“Boy?” I came up behind him and grasped his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Stop apologizing,” I demanded, adding a dominance in my voice that couldn’t be challenged. I kissed up the length of his neck and swiped my tongue over the shell of his ear, listening to the rumbling moans that left his pretty mouth. “Go to our bed, beautiful boy. Daddy’s going to punish you for not telling me where you went last night.”
He looked at me, brown eyes hazy and full of need, and nodded. I watched him head toward our bedroom. I waited ten minutes, taking the time to hang my keys on the hook near the door that I almost never used, and slipped off my shirt, throwing it over the back of the couch.
By the time I got to the bedroom, Shane was naked and lying on his stomach on the bed, his face buried into the pillow. His tanned skin glimmered under the light, his legs spread and that tight asshole peeking from between his cheeks. He turned his head and smiled when I entered.
“Hey, Daddy,” he whispered in a way that had my body flushing hot and made my cock twitch in response. “I’m ready for my punishment.”
My gaze slid down the length of his back and over that ass, and finally down his legs. Everything about him was perfect, from the top of his soft black hair to his gangly toes, and I wish he could see how much I needed and wanted him, as much as he did me.
“Are you, baby boy?” I murmured as I stepped farther into the room. I played with the button of my jeans, popping it, before I worked on my zipper. My jeans stayed on as I walked to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. I rested my hand on the back of his knee and he shivered. “A boy shouldn’t be ready for punishment, he should do everything his daddy tells him so he doesn’t get punished.”
He sucked on his bottom lip and smiled. “But I like you punishing me, Daddy.”
I shook my head in disappointment and slid my hand higher up the back of his thigh, stopping just before his asscheek. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. Not yet. “Then I’m not punishing you correctly.”
He whimpered. “Please, Daddy. I need this so badly.”
I petted his thigh and leaned forward to kiss his heated cheek. “I know you do, Boy, but I need you to be patient. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.” I settled between his legs, on my knees, and ran my palms along his calf muscles before kneading into the skin. “I want you to relax. Let me give you a massage.”
Shane’s muscles uncoiled under my kneading fingers, almost going languid to the point I thought he’d fallen asleep. The only way I knew he hadn’t was because of the small groans of appreciation he made as I moved up his calves to his thighs.
“This good, baby boy?”
“I thought I was supposed to be punished,” he teased.
“Oh, this is punishment. You get to feel me touching you, but you’re not allowed to move until I give you permission.”
He sighed out a breath of pleasure when I ground my knuckles into the flesh right before his ass. “You’re a tease, Daddy.”
I chuckled and moved up to kiss the tip of his ear, whispering, “Punishment.”
“Punishment, my ass,” Shane murmured loud enough for me to hear. His sass earned him a sharp slap on that mentionable body part. He hissed.
“Language, Boy. I don’t want to hear that word from you.” Then I was touching his ass, my fingers pressing into the fleshy cheeks and squeezing until I had him wriggling beneath my touch, moaning and spreading his legs farther. I took the time to relish his reactions—the sound of the soft huffs leaving his mouth, and how he squeezed the muscles of his ass, probably hoping for some leniency. I wasn’t going to give it to him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “I’m really sorry.”
“Are you?” I slid my forefinger over his hole, watching it flutter under my touch. I knew what he wanted, but I needed to see him unfold in need beneath me until he was begging for my cock. “Because I don’t think you are.” I tapped that hole with two fingers, and he stiffened.
He squirmed against the bed, his hips rutting into the mattress, seeking friction.
“Are you trying to get off?” I asked with another tap of my fingers. This time I nudged a tip of one inside.
He gasped and sent me an animalistic stare over his shoulder, all wide eyes and a sharp snarl. “Yes. Daddy, please. I don’t want to play right now. I need you inside me.”
I paused and sat back on my knees. “Do you really want to stop playing?”
“What?” He spun around to sit on his ass. His hair was a wild mess, his mouth swollen where he’d bitten at his lower lip. “No, of course not. I didn’t mean it like that.”
I sighed in relief. “We need a safeword, Boy. I need to know when you really want to stop.”
He nibbled at the corner of his lip. “I wouldn’t ever want to stop with you, Daddy.”
“You don’t know that. Something might happen, and I want you to be safe at all times, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I kissed his knee when he bent it and pressed a foot into the bed. “Give me a word, baby, one you wouldn’t ever say during sex unless you wanted to put a temporary stop on our play.”
“Um....” He glanced around the room, eyes searching. “Psychology.”
“Psychology?” I smiled. “Okay, psychology.”
“What about you, Daddy? Don’t you need one?” In that moment, I realized how much Shane didn’t know. While we hadn’t fallen into the deepest depths of a BDSM lifestyle, we were touching on the surface, and I wanted to have him as prepared as possible.
“No. I’m your daddy, baby boy, the dominant in this play. I don’t need one.”
“Oh.” He touched my chest and tugged at some of the hair between my pecs. “West.”
“Yes, baby?”
“I know we’re playing and everything, but I really need you right now. Can you make love to me?”
I kissed him, running my tongue over his lips and pushing into his mouth. We moved in unison, a slow, loving dance that had my cock perking up in impatience and my blood sizzling hot. Everything about Shane made my body haywire, and I wanted to keep him in ways that made my heart hurt.
“Lie on the bed, Boy. On your side.”
He blinked up at me with those soulful brown eyes and nodded, then shifted to the bed again and fell onto it on his side, just like I instructed. His ass bounced with the movement, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off him until he’d taken his position, back to me and body relaxed.
I kicked off my pants and underwear and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. Sliding in behind him, I touched his hip to let him know I was there. “This is still a punishment, Boy. Don’t touch your cock, am I clear?”
He groaned low in his throat. “Yes, Daddy.”
I petted his shoulder as I settled. Flicking the lube lid open, I squeezed some onto my fingers and dumped the tube onto the bed next to me. I touched his fluttering hole, the tips of my fingers teasing the entrance as I listened to the whimpers and small pleas that left that pretty mouth of his. Every sound he made went straight to my cock, making it harder and a little more ready to explode.