Page 38 of Heat Clinic

Always.

He sobs with the first breakthrough of his emotions tonight as the punishment sinks into his skin and he gives up. Surrenders to it. He goes limp on my lap, and I play with his plug to reward him.Good boy,this gesture says. His hips thrust, his trapped dick rubbing against my thigh, so I give him what he wants. What he needs.

“You were naughty, teasing me in the car like that. Getting me excited and leaving me hanging so I had to walk into the lobby with my cock hard and dripping.”

I spank him again and again, my hand sparking heat across his ass and the backs of his thighs. He sucks in a pained breath when I catch him in the sweet spot, that little strip of skin where ass meets thigh. Such a small, sensitive area. Tender. I swat it again, one for each side. An even number.

“You’ve probably ruined my suit. It’s wool. It’s going to be a nightmare for the dry cleaner to get the stains out.”

My hand lands thudding blows one after the other until his red buttocks pour off heat. We take a breather, so his lesson can sink in and he can catch his breath while I play with his skin. I draw shapes on his redness with a fingertip until he shivers. He bucks against me. This is its own sort of sweet torture.

At seventy-three swats he sobs in earnest. He sniffles, his eyes and nose running as drool drips through the open hole of his gag. The humiliation of it is the point.

“And worse than both of those things, you brought bystanders into our game.”

I give him one last quick break, then finish. My hand burns and stings, and it’s as red as his ass by the time I get to a hundred. The gag comes off to signal the end of the punishment and the beginning of play.

“I’m sorry,” Tom gasps once his mouth is freed.

“No, you’re not. But you will be when I’m done with you. I’m going to drive the lesson into you the only way you learn,” I say.

I grasp the flared base of his plug and pull it with a slow, insistent tug. It pops free, and he moans at the loss of it. His hole spasms so prettily. He won’t be empty for long.

He needs help to get on the bed. I lie down with him, dragging my hands down his body and brushing the tear tracks from his face as I press a kiss to his mouth and tangle our tongues together. My knee notches his leg higher as I spread him open and settle between his thighs, my cock dripping a sticky trail on his belly.

I grab the bottle of lube I tossed on the bed earlier and pour a generous coating onto my hand and spread it on the both of us. His breath hitches at the first intrusion of my finger. I work it into him and pump, slicking him up, then add a second and a third. He stretches for me, his tight hole readied by the plug that’s nearly as thick as my cock.

Tom hooks his leg around my thighs, and he moans with the press of my tip against his hole. My hips cant, working it in slowly, one inch at a time, until we’re rocking together and I’m fully seated.

“Do you feel how hard you make me?” I ask.

His eyes are closed as he savors each sensation, but he nods. His long brown hair tangles on the sheets.

“Harder,” Tom demands. As if he’s in charge here. “Fuck me harder, alpha.” His cock drips pre-cum on his belly as we fuck with a sweet, slow pace that feels like coming home.

“No.”

Our lovemaking is a gentle thing. A reconnection. Brutal in its denial. He didn’t want sweet and slow. He wanted devastation. But my mate gets what he needs, not what he wants. I claim his mouth in a tender kiss and rub my thumb over his leaking head while we rock together. The tension that was built and stalled earlier comes back with a vengeance, and each breath gets a little deeper, a little faster as my heart races. I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his cock, working him until his chest heaves.

“I’m going to fuck you exactly how I want to fuck and you’re going to take it, beta, and thank me for it after. Now, can you take my knot?”

Tom bites his lip and his brow scrunches. “I think it’s been too long.”

My answer is a grunt of acknowledgment. He jerks in my grip as I tug harder, faster, and pound his ass to match it. He’s close. So am I. A lifetime of this, of us, has taught me how to read my mate like a book. How to edge him right up to that line and build the tension so the release is greater. But I only tease him twice.

“How badly does your ass hurt where it’s rubbing against the bed?” I ask.

“It hurts so good, alpha.” His voice is breathy, and his nostrils flare with every ragged gulp of air and pheromones.

We’re both eager and panting and ready for it when I tip over that edge and bring him with me. His nails scrape against my shoulders as he presses his forehead against my sweat-coated chest and comes with a jerk and a cry. His cum paints his belly as I shoot ropes of mine inside of him, filling him until he’s fit to burst. My knot swells, brushing up against his entrance, and he wiggles a hand down between us to squeeze it.

I grunt as he milks the seed out of me, stuffing his ass full of it. We kiss as we settle and regain our breath, and my knot slowly shrinks. Pulling out sends cum and lube running down his still red ass. We’ve made a mess of the bedding. But as I hold him against me, I can’t find it in me to care.

“Thank you, alpha.” His eyes slide shut and his lips twitch up in a smile as his cock gives one last pulse and then goes soft.

Later, when we’re showered and fed and cozy in bed, only partially paying attention to the movie we rented, I glide my hand up and down his back as he cuddles against me.

“I missed you,” Tom says with a sigh.

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