But I also wanted to see his skin, to touch and taste and explore and make him feel as hot and desirable as he always made me. The dude was a walking thirst trap, waiting for someone to stick a candid pic of him on social media with hashtag sexy bear alert. Not that I wanted to share him, but I did want him to see that he was sexy as fuck.
I dragged him right toward his master bath as soon as we made it back to his place.
“This is almost as impressive as the kitchen remodel.” I whistled low.
I hadn’t had much time to register it that morning, but now I took the opportunity to admire the bright room. Like the kitchen, the room made the most of a relatively small space with gleaming fixtures, dark wood, and modern subway-tile accents. A truly massive walk-in shower occupied one full wall.
“Yeah, this was a fun project.” Joe blushed even before I reached for his shirt.
“Dude. You do know I’ve been dying to get you naked, right?” I brushed a kiss across his jaw before motioning at the large mirror. “Look how hot you are.”
“If you say so.” He barely glanced toward the mirror. “I used to be—”
“You still are,” I insisted, but I also didn’t protest as he pulled up my shirt. If he needed me to go first, so be it. I shed my shirt with his help, then unbuttoned my jeans.
“What’s this?” Joe motioned at my black boxer briefs. “Ordinary underwear? I’m disappointed.”
His tone was light and teasing, so I matched it. “Maybe you should spank me for disobeying your request.”
“Maybe I should.” He rubbed his chin, as if seriously considering this.
A potent heat rushed through me. Playtime.
“Have I been naughty, Daddy?” I looped my arms around his neck.
“Have you?” His tone was both thoughtful and cautious, even as his eyes sparkled at me. “Did you wear the regular boxers because you weren’t comfortable wearing panties to volunteer? I’m not gonna punish you for being uncomfortable.”
“You’re the best,” I said, and meant it. I kissed him quickly on the mouth. That he was so thoughtful only underscored what a good Dom he was. He also wasn’t that far off the mark. I hadn’t liked the idea of accidentally showing off a lacy waistband or something while bending and stretching to paint. But now it was playtime, and I wasn’t going to pass up this chance. “I appreciate the concern. But what if I wanted to be naughty?”
Chapter Seventeen
Joe
“Brat.” I kept my voice fond and playful. Levi goading me into a scene wasn’t something I was going to turn down. And if it got the focus off me undressing, so much the better. “And naughty boys get spankings?”
“They do.” Levi nodded earnestly, making an eager noise as I tugged him into the bedroom.
I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned at his clothing. “Strip. Everything off.”
“Should I shower first? I don’t want to get paint on—”
“Was I unclear?” I yanked him closer so I could tilt his chin down, make him meet my gaze. “You’re not getting out of this, naughty boy.”
“Yes.” Levi’s face went all soft and content. “Yes, Daddy.”
Levi made dirty talk feel more natural than it ever had before, making it easier to slide deeper into a scene.
“Then listen to Daddy and get those jeans off. I want to watch your ass turn red from my hand.”
“Fuck. Yes.” Levi moved faster now, pushing his pants and boxers off. He’d told me during a past conversation that spanking was his main kink as far as impact play went, and that he found hands sexier than belts or paddles, so I was eager to see how he’d respond.
“Do you remember your safeword?” I asked, temporarily gentling my voice.
“Yup.” Naked now, Levi gave an eager wriggle.
“Over my knee then.”
His eyes flared wide and hot at the command. But then he stuck out his lower lip. “I don’t—"
“I do.” I hauled him into position.
I trusted him to speak up if he truly objected, and he was pretty damn obvious when he simply wanted to play the brat and be manhandled. Proving my point, he groaned as I arranged him how I wanted him. His cock was hard against my thigh, and he not-so-subtly humped against me.
“None of that.”
“Can’t help it.” His defiant tone all but dared me to discipline him. And I was only too happy to do that.
“You can and you will.” I stopped his squirming with a firm hand on his back. Then I smacked his ass, more to get his attention than anything else. His butt was perfect for spanking, round and compact, muscular enough to have some meat on it, but soft enough to bounce enticingly when slapped. “Naughty boys get spankings, but they don’t get to come yet.”
That got an unhappy moan from Levi. “I want to be good.”
“And you are.” Gentling my touch, I stroked his back and ass. “But you’re still getting a spanking.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His tone was all contrite, but his eager wiggle betrayed how into this he actually was.
I brought my hand down again, this time much more purposefully, using the element of surprise in my favor, delighting in how his whole body jerked.
“Ow.” He reached for his ass, but I batted his hand away.
“Don’t make me tie your hands.” I swatted him again. “You can take it.”
“Yes.” He relaxed against me, the praise having worked its usual magic on his muscles. Which meant it was the perfect time to resume the spanking. I delivered a series of rapid-fire smacks until he was bucking and cursing. “Fuck.”
He was still hard against me, still trying to grind every chance he got, and still way too in his own head. I’d seen the night before how beautifully he could surrender, and how much he needed it, and I wanted to give him that release again.
“I think you can handle more.” I squeezed his ass, right where the outline of my handprint was starting to bloom. He groaned but didn’t try to wiggle away.
“More?”
I laughed darkly. “That was the warm-up.”
“Oh shit.” He sounded genuinely nervous that time, not as much play-acting. Good. The edge to his voice told me he was closer to truly letting go. I spanked him harder now, deliberately varying where my hand landed, aiming for tender spots like the top of his thighs and the sides of his butt cheeks where there was less meat to cushion the blows.
“Fuck. It hurts.” His voice was ragged, but he sucked in a breath like he was still trying for composure. That wouldn’t do.
“I know. But you’re not done yet.” I tried to walk the line between soothing and stern.
A couple more hard spanks, and he started making new noises, little groans and cries, and stopped wiggling around so much. Closer.
“Daddy, please.” He went from frustrated to petulant to pleading, all in a couple of syllables. His body became more pliant, some tension leaving his arms and back.
“You’re doing great, baby.” I rubbed his back and what had to be a sore ass. He let out a low whine and pushed up against my hand. He was still trying to drive, which told me we weren’t quite done here. “A few more.”