Page 33 of Forever Not Yours

“Green,” I said. And he nodded.

“Good boy.” It seemed to suit him and be what he needed to hear. He was being good. So, so good. Brave.

Braver than me, trying to not show him how my hand was shaking. I’d done this before; none of this was new to me. This was my jam, completely. I had my techniques down, but I’d never looked after someone who mattered. And Bastien?

Boy, he mattered. The responsibility of doing this right and making it exactly what he needed—I didn’t even know if I was on the right track. I’d asked Juliet, rang her repeatedly yesterday and managed to get the odd sentence of sense out of her. Asked where she’d been.

The girl had guts, I had to give her that. She had done her research and had been to see someone in a hardcore club for guidance. I wondered what she’d done to Bastien, if it had helped or made him worse. I couldn’t tell, from the way he stood there, naked in front of me.

I’d decided to stay dressed, give him the security of knowing I wasn’t about to fuck him. Not this time. Instead—

“I want you to lie down on my lap.” I kept my voice stern, not giving him choices here, nor openings toback out. Holding on to his hand, I guided him where I wanted him, put my hand on his back, pushed.

“Over my lap. Like I did this morning.”

I hadn’t been ready for this earlier, suddenly not sure at all what I was doing. I felt more confident now, having set the scene. Outlined my expectations. Got him to agree to them.

He was doing what he was being told to, even though his arms were all over the place as I tried to get him comfortable with his dick between my thighs, legs resting on the floor so he could control the movements. I put his arms behind his back, crossing them over so I had full control. He wasn’t going anywhere.

I had no idea if this would turn him on, but I was hoping it would.

“Bastien, are you comfortable?”

No response.

“Last warning. I expect answers.”

“Green, fuck’s sake, green. So bloody impatient.” He was shaking a little. I didn’t blame him. But he was also hard. Really hard, that dick of his straining against the inside of my leg. As long as he was, I was on the right track.

“Therefore, all this bullshitting about the past weeks? That stops now. You fucked up, and you’re going to take the punishment for that. After that, we start fresh. Is that clear?”

He swallowed. Hard.

“Words, Bastien.” I liked how he shuddered as my hand slowly stroked his pale arse cheeks. Soft skin, soft hair everywhere.

“Okay,” he whispered.

“I’m going to give you a good spanking.” I loved that word. “You’re going to be good for me and take it. Ten, and you’re going to count with me. Like the good boy you are.”

His chest was heaving, but I held firm, determined this time. I wasn’t going to give in to him. He needed this almost as much as I needed this. It had been a long time coming.

“How are you feeling?”

It took a few breaths and my hand firmly bending his crossed wrists. A little pain compliance went along way.

“Green.”

“Good boy. I will check in after each one. Any time you’ve had enough, you say red. But I think you can take ten. All the way, Bastien, because you deserve them. Every single one.”

That seemed to get to him. He swallowed heavily as I raised my hand.

Took aim.

I was strong. My arms were my tools at work, and I could pack a punch. I wasn’t going full-on with the first one, though. Just enough to make it sting.

It did. I could tell, his body taking the impact with a shrill “Fuck!” out of his mouth.

“No, Bastien. Count. I didn’t hear a number.”

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