Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Hop’s reply was an unintelligible keening sound that ripped through Rafe like a grenade. It took him a long time before he could open his mouth and keep his voice from cracking. “What else, Hop? Why should I punish you?” Rafe couldn’t let him hide. Not from this.
Hand still locked in place like a collar, Rafe felt it the moment Hop realized what he needed to say. His pulse sped up and his breath hitched.
“Tell me.” Rafe squeezed a little and another whimper escaped from Hop’s lips.
“I put myself in a dangerous situation.” All raspy and uncertain. Rafe changed his hold, less threat, more comfort.
“Exactly. Now that you’re mine, you won’t ever do that again, are we clear?”
Hop leaned back and pressed himself against Rafe’s chest. “Yes.”
“Good.” As much as he wanted to pull Hop to him and hold on, he didn’t. Instead, he took Hop’s shoulders and spun him to face the desk, guiding him into position. “Brace yourself and keep still.”
* * *
Hop couldn’t do it. He was shaking apart already, his emotions endlessly whirling around and around. It made him lightheaded and giddy like when he was high. Now Rafe wanted him to bend over the desk with his ass bare and his aching cock waving in the air?
That was too much. Wasn’t it? Shouldn’t it be too much? If this didn’t cross a line, what would?
Before he could rebel, mostly on principle, Rafe cupped his ass in a delicious massage, rubbing and pressing all the knots and muscles. Hop just groaned. Fuck it. He wasn’t moving until he was told to move.
“How many for leaving like that?” Rafe’s voice poked at all of Hop’s insecurities. The question made him complicit in his own humiliation. It was perfect and horrible. Mostly perfect.
His voice squeaked when he answered, “Ten.” He’d been spanked before and it wasn’t bad. He could take ten without crying. Probably.
“Count it out. If you mess up I start over.”
Hop squeezed his eyes shut, tensing for the first strike, which never came.
Rafe covered his spine instead, his cloth-covered cock nestling in the crack of Hop’s ass. His lips played with Hop’s ear, his hands stroked and clawed gently at all of Hop’s exposed skin.
Oh fuck.
The breath he’d been holding was expelled in a single core-shuddering gush.
Rafe’s nose nuzzled his hair as his fingers played at the sensitive skin behind his balls. “Your skin smells musky,” he said.
“Sorry.”
A quick, stinging pinch burned the inside of his thigh. Hop hissed.
“If I’d wanted you clean I would have made you wash before coming to me.” And just like that Rafe stripped him of every defense he’d still held. Every muscle relaxed, even his heart.
“Yes...yes, sir.”
Rafe’s rumbled curse was the greatest reward, a quiet acknowledgment of Hop’s power over him. He thrust against Hop’s ass, squeezed him tighter and said, “That’s a good pet.”
Hop melted into a pool of pure lust and absolute submission. And still, Rafe caressed him again and again until Hop was blissfully relaxed.
The first swat broke the silence of the room, a loud thwack of skin against skin. Fuck, it stung.
“One,” Hop choked out in surprise, his eyes already watering.
A softer slap to the other cheek.
“Two.” He wheezed.
It went on and on. Rafe’s palm never landed in the same place twice, never hit the same way. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes featherlight, sometimes Rafe would turn it into a caress that made pleasure twist Hop’s balls and his cock strain for any kind of touch. The randomness was part of the experience. It kept Hop always anticipating and always shocked.
“That’s it,” Rafe said.
“More, harder, please,” Hop begged.
Rafe massaged his stinging flesh. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”
Hop panted into the smooth desktop and tilted his ass up into Rafe’s touch. It shouldn’t feel this good, but fuck, it did. Then Rafe hit him and the sharp force of the blow pushed all the air from his lungs. Oh fuck, it hurt, but the pain was exactly what he needed. It sent him high up into the clouds.
With every slap, Hop struggled more and more to keep count. His tears leaked a steady stream from the corners of his eyes.
The pain and heat and awful, awful joy that accompanied every stroke tugged Hop deeper and deeper into a place that was all shiny and gold and soft edges.
“Stay with me.” Rafe’s voice tethered him to the agonizing bliss and kept him conscious of the job he’d been charged with.
“Nine,” Hop said.
“One more, you can do it.”
When the final blow landed, Hop’s tightly held emotions finally shattered. It felt like everything he’d been holding back since childhood exploded out of him in a wailing, shuddering, sobbing mess.
“Ten,” he said, hiccupping through the tears.
“That’s right. Let it go. It’s okay,” Rafe said, as he pulled Hop around, tore the tie from his eyes, and tugged him into his big embrace. Rafe leaned against the desk, secure enough to support all of Hop’s weight, which was good, because Hop could not keep his knees locked for the life of him. He snuggled into Rafe, whose arms were strong and sure, his scent familiar and calming.