Page 31 of Atlas & Miles
“M-my dick?”
He reached under me and squeezed said dick hard, and I shouted again. In this heightened state, I could almost imagine the harsh treatmentwasa smack. “And?”
“My . . . my balls, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby. All three. Your hole, your dick,andyour balls. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His hand lifted from my ass before I could reply. “Brace yourself, baby.”
The next smack was the hardest yet, and I screamed out my “Seventeen!” just before the next one hit. I barely kept up with the count, but I made it to twenty like the good boy I was.
I was floating, but fuck, but my ass was on fire, and my dick was ready to explode.
“Breathe, baby,” he cooed, resting his hand on my heated cheeks, not moving. I did as he said, following the sound of his voice through the glorious haze that had descended on my mind. I felt him guide me back to the bed to lie down, and while I hissed when my sore ass scratched against the comforter, I barely registered anything else.
Until his mouth was on me, sucking my entire cock down his throat.
As keyed up as I was from the hottest spanking of my life, it didn’t take me long to shoot my cum down his throat. He swallowed every drop, hands caressing my sides as if to say I was a good boy,hisgood boy, for giving him my cum.
Then I was spent. I collapsed, melting into the bed, a boneless, gasping mess of a man. Atlas climbed up next to me, curling against my side and placing his head on my chest. We just laidthere until I caught my breath, let my body calm down from being so worked over.
With the calm came the pain, but while it hurt like hell, I also reveled in it. Atlas had completely owned me like I’d asked him to, and he hadn’t held back. He’d proven he could be the Daddy I needed.
I just had to figure out how to be the boy he needed me to be. Which meant coming out.
As he brought me a water bottle from the kitchen, ensured I drank at least half of it, then turned me over to rub salve into my tender skin, I felt ice running through my veins at the thought of finally telling the world I was gay. Because I knew I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t come out, not yet. I wanted to keep him, but I just . . . I just couldn’t.
Not coming out meant our future was uncertain. He’d promised he wanted to give us a try, that we would be exclusive for the duration, and since he knew where I stood on coming out, I assumed that meant he was fine to wait until I was ready.
But that was a conversation for another day.
Because right now, I was going to bask in the joy and elation brought on by my first scene with the absolute best Daddy I’d ever had.
If only I could keep him.
Chapter nine
Atlas
By the time I’d given Miles enough aftercare for me to be satisfied—which largely involved holding him on my lap for a long time while he dozed after which we’d showered and I’d reapplied arnica gel to his perfect dark-red ass cheeks—it was past midnight. I tucked him into bed next to me, rushed through my nightly routine, then crawled under the covers next to him.
I was asleep in minutes.
Bright sunlight streaming through my bedroom window woke me up, and I groaned quietly as I stretched so as not to wake the most perfect boy in the world, the one who shared my bed.
But when I turned toward him, Miles was already stirring on the mattress beside me. “Mmm . . . what time is it?” he mumbled, voice gravelly with sleep.
I twisted to see the clock on my nightstand. “Nearly eight.” Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. “You’re okay on time, right?”
Miles scrubbed a hand over his face adorably then blinked a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. When his beautifulbrown irises met mine, almost translucent in the sunlight, he smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, leaning in to steal a quick but hard kiss, morning breath be damned. I grinned at him. “What time do you need to get to work?”
Miles blinked a few more times then pushed to sit up. I’d need to stock the good coffee Miles liked at my house if—I meant when—this became a regular occurrence. But as soon as his tender ass scraped against the sheets, he hissed. “Shit! That fucking hurts!”
I chuckled at his misery like the good sadist I was. “Sorry, not sorry.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but I could see the smile playing on his lips. Completely ruined the effect. “I bet you are.” He gingerly settled on his tender ass, then his face smoothed as he stilled on the bed. “My first appointment is at noon, so I have all morning.”
“Good.” I jumped to my feet, clapping my hands once in my excitement. “Wanna run some errands with me?”
