Page 69 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Master, please . . .” He was nearly begging now.
“Answer me, boy, or you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Scratch that—you already won’t be doing that. But I can keep going until your ass is purple, if you’d like.”
Joey whimpered again, and I almost came in my pants. This was like the best porn imaginable, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was made all the better knowing Sam was right beneath me. Who was I kidding—Sam’s lap was the best possible place to be for this.
“I . . .” He hesitated a bit, then the sub’s confession came tumbling out. “I was sucking you off and snuck my hands down my pants without permission. I rubbed myself until I came in them. You gave me ten swats on my bare ass and made me stand in the corner all wet with my red bottom facing you then promised thirty more swats for that tonight.”
“And?”
There was more? Holy shit, I was so into this.
Joey’s face darkened further. “Then I had to edge myself for thirty minutes for forgetting to eat lunch. You told me not to come, and I didn’t—”
“Stop lying, boy.”
“I swear, I didn’t! I lasted the whole thirty minutes with a vibrator in my ass and my hand stroking my dick. But . . .” He trailed off.
“Keep going,” Zander growled, and my body jerked. I was so close to coming, I could taste it.
“But then you made me wear the nipple clamps. When you put them on me, you told me not to come because it was all part of my punishment. But I couldn’t help it, Master! You know how horny I get when you put the clamps on me.”
Master smirked. “I do.”
Holy fucking shit. I leaned back, shifting my groin away from Sam’s stomach to avoid rubbing up against him. Even the smallest bit of friction would make me come in my pants at that reminder of my first night with S.M.C., with Daddy, with Sam.
So. Goddamn. Hot.
“So I came again, spurting all over you. You told me to clean it all up with my tongue, to not miss a drop unless I didn’t want to come for two weeks. I cleaned it up so good, Master! I promise!”
Zander stroked his lover’s hair tenderly. The sweetness in the middle of such an emotionally intense scene made my heart swell. “I know you did, sweet boy.” He smiled down at him. “And how many swats did I promise you for that infraction?”
Joey’s head tipped down again. “Forty.”
“Because . . . ?”
“Because when naughty boys don’t learn, their punishment is more severe.”
“That’s right, boy.” Zander threaded his fingers through Joey’s hair then yanked his head backward with it so Joey could look him in the eye. “Do you know how many swats you get tonight then, boy?”
“No, Master.”
I couldn’t see his face from here, but I just knew Zander’s smile turned evil. “I count one hundred.”
He gasped. “Master!”
“Are you angling for more? Because I could oblige.”
“No, Master!”
Zander chuckled.
“Okay, then let’s begin. First, you know the drill, but since you seem to have forgotten, I’ll remind you. Strip.”
Joey gripped the waist of his joggers and shoved them to the floor, peeling them off and revealing a light purple jockstrap.
“Beautiful,” Master murmured, seemingly without meaning to, as he stroked his boy’s hip. “Excellent.”
“Thank you, Master.”
