Page 107 of Unspoken Rules

“After the shit you pulled in my office today, and ignoring me afterward, you don’t deserve my cock. Only good boys get my cock, Bryson. And you have not been a good boy today. But I’ll admit, your defiance makes me hard too. Seeing you stand up for yourself and be confident? Fuck, I’m so proud of that.”

Oh, Christ… Why is this so hot?

“So what am I supposed to do with you?” he asks huskily.

My dick is so hard, and the pressure of it being squished against the wall is torture. It’s taking everything to not hump it like a dog in heat. I know how pathetic that is, but Christ, I really want the friction of something—anything—on my dick. I should be embarrassed by the way I am. Pants around my ankles, Cole chastising me. But I only want more of what he’s doing.

Which is why I say, “Punish me.”

He groans, running his hand over my ass cheek. I arch into his hand, loving the way he touches me. But then his hand is gone and a second later, there’s a loud crack and a sharp sting. I lurch forward into the wall, the mix of pain from the smack and the pressure on my dick has me confused because it’s all so good.

His hand is back on my ass, rubbing the sting away. “Punish you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

My heart is pounding so hard I hear it in my ears.

Cole Harper just spanked me, and I liked it.

“You like being spanked?” he asks, sounding both shocked and eager.

“Yes,” comes out of my mouth automatically.

Cole doesn’t say another word, but rains down three more sharp smacks to my ass that have me panting. My dick is leaking, and I bet there’s pre-cum all over the wall.

“This is making me so goddamn hard,” he growls.

He’s breathing heavily too, and when he steps away, I miss the heat of him.

“Get undressed,” he says. “Now. Let’s go. Completely naked.”

I step back, keeping my back to him, and get undressed. I toe off my shoes and kick my pants away as I rip off my shirt. Cole’s hands are on either side of my hips. He uses his foot to spread my legs. There’s a soft thump that I can’t decipher, until there’s another sharp pain on my ass, but it isn’t his hand this time.

I hiss, then groan when I realize Cole is biting my ass. I scratch at the wall, letting my forehead fall forward as I breathe through the pain that has my cock throbbing.

I shouldn’t like this. But fuck, I really do. Just before the pain is too much, he pulls away and buries his face in my ass, spreading my cheeks and lapping at my hole. I buck forward but there’s nowhere to go with the wall right there. Cole uses that to his advantage, holding me against it. No one has ever had their mouth on that part of me before and it’s a strange but exciting feeling. I moan loudly. He eases a finger inside me, stroking my prostate that has me sounding like a rabid animal.

My dick hurts. It’s so hard it hurts, and I need to come so badly. I’m pretty sure I’m going to come like this, and I want to be embarrassed by that, but I’m so blinded by lust that I don’t care.

The pressure on my dick between the wall and him pushing me against it, the way he’s stroking my insides, and when he adds his tongue, licking around his finger, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“You know, Bryson. A really good boy would come for me right now.”

Oh fuck…

“A good boy would show me how much they love what I do to them and come all over the wall.”

I think I’m going to.

He keeps stroking inside me and uses his free hand to press on my lower back rhythmically, making me hump the wall, which is so fucking weird, but I don’t even care.

“Unless you’re not my good boy,” He taunts.

“I am,” I snap.

“Are you?”

“Yes!”

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