Page 11 of Babe

“What?” he muttered, his back still to me.

“Do you want a spanking?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. He spun around to face me, the hurt falling from his features. His eyes were wide, his pupils blown wide just the slightest bit. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip, and I knew I had him. Hook, line, and sinker. Papa knew how to take care of his boy. “Do you want a spanking, sweet boy?” I repeated when he didn’t answer.

His shoulders relaxed at the term of endearment, his face softening. Clearly, he wasn’t used to being treated kindly after he acted out. He was in for an awakening with me. Bratty or not, pissy or not, I would still be kind to him. Still pamper him and give him everything he needed.

Slowly, Ace nodded, his fingers twisting together in front of him. His cock had plumped up a bit, pressing against the front of the sweatpants he was wearing. With one finger, I beckoned him to me, and he quickly made his way back over to me, looking up at me with all the trust in the world.

He was unraveling me.

I cupped his cheek once we were toe to toe, and he pressed his face into my hand, his eyes fluttering shut. “We’re going to use the color system.” He looked up at me then. “Do you know what the color system is?”

He nodded. “Red means stop. Yellow means I need a break. Green means I’m good to go.”

“Good boy.” I pressed my lips to his forehead. “What’s your color, sweet boy?”

“Green, Papa,” he breathed. “So fucking green.”

I gently turned him to face the dining room table, then pressed my hand between his shoulder blades. He laid his upper body over the table, a shiver rolling down his spine. I rubbed his backside, and he moaned, his eyelids fluttering.

God, he was so perfect.

“For your first time, I’m going to spank you with your pants still on. But if you need another spanking after this one,” which he probably would, “then your pants come down. Understand?”

“Yes, Papa,” he breathed.

“Good boy,” I praised. And then, my hand cracked across his ass. He whimpered, his fingers curling around the other side of the table. I rubbed the sting away a little, then smacked his other cheek. After giving him three more smacks, I pulled him up and lifted him, setting him on the edge of the table. A tear ran down his cheek, but he parted his legs and gripped the top of my jeans, tugging me close so he could wrap his arms around me.

And then, he leaned up and pressed his mouth to mine.

I groaned, my arm banding around his back, my other hand sliding into his soft, purple hair. I nipped and sucked at his bottom lip, and he parted for me, moaning into my mouth as I fucked my tongue into his. His cock was just as hard as mine, and he was grinding against me, driving me fucking crazy.

“Ace,” I groaned, pulling back a little so I could look down at him, my chest heaving, “we need to slow down.”

He shook his head. “No. I want you, Papa. Please. Please, please, please,” he begged. And fuck, that sweet begging, the needy look in his eyes, fucking did me in. How the hell was I expected to resist him?

I gripped the backs of his thighs and lifted him, carrying him toward the stairs. He licked, sucked, nipped, and licked some more at my neck as I ascended the staircase, moving as quickly as I could without potentially dropping him or falling back down them. My dick was throbbing and leaking by the time I stepped into the loft, desperate to be inside of him.

Pressing one knee into the mattress, I laid him back before moving over him, letting my body press his into the mattress. He whispered my name like a prayer, his smaller hands pushing under my shirt to rub over the tattoos on my back. My muscles rippled under his touch as I plunged my tongue back in deep, fucking into his mouth.

He moaned, whimpered, groaned, and whined beneath me as I rocked our bodies together. He pressed up with each roll of my hips, his kisses turning sloppy as he lost himself in how good we felt together.

I couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to be inside of him. Fucking Earth shattering, probably.

“Papa, I want—off,” he whined, pushing at my shirt. Leaning up, I pulled the offending garment over my head, and he sighed, running his hands over me like I’d just given him the best gift in the entire world. I arched a brow at him. “Want more, Ace baby?”

He eagerly nodded his head, so I unsnapped my jeans and stood from the bed, tugging them and my briefs down. His lips parted, his breath hitching, and then, he was reaching for his own clothes, tugging them off and getting his shirt stuck over his head in his eagerness. Chuckling, I reached down and helped him out of it before we worked on getting his sweatpants off together.

My brows lifted when I took in his pierced cock. A bar ran beneath the tip, and a Jacob’s ladder lined the underside of his cock. I groaned, reaching out to run my finger over the bar through his tip. He moaned, his head falling back, his lips parted. So damn beautiful.

His cock was flushed and leaking, the tip an angry red. I gently caressed it, watching as he moaned, his back arching, his feet pressing into the mattress as he pushed his hips up, wanting more of my touch.

Instead, I kneeled at the foot of the bed and pressed a tender kiss to each of his purple-painted toes, then kissed a trail over the arch of his feet before moving up his legs, paying special attention to the backs of his knees when I noticed it was a particularly sensitive zone for him. His inner thighs were even more sensitive, soft blonde hairs tickling my lips as I worshipped both legs.

“Color?” I rasped.

“Green. Green, Green,” he panted. “Papa?—”

I swallowed his pierced cock to the back of my throat, grazing my tongue over each piercing, loving the way they felt. He cried out my name, coming within mere seconds of him being in my mouth. I moaned around him, swallowing every drop he gave me. My boy had been on edge, so eager to come for me, and fuck, I loved it.

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