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“Yes, Sir. But please, I want more.”

“You beg so beautifully, pet.” I spank again, alternating back and forth between his left cheek and his right, smacking him in the center too. He clutches a couch pillow, moaning and begging. My cock throbs beneath him, trapped inside the confines of my jeans.

“Thank you, Sir. I just want to please you.”

He already does, more than he knows. I rub my hand over the curve of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to look at the pink hole between them. I have to restrain myself from pushing the tip of my finger inside him. I pull back and smack him again.

“Fuck yes.”

Pink blooms in his cheeks. I alternate between fast hits and brushing my hand over the curves of his ass in between. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just dying. I want to come.”

“Don’t. Your Sir hasn’t given you permission yet. I’m going to hit you a little harder now—just a few more.”

“Do you want me to count?”

“No. We’ll save that for punishment. This is all for fun.”

“You know what would be really fun? If I could come,” he says before I smack him again, hard enough to make my hand sting.

“Fuck. Ouch. That was a good one.”

“Too hard?”

“Definitely not. I love it, Sir.”Smack, smack, smack, smack.I let the hits rain down on him, the pink darkening to red. JT ruts against my legs, breaths coming out sharper, and when he says “Oh God,” I hear his voice crack. When he turns to look at me, tears streak his cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re crying for me. Do you like giving me your tears?”

Before he can reply, I spank him three more times. This time, the cry breaks from his throat, twined with “Yes, Sir. I love giving you my tears.”

I tighten my hands to keep myself from continuing. “Come here.” I pull him toward me. JT comes easily, straddling me. “Look at you.” I wipe my thumb beneath one of his eyes, collecting the moisture there, before sucking it into my mouth.“Such a pretty boy. You did so well for me. I almost want to let you come, but it’s not time yet.”

JT whimpers as he nuzzles into my hand. “Please.”

The pouch of his jock is wetter now, the circle growing as he leaks precum. “I get to come first. You have to wait, and if you don’t give me what I need, then you’ll go home with full balls.” I cup his bulge, massaging him.

“Fuck…so good.” JT’s eyes roll back, and he thrusts his groin into my grip.

“None of that.” I smack his leg, and I feel the tremor that runs the length of him. I wipe his tears again, then push my digit into his mouth. “Remember when you sucked your fingers for me? When you sat on the floor and rubbed your cheek against the mattress, wishing it was me?”

“Yes, Sir,” he says around my finger in his mouth.

“Now you get to have the real thing. Get on your knees.”

His eyes spark in a way that shoots right to my already hard cock, making it lengthen and pulse even more.

JT scrambles to his knees between my legs, looking up at me like the good boy he is, face still stained from his tears.

“Does your ass sting?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you like it?”

“More than you know.”

“Good boy.” I trace his lips with my finger, wondering what he tastes like—both here and the tight hole I can’t wait to sink inside. “Unbutton and unzip me,” I order, then wait, more eager than I have any right to be.

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