Shane nodded and dropped his towel, letting it pool around his feet before he stalked to the bed, lying on his stomach like I’d ordered him to. I took a moment to eat up the sight of that ass, round and jiggly and just begging to be bitten. He raised his hands above his head and grabbed the edge of the wooden headboard like I’d told him to. Shane was such a good boy, so easy to order around, and my cock took notice, plumping up in my jeans.
Fuck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to settle myself. I slid into my daddy persona, the one who took charge and doled out punishment when necessary. Right now, Shane was my boy, and he needed this.
“Remember what I said, Boy?” I asked quietly as I dropped onto the bed beside him.
He took a deep breath and nodded.
“I need to hear you say yes, Daddy.”
Shane’s gaze flipped to me and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth and then closed it again.
“Ask your question, and this will be the only thing you’ll be allowed to discuss right now.”
He sucked in his bottom lip. “Is this… something you and Carter did?”
I expected him to wonder eventually, yet his curiosity still hit me right in the chest, sharp as a dagger, and I stole as much air as I could into my lungs. I was playing a role and I needed to keep calm, be strong for my boy. “Yes. Carter was my boy, and I was his daddy.”
“Oh, okay.” Then he turned his head again and laid it on the pillow. “Please make the hurt stop, Daddy.”
Daddy was just a word, but a shiver swept up my spine when it left his lips in a soft whisper. “Stay still.” I touched his asscheek, gliding my palm over the bouncy, pale flesh and pinching it. He let out a hiss and glanced at me, eyelashes fluttering. “Eyes straight ahead, Boy.”
Shane’s attention jumped forward and his hands tightened around the bottom edge of the headboard. “Sorry.”
“Sorry what?” I asked deeply, pinching the same spot on his cheek as I had before.
He inhaled sharply. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Good, Boy.” I petted his creamy flesh before I shifted my fingers to the other cheek, giving it the same treatment. He held his breath, but the moment my hand came down on that bubbly globe in a swat, he gasped out a rush of air. “But good boys need punishments when they’ve been bad.”
“I… what did I do?”
Another swat landed on his ass, and he glanced at me, dewy-eyed and pink-faced. His question earned him an extra smack. By now, his fleshy cheeks blushed rosy, and even though I couldn’t see his cock, I knew he was hard by the way he tried to jut his hips against the sheets beneath him. “What did I tell you about looking at me?”
He darted his tongue across his mouth.
“Boy, look at the headboard.” Another two slaps on that already-worked-over skin brought out a red flush. He shot his stare forward again. “Now tell me what you did wrong.”
My cock fought my underwear, pressing against the zipper of my jeans insistently. It wanted out, to find the warmth in Shane’s hole, and the thought both terrified me and made me horny.
He drove his hips forward and whimpered again. “I took a run, Daddy.”
“No, that’s not what this punishment is for.” I shifted onto the bed and pushed his legs apart. He sighed as I sat between his spread thighs and stroked down those blooming cheeks, allowing my thumb to dip in and brush over his hole.
“Try again, Boy.”
He groaned, pushing back against me, but I placed a hand on his lower back to keep him still. “For running too far, Daddy?”
“And for what else?” My cock jerked, begging to be released from the confines of my underwear and jeans, but I didn’t give in to my desire. The daddy version of me had control, dominance, and I wanted to take my time with Shane and punish him for being bad. He was so beautiful like this.
“For calling Teddy instead of you, Daddy?”
“Exactly.” I grabbed both of those delicious cheeks between my hands, squeezing them and watching them jiggle, and then I drummed on them gently. “You’ve got such a sweet ass, Boy.”
Shane spread his legs farther and whimpered. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Pleasure throbbed inside me, making me liquid hot. I wanted things I shouldn’t, and in that moment, I didn’t care. He’d asked me to take away the pain, and that’s exactly what I was going to do, even if only for a few hours. I leaned down and spread his cheeks, curling myself forward. I swiped my tongue over his hole, tasting the freshness of his skin and the tight ring of muscle begging to be taken. The slight crinkled roughness of his hole under my tongue versus his angel-soft cheeks stole my breath and thrummed a hot wave of want through me.
He hissed, his toes curling and fists turning white on the headboard. “Oh fuck.”
I slapped his ass. “No swearing, Boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Kneading his bubble butt, I indulged in another taste of his hole. I took it slow, swiping my tongue over it at first before I began to fuck him with jabs that had him writhing beneath me. “Have you done this before, Boy? Played with a daddy?”
He shook his head and then mumbled, “No, Daddy. I… I haven’t had anyone rim me before, either.”
I stopped, the hairs on my arms standing to attention at those words. How could no one have done this to him before? I knew there were guys out there who didn’t like fucking a man with his tongue, but Shane was stunning, and I had no doubt he had crowds of men chasing him. I pushed the thought away for a later discussion and went back to lavishing his delicious hole until I had him arching into my touch and keening for more.
He murmured words I couldn’t hear, low and breathy, until finally his whimpers grew louder. “Please, Daddy. West, please. Fuck me. I need you so much.”
“No,” I said shortly. I fell back on my knees and ran my palms over the backs of his thighs and up again. “Not today, Boy. Today I am going to make you forget with my hands and with my tongue and mouth, but not my cock.”
His shoulders shook and he dug his face into my pillow. He raised his hips toward me and whined, and it earned him another slap on his right cheek.
“No complaining, Boy.”
I bent down to nip on the same spot I’d just swatted. Biting down hard enough to leave the indents of my teeth, I leaned back to check out my handiwork. I’d left a sizeable mark on him, and pride twisted inside me. “Turn around, Boy. On your back.”
He let out a breath and did as he was told, wiggling until he lay spread out on the bed. His cock jumped in front of me, thick and red, the head blushing, and precum leaking from the slit. “I want—”
“This isn’t about what you want,” I snapped, my voice strong, leaving no room for argument. “Keep your hands on that headboard.”
He reached up and grabbed the wood, eyes dark with desire. “Yes, Daddy.”
I slid my hand up his inner thigh, pinching at his skin. He shivered in response, eyelashes fluttering and his bottom lip trembling. I let my fingers wander the length of his hard dick, the tip of my nails scraping at his sensitive skin gently.
He moaned, toes curling and knees spreading farther as though that would make me fuck him. It was tempting, with his asshole visible and his balls drawn tight against his body, cock jumping at every touch, but today wasn’t about fucking. This also wasn’t just punishment, either. He’d asked me to make him forget, which in turn made me forget about the real world.