Page 12 of The War Revision
“Didn’t take you for the punishing daddy type.” Despite his lighthearted tone, I can see he’s affected by it. His neck is flushed and his body doesn’t attempt to move from my lap.
“Count your punishment,” I order him, and let my hand fall on the lower curve of his ass. It bounces upward beautifully, making my cock throb. Fuck, this isn’t supposed to make me horny.
A muffled low sound comes out of Kaiden’s mouth, pressed into the sofa. I grab his ponytail and pulled his head up.
“I said count,” I growl, spanking both cheeks hard in a rapid succession.
“One. T-two,” he chokes out. I can feel his growing dick pressing against my thigh. He doesn’t only like it. He’s turned on by it. Mine plumps up even more because of it.
“Three. Four. Five.”
I hit him mercilessly, enjoying his moans and the red marks spreading all over his skin. The two dimples above the crease of his ass are the hottest things I’ve ever seen, and I feel the urge to tongue them or cover them in my cum.
“If I knew this was the way to shut you up, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” I groan while falling into temptation as I knead one meaty cheek. My fingers sink into the soft, firm flesh, and I get a glance at his puckered hole. An animalistic snarl leaves my lips.
He starts moving on top of me, rubbing his cock on my thigh. When I pull on his hair, tilting his head further back, I see his eyes are closed and his mouth is open on a silent moan. Jesus, that expression can send a man to his grave—with a fucking smile on his face.
This is not supposed to be a pleasurable moment. This is a lesson he needs to learn.
I lay his head on the sofa again, cheek down, so that I can see and hear him. Keeping his hips still with one hand, I land another slap on his cheek.
“Six,” he quickly moans. Damn, I never thought he’d be such a submissive whore. It feels empowering to have mouth-blabbering, cocky Kaiden Donnelly reduced to a humping, whimpering mess.
He counts up to fifteen.
He’s breathing heavily. His cheeks have turned into juicy apples and his back rises and falls frantically. His white-knuckled hands are fisting the sofa cushion. Fuck, if I don’t like seeing him like this. Needy. Eager. Silent.
All my anger has disappeared, although the spanking has left my very unsatisfied dick hard as granite.
I brush my fingers lightly over the reddened skin. Every time he sits, the slight sting will remind him of my large hand. And that pleases me more than it should.
I grab his nape and squeeze, enjoying the gasp escaping between his lips.
“Hope you learned the lesson. Now get up, darling,” I say softly, pulling his shorts back up.
“What?”
I help him stand, letting him go only when I’m sure he’s stable on his feet. When I look at him, he seems lost for a minute. But then a slow teasing smile curls his mouth.
“Spanking kink. You’re full of surprises, Lucifer.” He takes a step toward me, and I can see the intention in his eyes and the pole tenting his sweats. “Let’s go to my room,” he adds, and the way he says it? It’s like porn.
If I didn’t know him like I do, I’d fall into his charm. But he needs to know who’s in charge here.
“I need to go to work,” I utter impassively, looking down at the wrinkles on my light blue shirt. “Plus I’d need a hazmat suit to enter your bedroom.”
He glares at me. “Joke’s on you because you’d need one around my whole apartment,” he snaps.
I couldn’t agree more. Not even Snow White and her band of critters would be able to clean the unbelievable mess reigning in the living room.
His eyes move to the big bulge pushing against my suit pants. “Are you really going to pretend you didn’t enjoy it?”
“No. I quite enjoyed punishing you.” I’m painfully aware of my fully invested dick trapped in my pants. Christ! “As much as you enjoyed getting it.”
Kaiden throws me a scowl. “Falkor gets hard if a breeze blows its way.”
“Falkor?” The imaginary character?
He points at his groin. God, he’s ridiculous. And so not my usual type. Still, I have to stop my mouth from tilting up.
