Page 33 of Isaiah and Jameson
He laid the first blow down, the sweet, pale skin showing white, then red.
“Jameson!” Isaiah gasped out his name, squirming.
“Yes, love?” He laid down another swat.
“You’re spanking me.”
Jameson wanted to laugh, but Isaiah would find that mean, he would bet. “I am. You need it.” He slapped again, alternating cheeks. “You need to settle and know I’m with you, constantly.”
“I— oh, please.”
His boy was such a natural. “Yes. You see? This will put you in the perfect place for tonight.”
Then, when it was over, they’d play.
“More.” Now Isaiah was rocking into each blow, demanding what he needed.
“Good boy. So good. All I have.” He whaled on his lover’s pale, fine ass.
“Yes.” That long, lean body arched, Isaiah radiating pure joy, utter need.
Even when his hand began to sting and throb, Isaiah begged for more. He slowed his swats, knowing he had to get his lover dressed for the party before an hour was up.
“Jameson. No.” Isaiah wiggled, rubbing madly.
“Ah-ah.” He lifted Isaiah up for a kiss. “No coming now. After.”
“Jameson!”
He grabbed Isaiah’s hips. “No, love. After. As many times as you want.”
Isaiah groaned. “So mean to me.”
“No. I’m giving you what will get you through tonight.” He sat Isaiah up. His boy leaned into him, breathing nice and slow.
“Kiss me, at least?”
“Of course.” He kissed Isaiah’s mouth, slow and deep, making a promise to be right there. Now he had to get his lover up and dressed for his party. “Where’s the gray turtleneck, love?”
“The what?”
“The gray turtleneck you tried on. It’s just the thing.”
“How do you know?” Isaiah shot him a look, but retrieved a deep gray turtleneck, dove gray slacks.
“Yes. Oh, yes. No underwear, though. The wool should touch your skin,” Jameson commanded.
“What?”
He adored that blush. Adored it.
“You heard me.” He caressed that glowing behind. “I want you to feel what I did. It will heal too fast as it is. I’ll build a muscle keeping you burning.”
Isaiah dressed quickly, cheeks on fire. His lover was solemn in the gray, hair stern and pulled back. He looked like a leader, his eyes no longer wild around the edges. Isaiah looked confident that Jameson had his back, at least.
“You look amazing, lover. Fierce.”
“Thank you. I just want this over.”
