Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He squirmed and struggled and cried, but I kept him pinned against me. His movements rubbed against my cock, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been this hard.
When I paused to run my hand over his heated, reddened ass, he sagged against me, panting. I felt dampness against my leg from the tears that were running down his cheeks.
“Are you okay, boy? Do you need me to stop?”
8
Riley
My ass felt like it was on fire. I didn’t know if I could take anymore. “You’re not… not done?”
“I want to give you five more.”
Five hard slaps of his big strong hand. Why did that still sound so hot when my ass stung so much? I never thought a spanking would hurt this much, but the pain was… different from any other kind of pain I’d felt. It seemed to pulse through my whole body, sensitizing my skin and making my cock ache to be touched. I was buzzing all over, and I couldn’t figure out how something could hurt and feel so good at the same time.
Blake’s warm hand caressed the sorest part of my ass, and I blew out a shaky breath.
“It’s okay to say no. I won’t be disappointed in you, but I’d like to push you just a little further.”
His voice was low and gravelly, letting me know he was as affected by this as I was. At first I’d been sure the pain would be too much for me, but then he’d told me to relax and try not to fight him. I thought that was impossible, ridiculous even, but at some point my body just gave in to it. All the pain seemed to pour out of me then. I hadn’t meant to cry, but I couldn’t keep my tears back. I tried to blink away the last of them. I squirmed against him, letting my cock rub along his leg. I needed friction, and I needed to come.
He gave my ass a light slap. “Not yet.”
I forced myself to still and took a slow breath as Blake bent and kissed the back of my neck. That soft brush of his lips warmed me, giving me the strength to answer him. “I can do this.”
He slid a hand into my hair, massaging my scalp. “I know you can. You’re my capable boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He groaned, and the sound made me shiver. “Damn, I love hearing you say that.”
His cock felt huge where it pressed against my side. I was desperate to have him inside me. “I like saying it, Daddy.” I said the word with a seductive purr, wiggling my ass and sticking it up, asking for what he wanted to give me.
He spanked me even harder than he had before, and he gave me no time to recover before he slapped my ass again. “Fuck.”
“Three more, boy, and then”—he paused and drew his fingers along my crack, brushing them over my hole. I held my breath. If he touched me like that again, my dick was going to go off—“I’ll give you even more proof I own this ass now.”
“Please.” I worked myself blatantly against his leg.
He tightened the hand that was still tangled in my hair, pulling just hard enough to really get my attention. “Don’t you dare come.”
My only answer was a whimper. I was right there on the edge, desperate to go over.
“One.” He cracked his hand down on my ass, and I cried out, tears welling in my eyes again. “Two.” Another slap, lower this time, the vibration echoing through my cock. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to come. “Three.” When he delivered the last blow, I couldn’t tell if I felt pain or ecstasy. Need pulsed through me as I hung there over his lap, trying to keep my cock from touching him again, trying to process everything that had happened. His hand slid from my hair and stroked down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful, boy. I love the way you respond to me.”
I tried to say something, but my mouth was too dry. All that came out was another whimper.
“It’s okay, boy. You don’t have to talk. You did good taking so much.” His hands roamed over my ass, making it light up with pain all over again. “I’m going to make you feel so good now.”
“Please.” The word came out so softly I wasn’t sure he heard me.
“Can you sit up?”
I nodded, though I actually wasn’t sure. He lifted me, and when our eyes met, tears began to flow again. I’d been trying to hold them back, but seeing the way he looked at me like he adored me was too much. I’d never felt so cared for by anyone. Was that crazy when he’d just made my ass more sore than it had ever been?
“Come on, let’s get your pants off.” He leaned down and helped me remove my shoes, socks, and pants. Then he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him and lay against his chest, needing to feel him solid beneath me.