Page 104 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“On the bed,” Auston ordered.
Chase scrambled to obey, landing in an odd half laying, half sitting position, balanced on unsteady elbows. “Daddy.”
Auston raised an eyebrow. “I suggest you don’t try to talk yourself out of this one, baby. You can’t afford to make this worse.”
Chase opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“On your stomach. Head on the pillows.”
Slowly, Chase turned and wiggled to his side of the bed. He lay as asked, but Auston could see the solid line of his shoulders, his tense back. Chase’s scent was heavy in the air, anticipation making it swell and sweeten.
Auston took his time. Hung the suit jacket he’d taken off. Put the cufflinks away. He grabbed his phone and sat on his side of the bed, propped up by the pillows leaning against the headboard, legs spread in front of him.
He had a few emails he’d been meaning to answer and went to those first, typing out his replies and sending them off. He textedMark an idea he’d had the other day but had forgotten to share. Went to Instagram and liked a few of his sister’s pictures.
“Daddy?” The voice trembled up into the air beside him. Auston didn’t turn to look.
“Hm?”
Silence. “I’m sorry.”
At that, Auston met Chase’s gaze. “For what?”
“For…for talking to that Alpha. I swear I wasn’t actually flirting, Daddy. I was just pretending.”
“To the Alpha you were talking to, what’s the difference between actual flirting, and pretend flirting?” Auston mused.
Chase choked on his response. Swallowed. “Sorry.”
Auston watched him quietly for a few, long beats. Traced the familiar lines of Chase’s body with his eyes—the golden skin, the dip of his back, the round cheeks of his ass. “Do you think a sorry is enough?”
A spike in Chase’s scent, heady. “No.”
“What do you think your punishment should be, then?”
At the word ‘punishment’, Chase’s eyes went wide, his tongue coming out to lick his lips. “I…whatever you think is right, Daddy.”
“What if what I think is right is leaving you there all night? Going to the guest room and not touching you at all?”
Chase breathed out hard. “I…I think that might be a yellow.”
Auston softened. Obviously, there was no way he was leaving Chase there, but he appreciated Chase’s honesty.
He cupped the back of Chase’s head, thumb pressing right between his ear and cheek. Chase’s eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch.
“No, that’s not what my baby deserves, is it?” Auston asked softly. Chase made a small, hurt noise, shaking his head. Auston bent so his breath was fanning over Chase’s face. “One thingbefore we start, though. You don’t get to come. That’s my condition. If you can’t handle that, we stop now and go to bed.”
Chase’s eyebrows bunched together. Auston could see him on the verge of complaining, but the expression drained away. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Good boy. Come here.”
Chase scrambled up, and Auston manoeuvred him so the Omega was spread sideways over his lap, ass right in the middle of it, a perfect half-moon.
Auston stroked Chase there, disturbing the thin down, feeling the crease where ass met thigh. Chase lay still, obedient, face buried in his crossed arms as he breathed choppily.
“Ready, baby?”
A cut-off noise. A nod.
