Page 86 of Wedlocked

Caressing my fingers over the swell of his bottom and then down over the tops of his thighs, I went on. “I told you to never let it get this bad, didn’t I? I told you to come to me when you were feeling bottled-up and overwhelmed.” I smacked the tops of his thighs, making him buck and straighten.

Whining, he backed up to rut his stinging ass against the rigid dick not even my snow pants could hide. I let him for a moment, fingering the bow against his ass before grabbing his hips and stopping his movement.

“Daddy,” he begged.

“We aren’t done.”

He bent at the waist, immediately wiggling his red ass. The sound of more swift, thorough smacks reverberated around the room. Bodhi braced his palms on the wall to support his weight, bowing his back. “More. Please more.”

I gave him what he asked for, what he clearly needed, surprised once more it had gotten this bad. We’d just had sex last night.

But this wasn’t about sex. This was something else.

“You acted carelessly out on the trails this morning. You knew your daddy wanted you to slow down. You know the rules.”Smack. Smack.“What are the rules, Goldilocks?”

“Fuck your rules.”

I laid into his upper thighs again. When they were bright red, I said, “Hold your ass open.”

“I can’t.”

“I said hold it open.”

Whimpering, he reached around to peel his buttocks apart. I hummed at the sight of this hole and the pink string rubbing against it.

“Please don’t,” he tried, but it was half-assed. He wanted this. Heneededit.

I hooked my thumb under the string and snapped it, then again, making sure it slapped right against his sensitive flesh.

He panted and squirmed, releasing his cheeks to sag against the wall.

“Rules,” I growled.

“Be careful with myself,” he said.

“And why do you need to take care of yourself?”

“Because my daddy loves me.”

“That’s right. And I want you to be safe. I’d never survive if something happened to my baby.”

“Then why were you flirting with someone else?”

“That’s what pushed you over the edge, wasn’t it, baby?” I murmured, petting his flesh. “I knew you were getting needy, but I thought you could make it through a meal.”

“You’re mine,” he spat, looking over his shoulder at me with red cheeks and glassy eyes. “I won’t let anyone take you.”

“I don’t want anyone but you, sweetheart,” I said even as I realized he was beyond words. I mean, he threw a mocha all over me for shit’s sake.

Reaching into the zippered pocket of my snow pants, I grabbed two packets of single-use lube and stuck them between my teeth while unlacing the front to push them down.

Bodhi glanced over his shoulder at my newly bared dick and whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”

“I’m coming,” I promised, pulling aside the thin strip of this thong and ripping the lube open with my teeth.

After squeezing some onto my fingers and coating my shaft, I drizzled what was left in his crack.

He hissed at the cold sensation, and I grabbed the back of his neck to hold him still while smearing the liquid around. “This has to be quick, sweetheart,” I told him, pushing a finger into his hole.

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