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“Cameron, your ass isgorgeous.” My cheeks heated at his praise. “I’m going to enjoy painting it red very much.”
“Shit,” I cursed, which simply drew a laugh out of him as he resumed rubbing my ass. He dug in, treating it almost like a massage, and I settled into the feeling. That felt so good.
Then, without warning, the first blow fell.
“Fuck!” I yelled. That smack stung, and I was sure he’d left a handprint. This was my first time getting my ass spanked for real, and I hadn’t been sure how I’d feel about it, I’d just known that I wanted to try it.
It fucking burned. But I was into it. So fucking into it.
Then another fell against my other cheek.
I sucked in a breath. “Damn! Have you done this before?”
His hand paused in midair—I could feel thewhooshbut never felt it connect with my ass cheeks. “No. Why? Am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh, fuck no. You’re doing it perfectly right. Holy shit, Sam—you’re a natural at this. Keep going,please.” I relaxed mybody completely, sinking into the pain, offering him my full submission. “Please, Daddy. Spank me again."
Chapter twenty
Sam
My breath caught in my lungs. How could I get so lucky that this perfect man wanted me? Me! The imperfect FTM Daddy who barely felt like he knew what he was doing on a good day.
But by some miracle, he did. Cameron was here. I was in Cameron’s home, sitting on his bed, his creamy ass spread out below me, begging me to redden it. To make both of our dreams come true.
When his ass wiggled below me, calling my attention back to his perfection, I pushed all thoughts out of my head and focused solely on the rounded curves of his perky butt. Rubbing them again to heat them up—the way I’d seen in too many porn scenes to count—I breathed out a thank you to the universe that this incredible man trusted me with this.
Then I raised my hand again.
I alternated swats on one cheek then the other, spreading them across his perfect butt until it was red and swollen. He moaned the entire time, only crying out when I hit the same spotrepeatedly. I recreated the sound on the other side, loving his pleas both for more and for me to stop.
I was new at this, but I still remembered to check in. “Color, boy?”
At some point, he’d started sobbing. Maybe around swat number twenty-five, but I’d lost count, and that was awhile back. Goddamn, he could take a lot of pain. My hand might give out before he did.
“Green, Daddy.”
Oh fuck, how had I survived thirty-eight years in this world without hearing this man call me Daddy? It was fuckingeverything.
At his okay, my sole focus became the man beneath me, at the way his cheeks bounced and jiggled under my palm. I kept spanking him until my own palm burned then started lightening the swats—I wanted to help him let go, not hurt him for real.
After the final five smacks, so light they were really just taps, I rolled him off my lap and onto his side, lying down beside him. Cupping his face in my hands awkwardly, given our position, I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks, kissing the last of them away. He was still crying, and I could taste his submission in his tears. The beautiful, perfect submission of my boy.
Finally.
I pulled him into my chest, holding him close. “You okay, sweet boy?”
I heard the smile in his voice through his quieting tears. “Yes, Daddy, thank you. I was flying there for a little while. I think I hit subspace.”
“Shit, really?” I pulled away just enough so I could see him, scrubbing my hand along my jaw. It was a new habit I’d taken to recently since I was loving my newly grown stubble. “I didn’t hurt you?”
He grinned. “Only in the best way.”
I exhaled. “Good. But I still think I should rub some gel on it before we go to sleep.”
He nodded, his eyes red and a little unfocused.
I leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead before pulling back with a genuine smile. “Daddy’s here now, sweet boy, and he’s going to take care of you.”
