Page 41 of In the Middle of No(ah)where
"Thank you, Daddy."
"Strip for me."
I walk over to the front door to make sure it's locked and secure the deadbolt just in case Carlos decides to come home from Jasper's house early. I then walk back over to the middle of the living room and strip.
Standing in front of Marcus naked, I feel vulnerable but safe, knowing he'll protect me. I also feel awkward because I'm not sure what to do with my hands or my half-erect cock.
"Come here, Puppy." Marcus holds out his hand to me, and I take it. "Lie across my lap." He moves one of the pillows so my head is resting on it, my cock between his thighs and ass in the air. "Color?" He asks, checking in.
"Green, Daddy."
Marcus softly rubs my bare ass cheeks with his hand, warming the skin, and my head already feels better with just his touch. And the anticipation of what we're about to do.
He lifts his hands, and I miss the contact. It's short-lived. Marcus' hand comes down against my right butt cheek in the short whips. I jerk at the contact. It wasn't hard, but noticeable enough. Automatically, I start to giggle. "Green."
"I'm giving you ten. That one was a warm-up." My heart hammers in my chest at his words.
The next contact is a bit more intense, and I feel my cock press into the couch cushion as it's now fully erect.
Daddy rubs my ass soothingly before the smack comes from the underside of my ass cheek. The skin is a bit more sensitive, and I let out something between a moan and a whine. It feelsso good. His other hand is rubbing up and down my back and shoulders, never leaving contact with my body. Three smacks are administered in rapid succession on different parts of my ass.
One. It stings with a heavier intensity.
Two. It comes down before I can catch my breath from the first one.
Three. The burn is real. I wonder if it's already turning red, like in the videos I watched. I can't ask because it's not about sexual pleasure. Daddy is trying to clear my head.
After a few more minutes, the contact is working. A harder smack across both cheeks with Daddy's hand has my mind floating, and I know I've entered subspace. Daddy rubs my ass before administering another two hits.
My body goes limp.
"That's right, baby boy. Just relax in my lap." Daddy tells me as he rubs his hand along my skin. His fingertips skimmed the surface in a caress.
I close my eyes and let the feeling consume me as his hand continues to make contact.
After a few minutes, Daddy moves me off his lap. "Lie here. I'll be right back."
Daddy walks down the hall to the bathroom, and I hear the cabinet doors open and close. Daddy comes back and kneels next to the couch. I hear a squelch noise, and when I look over, I see Daddy rubbing his hands together. Lotion.
His hands glide across the globes of my ass, and the lotion feels cool on contact. It's soothing. I sit up on the couch, feel the burn on my skin, and let out a shiver. Daddy grabs the crocheted blanket from the back of the sofa, drapes it over my shoulders, and pulls me into his side, where I snuggle softly.
"You doing okay, Puppy?" He asks sweetly.
"Yeah. More than Okay. I feel…drunk?"
"It's normal. You slipped into subspace. I could feel it when your body went limp. That's why I stopped."
Having Marcus so in tune with my body is nice. I knew I would be safe with him. If I ever felt nervous, I would have used a safeword, and he would have respected my boundaries, just as he had when I calledyellow.
I lay my head on his shoulder with his arm tightly around me. Marcus doesn't force me to get up, and I'm grateful for that. I think he needs this time to regroup as well.
A car horn from the parking lot snaps me out of my dream state, and I begin to cry. Burying my face into Marcus, I apologize. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. It felt good." I tell him so he doesn't worry about me.
Marcus squeezes me tighter. "It's okay. This is a normal reaction. You're currently in sub-drop. You're coming out of your sub-space. I'm here for you and not going anywhere. Just tell me what you need."
"Just need you," I admit and cry a little more.
Feeling better about what had happened and remembering what had led us here, I informed Marcus that we needed to leave or we would be late for the open house.
