Page 79 of Reclaiming Home

Holding eye contact, I pulled his underwear down and tossed it aside when he lifted each foot for me.

He tugged me back to my feet by my hair. I registered the fact that he had enough of my hair in his fist that it didn’t hurt much but gave him all the control anyway.

I grabbed the hem of his top and tugged it up. He let go of me so I could get it over his head.

“Now undress yourself.”

That was easy. I whipped my T-shirt off and had my sweats down and off within a few seconds.

“Eager much, brat?” he purred, making me stick my tongue out at him. “Careful or the wolf might get your tongue.” He leaned closer, pulled me to him, and snapped his teeth that were now sharper than seconds before.

“I think someone needs a good spanking,” he mused, then turned us until he could sit on the edge of the bed.

Without letting go of my hair, he tugged me down again. “Come on, I’m sure a brat like you has been spanked before.”

Snorting softly, even knowing it would lead to consequences, I draped myself over his lap. He let me make myself comfortable, making sure that my leaking cock was between his legs and not trapped, and his own was pressed against my side in a line of heat that was somehow mind-blowingly erotic.

“Normally, I would hold onto your body, but I think you haven’t deserved both of my hands on your skin yet.”

With that, he tightened his hold of my hair, this time enough for it to truly sting without pulling any out, and brought his big palm to one of my ass cheeks.

He squeezed, hard, making me moan at the dual sensation of sudden pain.

He alternated between cheeks, squeezing and rubbing until I felt sore. That was when he smacked me for the first time.

The choked sound I made had him chuckling. “Aww, this is where westart, brat. There’s no need to count, just sink into it. I’m not sure brats can count high enough anyway.”

And then he let his hand fly against my skin.

I didn’t count. I couldn’t. Not with how quickly his erratic, yet still oddly steady rhythm lulled my brain into that space I’d only heard of before.

The pain on the top of my thighs and up my butt and on my scalp started to feel like one big connected area. It was as if the rest of me didn’t exist.

The tears started at some point, and I breathed through my mouth, gasping and probably drooling, too.

My cock was rock hard, but I didn’t register it much. It wasn’t as important as the pain.

And the words.

“…you’re so good. You’re home now, Kye. You’re safe, and you’re loved, and you’ll never be alone or lose anyone again as long as I have breath in my lungs. You’re safe, I love you, you’re such a good boy for me….”

When I came to, I was cradled in his arms on the bed. He put a tissue on my nose and told me to blow. I obeyed, because what else was there to do?

Then he took another tissue and cleaned up my face.

I realized my hair was on a loose braid and hanging over my shoulder.

“How long was I out?”

“Ten, fifteen minutes, probably.” He smiled and kissed my forehead. “How are you feeling, baby?”

I took stock of the throbbing of my backside and the way my scalp was tender but not really hurting.

“I’m… perfect.”

Brodie grinned. “That you are.” He kissed me on the mouth.

“I love you, too,” I told him.

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