Page 49 of Boy Issues

Silver’s words clicked in his head, the concept of power exchange finally tracking with him.

“Then I want to submit to you, Papi.”

Silver leaned up then clasped the back of Donovan’s head, drawing him closer and bringing their lips together in a heated kiss. He pulled Donovan flush to the hard planes of his body with a hand on his waist, grinding his stiff dick against Donovan’s thigh. He already knew what a magnificent cock Silver had and couldn’t imagine why it was still covered with fabric.

“Let’s get this over with, baby. Papi needs his cock in mijo’s ass.”

Donovan bit his lip, his erection throbbing in anticipation. “Whatever Papi wants.”

Silver gathered up his hand then led him to the side of the bed. The four post, Edwardian era frame—along with the matching dresser, armoire and nightstand—had been in his family for generations, and had been the one he’d had growing up. The furniture was the only thing he’d brought with him when he’d moved out.

Silver sat on the mattress and let Donovan’s hand go. “Take off your robe but give me the belt.”

Donovan drew his eyebrows together, perplexed by the request, yet anxious to please his Papi. The moment of nakedness he’d been dreading had arrived and was worse than he could’ve imagined. Silver was now eye level with Donovan’s less than impressive cock and would be viewing in all its glory his ashen skin stretched over jutting hip bones.

In for a penny…

Donovan slid the cloth belt free from the loops, then let the robe fall from his shoulders. He gasped as Silver buried his nose in the dark curls of Donovan’s groin, inhaling him in before mouthing his sac. Donovan clutched the black strands of Silver’s wavy hair to keep from pitching over, Silver’s hot breath and talented tongue making him crazy.

Silver abruptly stopped and straightened and Donovan whimpered in protest.

“Time for your spanking, baby.”

“That was cruel.” Donovan stuck out his bottom lip.

Silver grinned up at him. “That’s why it’s called a punishment.”

Donovan forced himself not to roll his eyes. He didn’t need Silver to add any additional teasing to the evening’s activities.

“Face down over my lap.” Silver patted his thighs.

Donovan licked his lips, unable to deny that the spanking might be less of a punishment than Silver had intended. He obeyed Silver’s order, the position a bit awkward with his long, gangly legs stretching out behind him and his head hanging down. Silver spread his thighs a bit, then manipulated Donovan’s body so that his cock would be trapped between them.

Siler rubbed slow circles over first one butt cheek, then the next. The anticipation of what Silver was about to do had Donovan on edge, but he still trusted that Silver would keep him safe. Their relationship might be new, but Silver had always proven himself to be a noble man.

It was more than Donovan could say for himself.

“Clasp your hands behind you and let them rest at the small of your back.”

“Uh, sure. But I feel as if I’ll land on my head.”

As it was, he was keeping himself from falling by pressing his palm to the carpet.

“Trust me, mijo. Trust I won’t let that happen.”

With a deep breath, Silver took a chance and brought his arms behind him, Silver simultaneously grabbing his shoulder before he could pitch forward. Silver held Donovan’s wrists at the base of his spine with one hand, then wrapped the terrycloth belt around them with his other. He maneuvered Donovan until he was balanced across Silver’s lap, then finished tying the belt. The awkwardness Donovan had previously felt had changed to helplessness.

It was so fucking hot.

Silver went back to petting Donovan’s backside, and he soon relaxed under Silver’s care. The tension he’d been holding in his muscles when he’d first draped himself over Silver’s lap gradually dissipated.

“Five for your first time. I’m beginning now.”

Donovan howled as the first slap landed on one small cheek. Silver struck the opposite one in quick succession then repeated the action, Donovan growling through the pain. The final blow landed across the center of his ass, the vibration from the more forceful strike traveling along his crack then straight to the tip of his dick.

He wanted more.

Silver rubbed soft circles on Donovan’s abused skin. “How’s my baby doing?”

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