Page 24 of Various Intentions
“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, staring back at me as I cupped one perfect globe in my hand and jiggled it.
“What does it look like?”
He gasped and made a small stutter of a sound. “Are you punishing me? Did I do something wrong?”
I laughed. “Absolutely not. I’m very pleased with you,” I said, wetting a finger and running it along his crack.
Vincent jerked over my lap, the metal cage under his sweats bumping against my leg.
“What are you doing, Sir?” he said, attempting to keep from moaning.
“I’m playing with you. Since Matteo’s upstairs and not in any shape to join us, I’m enjoying having you to myself.”
“Oh.”
I wiggled the tip of my finger against his fluttering hole. Vincent made the most delicious whimpering sound.
“I see you obeyed my instructions about not putting panties on today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Although I do like you in the frilly underthings you wear, it’s also nice to have you go commando.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want to spank you right now, but not for punishment, because you’ve been very, verygood.”
“But…but I won’t be able to come…since I have the cage on,” Vincent said, breathing hard and squirming while I teased him with my finger.
“Oh, that’s true. What a shame,” I said, evincing not a shred of concern.
“It’s going to get me so horny. I’m already so, so horny.”
“I know.”
“Ah, fuck,” Vincent said. “Whatever you wish, Sir.”
“Give me your left wrist. I want to keep you in place.”
Vincent brought his wrist to his lower back and I grabbed it, bending his arm at the elbow and holding him firmly. I pushed against his hole a little more, then brought my hand up and brought it down lightly on his cheeks.
“Ow,” he said.
“That didn’t fucking hurt.”
He huffed a laugh. “No, Sir.”
“Then why did you say ‘ow’?”
“Acting?”
Now I was the one who laughed. “Oh, all right. We’re going to be funny today, are we? Let’s see how funny this is, my dear.” I tugged his sweatpants down to his knees.
I began to spank him, not harshly, but in a way I knew would push any tendencies to humor from Vincent’s mind. I spanked him the way he liked best, the way I knew would make him horny as fuck, the way I liked to spank him when I wanted him to rut on my leg and overflow.
Only right now he couldn’t. And I don’t think he thought it was funny anymore.
I’d spank him just hard enough that he’d feel it and light enough that the pain wouldn’t overshadow the way he felt aboutbeingspanked, over my knee, in the living room, solely because I wanted to do it and didn’t give a fuck that he wouldn’t be able to come.
