15. Good boys get spanked #2
I empty a good amount of lube on his lower back and watch it slide between his cheeks.
When it reaches his asshole, I nudge it inside with a finger.
Ewan moans again as I begin stretching him.
I raise my other hand and slap him again.
This time his knees almost give out and his ass tightens around my fingers.
“Holy shit, Ewan. I can’t wait for your ass to grip my cock like this.”
He nods and drops his face on his hand on the sink. He’s shaking, overstimulated the way I want him to be.
“You can’t touch yourself,” I say. “You have to take it and wait to come on my cock. Yes?”
“Aye...”
“Good boy.”
I push another finger in, and when he starts pushing back to fuck himself on my hand, I slap his ass again. His spine goes taut as he arches his back. What a sight.
I work him for a while longer, until he’s stretched just right, and then I say, “Keep your ass up, don’t move. If you move, you get another slap.”
I pull back, and he peers at me in the reflection in front of him, eyes shiny.
I admire my work for a moment, his reddened cheeks.
It won’t bruise, I’m not hurting him, but it must burn a little.
I watch him for so long, a hand rubbing on my bulge through my pants, that he loses patience and moans.
He lowers his ass slightly, trying to get closer to me, and I take it as my cue to slap him again.
“Ah, fuck..!” he gasps, knees shaking.
I chuckle. “Yes, Ewan. Fuck is what we’re going to do soon.”
He laughs wetly.
I start undressing. I love making him lose his mind but my hard on is turning painful. I need this as much as he does. My naked body, covered in tattoos, offer a nice contrast with his pale complexion. We look so good together in the reflection.
I pull a condom out of my pocket, and he looks disappointed.
“I got tested last month,” I say. “And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
His eyes widen, understanding dawning on him. “I... I got tested after my ex. He cheated on me. And I haven’t... not since...”
I smile wickedly. “Is no condom okay for you?”
He shivers. “Aye... Please...”
“Fuck yes, I want to fill you up with my cum.”
He whines. “Oh god...”
Once again I grab a fistful of his soft hair and pull his head back as I align my cock with his ass.
“Look at me,” I say. “I want to watch your face as I enter you.”
He obeys and his half-lidded eyes are on me in the mirror. I push in slowly, and it looks like he’s really trying his best not to let them roll back in their orbits.
“Your ass is the best ass I ever fucked,” I admit. “Damn..!”
He smiles, tears running down his cheeks.
I slap his right cheek again, taking him by surprise. His hole tightens around me briefly, making me groan, before relaxing again. I choose that moment to fully enter him. He shouts, his hands holding on to the sink for dear life.
“James..! James..!”
“Yes, baby... You take me so well...” I pound into him, at last. Short of the house coming down on us, there is nothing that could stop me now.
“More...” he moans.
Lord have mercy on me. I give him three consecutive slaps, and before I know it, he’s coming all over the bathroom floor, without even touching his dick.
Oh fuck..! I pound into him harder as he rides his orgasm and my cock, and I follow after him quickly.
I claw as his back and stare at his reddened ass cheeks as I reach my climax.
Light explodes behind my eyelids as I come inside him.
When I come back to myself, my forehead is on his sweaty back.
Ewan is holding the sink, shaking and sobbing.
Pleasure seems to always make him cry, and it’s such a turn on for me.
Not because I want him to be sad, but because he’s so raw and pure, he has no filters.
No masks to hide behind. I can see and feel the effect my every touch and word has on him, and it’s intoxicating.
I embrace him from behind. This is the moment when my sweet giant is the most fragile, and I need to handle him with care.
“Are you okay, baby?”
He gasps for air but doesn’t answer me.
I pull out, groaning as my cum drips from his well-fucked hole. Fuck, I wish I could take a picture of that and masturbate to it later.
I grab his hands and pull him up to face me. His eyes are tightly closed, and I kiss his teary cheeks. “Look at you. You never looked more beautiful than right now,” I say.
I capture his mouth, and after a short hesitation, he kisses me back. He melts into my arms as I caress his hair, his shoulders, his back. I help him come down gently from the rough sex we just had.
I lead him to the large shower. “Come. I’ll wash you.”
He doesn’t resist, doesn’t say a word, as we wait for the water to warm, then I push him first under the spray and take care of him.
It pleases me greatly to have him trust me like this.
First, I wash his hair until my arms are sore—he’s so much taller than me—then I soap his body and take my sweet time.
When I clean his ass, he starts moaning and his cock fills up again.
He’s too sore for a round two, so I push him against the wall and drop on my knees.
I have him come down my throat in minutes, uttering my name.
I wrap him in a towel, dry him, make him wear one of my t-shirt from my bag with his pants, then we’re out of Lana’s wing. I leave the suitcase behind and lock the door behind us.
The hostel is even more in an uproar, guests going downstairs with their bags, complaining loudly. Luckily, our room is on the last floor of the house.
I check my phone before getting in bed. 09:07. We can sleep the day off.
Ewan gets undressed but he keeps my shirt on and his boxer briefs as he gets in bed, even though it’s a little tight around the chest. It pleases me. I spoon him, all the while telling myself this is nothing. We’re just enjoying a good time together, before we part ways.
And I feel like an addict getting his fix, pretending this won’t hurt later.
Without the guests milling about, the hostel feels too empty and vast, like an abandoned castle after a siege. Even the house appears forlorn, judging by the dark corridors and feeble lights. The cats purr louder than usual, as if trying to fill the silence and bring comfort to Lana and Shirley.
Lana paid for the hotel for the five other employees, wanting to keep them out of arms way, so it’s just the four of us now.
We’re sitting in the main living room on the second floor, in front of the large fireplace. We no longer have to worry about guests eavesdropping.
“So we have to try and reason with the blood-vomiting, hair-pulling, enraged ghost in the basement who is guarding the other enraged, spore-spitting ghost in the foundations of the house so she let us exorcise him. Failing that, plan B is to burn these remains,” Shirley says, eyeing the suitcase with distaste.
“While reciting words, aye,” Ewan says. “At least we think so? We found that... spell,” he grimaces, “in the ExorSquad handbook. So we’re not sure...”
“We’re not sure it’s going to work,” I continue. “But that’s our only plan. The Lady in Red warned us that Agnes will not let us release the old bastard. But as long as he’s down there, he’s a danger to the house and its dwellers.”
Lana sighs. “In other words, we need to go all in, or go home. Except this is my home, so I don’t really have a choice.”
Shirley comes to give her a hug. “This is my home, too. I’m with you.”
I feel a lump in my throat, watching them.
I’ve been here for less than two weeks, but the hostel also feels a little like my home.
The nights spent by the fire, drinking tea, the dinners together in the kitchen, and the laughter even though we’re always dealing with paranormal activity have filled me with surprising joy.
Except it’s not my home. I’m just passing through, and as soon as we have dealt with those spirits, I’ll need to find a new job.
I clear my throat. “Don’t worry. We’re going to evict both ghosts, and everything will go back to normal. I promise.” Even if I have to drag Earl Lynch to hell myself. “Tonight. We’ll get this shit done.”
Ewan watches me, a little frown on his pretty face, and I wonder if we’re in over our heads.