Is what you’re supposed to say,” I instruct before cutting a line down the ass of his pants. They cut away easily after I toss the scissors aside and rip the fabric so his whole ass is naked.
I ignore the desire to spread his ass cheeks apart so I can get a look at his hole.
And position myself at his side with one hand raised, ready to strike, and the other resting on his back.
I wouldn’t normally have my free hand touching my partner, but my gut says Chase needs the extra physical reassurance.
“When it gets too much, I expect you to say red, then we’ll move on,” I further instruct.
Normally, I would do the whole traffic light system and say if instead of when, but I know the boy.
He’ll think red means stop for everything and won’t say it, no matter what, because he clearly doesn’t want to leave.
So, that’s why I added that we’ll move on to further affirm that red doesn’t mean getting kicked out of my house.
“Yes,” he says, and again I can tell he’s biting his tongue.
I roll my shoulders back, after a few hard slaps, everything will come out.
I land the first one square in the center of his left ass cheek.
He yelps more in surprise. My second goes to the exact same spot, and his yelp this time is from the pain.
Quickly landing two more hard slaps to his left ass cheek, I realize my coordination is going to be shit because of how much I’m loving this.
I give his right cheek the same treatment with four hard blows.
I step back, removing my hand from his back, and he immediately shouts, “no!”
I step forward, returning my hand to his back, which makes him sigh in relief. His breath is heavy, and the back of his neck is red, so I’m sure his face is too. “Do you think your behaviour was acceptable at lunch?”
He shakes his head, “but neither was Oliver’s.”
I smile and am glad he can’t see it. “I didn’t ask you about Oliver’s behaviour. I asked about yours. Now tell me what you did wrong?” He shrugs, and I slap his upper right ass cheek.
He mumbles, “I shouldn’t have lied about why I wanted to go to lunch. I shouldn’t have shoved Oliver, even though he deserved it.”
I slap where his left cheek meets his thigh and click my tongue. “I only asked about your wrongdoing, not the reason behind it.” I can’t believe he shoved Oliver.
He huffs before continuing, “I shouldn’t have asked about how long you guys were dating and said he was a cheater, even though he is one.”
I spank him twice this time, landing hard hits to both sides of his ass. “It’s like you have selective hearing. I just said I don’t care about the reasons behind it, and for your information, Oliver was not cheating.”
“Yes, he is!” He shouts, trying to meet my eyes. “I have proof, pictures of him kissing other people. Two women and one man.”
“Did you follow him?” I ask, looking down at him.
“Not me, but my fri-” he begins to say, but at least has the common sense to stop when I throw my hands up.
“How? You only found out I was seeing him today.” He shrugs and turns away from me. I slap his ass harder than any of the ones before, and he yelps, then looks back at me. “Explain yourself to me now,” I demand, giving his ass another slap for good measure.
He squirms as he answers, “this morning, my friend Carl, well, he looked into his social media for me after I asked Mia for his first and last name.” He huffs, “she made it easy to find him, so she should get trouble too. She showed me his website and stuff with his picture and everything. Then my other friend is really tech savvy and found some stuff through ha-”
I raise my hand to signal for him to stop talking, “don’t finish that sentence. Why?”
His face shows concentration, “that’s what I was trying to say in the elevator, but I didn’t say it right.”
“Oh yes, the great conversation where you said I wasn’t worth your respect.” I say, looking down at his bright red ass.
“That’s not what I said!” He shouts, “I do respect you and I-”
I interrupt, “no, you do not respect me. Every time you show up late, don’t do your work, and make inappropriate comments.
Every time you do not listen to what I say, it proves again and again that you don’t respect me.
You can’t even call me sir or Mr. Moore, that’s the basic level of showing someone respect.
” I snap with a heavy breath. I’m getting too angry.
I need to get this boy out of my house and far away from me.
“The title, sir, means nothing!” He shouts back.
“It means something to some people, to me. I’m going to talk to Mr. Rodriguez tomorrow and inform him I think it’s best that you transfer over to his team.” I say, then nod mostly to myself. It’s going to be incredibly embarrassing to explain this, but it needs to be done.
I have his cuffs unfastened in seconds, then move to go upstairs to get him a pair of pants. But I’m stopped by a truly panicked Chase on his knees in front of me. He wraps his arms around my waist, painfully tight.
“Please, I’m sorry,” he begs, “don’t send me away.”
I run a hand down my face, “let’s go sit on the couch, and I want you to explain to me what’s going on.
” Because clearly something is wrong with the boy.
This isn’t a normal way to respond to this situation.
Maybe the spanking was too much. I should have checked in and seen if he had done it before.
He very reluctantly lets go of me, but keeps a hold of the fabric of my shirt that has come untucked from my pants.
I guide us to my brown leather couch, then sit while he joins me, but instead of remaining sitting, he lies down, putting his head in my lap.
I remain quiet, and after a minute of silence, he shifts, so he’s now facing my belly.
“Can I unbutton your shirt?” He asks, already fiddling with one of the buttons.
“I asked you to explain to me what’s going on.” I remind him as his finger slips through the gap between two buttons.
“Please, I’ll talk to you. I just-it would make me feel better, make it easier.” He says, then flicks his eyes up to mine before looking back to my stomach. I glance at his ass that’s red and looks to be bruising.
I unbutton my shirt, and he watches with clear excitement written all over his face.
I don’t think I can remember a time when someone looked at me with so much eagerness.
Once all the buttons are undone, I move my hands to rest on either side of me on the couch.
While he pushes my shirt open more, so my hairy stomach and chest are in complete view.
He shifts so his face is now resting on my chest with his lips brushing my nipple with every inhale.
His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, and I feel the faint brush of it on my nipple.
“Mr-” I begin to warn.
“I’m in love with you!” He blurts, and I feel my heart skip a beat as my body locks up.
This is outrageous. He rushes on, “I asked my dad if he could get me on at the firm in whatever position as long as it was on your team.” I think back to his first week and how they fired someone who wasn’t amazing but not fireable bad.
How that person wasn’t even on my team, but Katherine was moved to their position, then I got Chase.