Page 37 of Heat Clinic

The elevator slows to a stop and dings its arrival. “I don’t make threats.” The nip to his earlobe makes him suck in a quick breath. “I make promises.” I step out of the elevator and pull him with me and down the hallway to the door.

Unlocked. Lights on. Deadbolt.

I drag him over toward the king-size bed and force him down to the carpet. He kneels, spreading his legs exactly like he’s been trained. The way he stares up at me, his face at the absolutely fucking perfect height and his eyes glittering with humor and lust makes my mouth water.

“Continue what you started,” I command.

“I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific, darling.”

“Hmm.” My nostrils flare, and my eyes narrow. He’s just earned twice as many swats.

“Oh! Yes. Right.That.”

He goes for my crotch and undoes my hook and zipper, then reaches in and pulls me free from my pants. My erection is thick and veiny, swollen from his teasing and the rubbing of my suit pants. He grasps me and brings me to his lips, licking and swirling with his tongue, and then he swallows me down.

My lovely mate is at his best when his sharp tongue is kept busy, his pink lips stretched wide as I stuff his face with cock and fuck his throat. When I hit the back of him, my eyes slide shut, my grip on his hair relaxing as he bobs.

Close.

Too close.

The dull ache in my pelvis returns as everything tightens. “Stop. Get up and take off your clothes.”

He pulls his mouth away, placing one last kiss on my crown, then stands and holds my gaze as he strips. Tom unbuttons his shirt, his long, thin fingers moving nimbly down the line until he can pull it open and free it from his pants. He shrugs, slipping it off his shoulders, and lets it drop to the floor in a crumble.

My jaw ticks, and I add ten more strokes for every item of his he disrespects. By the end of his undressing, he’s earned fifty more. His cock is hard and heavy between his thighs as he stands there and waits for another order to defy.

So I deny him instead.

I move to the closet and make a show of taking my jacket off and hanging it up on its hanger. I take my belt off too and coil it. Best to take it off now, so I’m not tempted to use it on him later. We have a busy day tomorrow, and there will be a lot of sitting around and waiting. Once I’m bare, I dig through my suitcase and retrieve our bottle of lube and the gag.

His self-satisfied expression falls when he sees it. “Not a hollow one.”

I arch a brow. “It wouldn’t be much of a punishment if you liked it.” His chin stubble scratches me as I pinch his jaw. “Open.” He does, and I put the gag in place and buckle it behind his head, careful not to catch his long hair in the fastening.

So handsome.

I press a kiss to the gag’s strap and enjoy the way his green eyes narrow. A brat to the bitter fucking end. I grab him by the back of his neck, my fingers spanning side to side, and sit on the bed, pulling him over my lap. An arm across his shoulders keeps him pinned in place and prevents him from wiggling.

A steel plug gleams from between his ass cheeks. I spread him apart and inspect it, tapping it and pressing it in to make sure it’s properly seated. His ass arches into the air as I play with it until I’m satisfied.

His bottom is perfect, already healed nicely from our fun before his trip.

It’s time to change that.

I rub him, warming up his skin, and when he starts to wiggle and press his ass against my hand, I bring it down sharply on one cheek in a sharp, stinging blow. The skin pinkens nicely.Both sides should match.I bring my hand down on the other, hitting him hard. A funishment still needs to punish unacceptable behavior—otherwise a brat would never stop bratting.

What he really needs, what Tom craves, is reassurance. That I care enough to correct him when he’s bad. That I’m here and plan to stay. That I love him no matter how much of a little shit he’s being.

Every loud crack of my palm against his reddening ass tells him all these things and more.

I love you.

You’re mine.

We’re doing this together.

Forever.

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