Page 30 of Atlas & Miles
Atlas settled onto the side of the bed and patted his thigh. “Good boy. Now, over my lap.”
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I wasn’t a small guy, and Atlas was much smaller than I was. But he manhandled me into position with a swift effortlessness that took my breath away, and soon, I was ass up on his thighs. My dick pressed against his leg, and I thought the position would probably work well to get me off before Atlas reached beneath me and tugged my dick between his legs.
Fuck, the way he was controlling my body had me sweating.
Atlas started rubbing my cheeks, warming me up as he spoke. “You mentioned your scene partners working things out on your ass, baby—what did you mean by that?”
I shifted a little on his lap at the question. I wasn’t used to having conversations about previous sexual partners in the middle of a scene, but with Atlas, it felt right. I twisted to look up at him. “Some of them would spank me with their hands ora paddle or sometimes even a flogger, cane, or crop. Others just wanted to fuck me hard, and when I was in the mood, I was down.”
“I can work with that.” Then he pinched my left cheek hard, barking out a quick demand. “But eyes down, boy.”
I immediately complied, turning back toward the floor. My elbows rested on the carpet, and I clasped my hands in front of them. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Atlas pinched my other cheek, and I winced but didn’t make a sound. I was owed a punishment, and while on some level I knew this was all for sexy fun, I wanted to please Atlas, be his good boy, take whatever he dished out. Plus, spanking—most pain—was fucking hot.
He spoke again once he’d resumed rubbing my ass. “Now, since you’ve done this before, I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m giving you twenty tonight.” He paused before asking, “Color?”
I moaned; I couldn’t help it. “Green, Daddy,” I managed, breathless. Every guy spanked differently, with varying degrees of harshness and impact, but something told me Atlas would ensure I would be feeling this tomorrow.
Shit.
Atlas’s hand left my ass, and I felt his body shift beneath me as he raised his hand then brought it down with a loudsmack.
Fuck!That hurt like hell.
The next smack landed in the middle of my left cheek, and I groaned before the third landed on my right. Damn, he’d done this before; probably many times. He knew what he was doing.
Not that I’d had any doubt.
Spank after spank rained down on my cheeks, and soon, the entire surface was on fire. By the tenth smack, he’d covered the entire surface of my ass, so the final ten would be delivered on already reddened, sore flesh.
He paused to rub the pain into my burning cheeks, and I whimpered as he did. His body shook a little like he was chuckling under his breath, but he was breathing hard, too. That felt more gratifying than it probably should’ve.
“Ten more, boy. Brace yourself.”
Then he brought his hand down again. He hit a bruise he’d created only moments ago, and I couldn’t hold back my shout then. I was grateful he didn’t have any close neighbors, because they might’ve called the cops given the sounds I was making as the twelfth, thirteenth, and fourteenth smacks landed.
After fifteen, Atlas paused again. I was sobbing on his lap, my body riding the wave of pleasure the pain was giving me. My dick was hard between his thighs, and it was possible I’d shoot cum all over his floor if he hit my ass just right.
“Last five.” He pinched both aching cheeks at the same time, and I cried out. “You’re taking this so well, baby boy. But I wonder . . .”
Oh, shit. What was going through that sadistic head of his?
He chuckled under his breath. “Well, I had the idea to spank more than just your ass, but we’ll save that for another time, okay?”
My breath caught, and I suddenly felt very small. “You’d . . . you’d spank methere, Daddy?”
Atlas kept rubbing, and a fresh burst of tears leaked from my eyes. “Where, baby? Where would I spank you? I need you to say it.” He tapped my ass lightly, but because it was already incredibly sore, I shouted again. “Tell me where I’m going to spank you soon.”
I cried out as his hand came down hard. “Sixteen, Daddy?”
Atlas kneaded my cheeks this time, his hands vicious, and I whimpered again. “Sure, baby boy. We can count that as sixteen. Now, tell me where you want me to spank you. Be thorough.”
My voice broke as I forced out the words, which came out as questions. “My hole?”
“Mm-hmm.” Atlas hummed his assent, shifting to the no-less-excruciating rubbing. “And?”
