Page 60 of Disciplinary Action
Gideon hauled him to his feet with just the chain, biting at his lips and jaw, his cheek, before spinning Cal away from him to face the mirror.
“Bend over.”
Cal leaned forward, hands on the mattress. Gideon rubbed his clothed cock against Cal’s bare ass, then placed a hand on his shoulder blades, forcing his chest to the mattress.
“Open your legs,” Gideon murmured, rubbing his palm over Cal’s ass and thighs.
Cal did as he was told, feeling dirty in the best possible way. He wished he could see it, could watch the way Gideon played with him. Maybe someday.
“That’s it. So pretty. Such a good little whore for Daddy.” He teased a finger over Cal’s hole. He canted his hips back, hoping for more contact, but Gideon removed his hand. “Color?”
“Green, Daddy. So green,” Cal swore.
“Red and we stop. Don’t be a martyr or you’ll make me mad. Got it?” Gideon asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal promised.
The first blow from the paddle left a trail of fire in its wake, stealing the breath from Cal’s lungs. Gideon’s hand rubbed over Cal’s abused flesh. “Your skin always turns the prettiest shade of pink,” Gideon observed casually before swinging the paddle again.
Cal cried out, his hands clenching into fists as pain seared his skin and the endorphins hardened his nipples, his cock throbbing. Gideon’s fingers trailed over Cal’s thighs. “Does it hurt, baby?”
Cal nodded against the mattress. “Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered.
Gideon blanketed himself across Cal’s back, gripping his hair and craning his head back to look at him. “You like hurting for Daddy. Don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love it.”
“I love to hear you cry. You’re so pretty when you cry. So good at hurting for me,” Gideon praised, kissing his way down Cal’s spine before disappearing.
The next blow caught him off guard, bringing him up onto his tiptoes, tears springing to his eyes. “Ow,” he whined.
Gideon grunted, once more rubbing his clothed cock against Cal’s ass. Gideon was rock hard behind his zipper. Cal did that. He’d made Gideon hard. He loved it, loved that Cal was so willing to hurt for him, to beg for it. Gideon stepped back, and two more blows landed across Cal’s ass and thighs, his body flinching away from the final blow. He couldn’t help it. It was instinct. His body overriding his hormones. Tears rolled down his cheeks, but he could already feel his thoughts growing hazy, his brain taking him to that euphoric place where everything was electric.
Cal moaned at the perfect pleasure/pain sensation as Gideon’s lips grazed the raised welts on his ass and thighs. He then pulled him apart and dipped his tongue to taste him. It was perfect, so perfect, Gideon’s soft tongue teasing at his entrance, his strong hands gripping Cal’s wounded ass until it was almost as painful as the paddle itself.
Cal let go, just let himself get lost in the sensation, rocking himself back on Gideon’s tongue, his hands fisting the comforter beneath him. “Daddy…”
Gideon ignored his whisper, fucking his tongue against Cal’s hole as he stretched him impossibly wide. Cal’s eyes rolled as three slick fingers replaced Gideon’s mouth, thrusting inside. He cried out at the unexpected invasion, toes curling and fingers spasming against the pillow. “Fuck. Ow. Ow.”
“Color?” Gideon growled.
“Green,” Cal cried. It would always be green. He loved the burning feeling, the feeling of fullness, the way Gideon knew just how much Cal could take. He wanted to hurt for Gideon. He would bleed for him if he wanted. He fucked himself on Gideon’s fingers to prove it wasn’t too much, to prove he was Gideon’s good boy.
Gideon’s knuckles brushed Cal’s prostate, and he moaned like a whore. He wanted to come so bad, he needed it, but Gideon wasn’t anywhere near Cal’s hard and leaking cock. “Daddy,” Cal whined. “I need…”
Gideon chuckled. “You need what, dirty boy?”
“I need to come. Please. Fuck me. Breed me. Fill me up and then let me come.”
“Are you giving me orders, naughty boy?” Gideon asked, his fingers slipping free.
“No!” Cal swore. “No, Daddy. I’m asking. Begging. Please, fuck me. Please.”
Cal shivered as he heard the zipper to Gideon’s pants give way. Just the zipper. He was going to fuck Cal fully clothed. Cal wanted to see what they looked like in the mirror. He loved watching Gideon fuck him, but all he could do was lie there as he listened to the sound of the lube bottle opening and the squelching sound of Gideon slicking up his cock before wiping his hand across Cal’s hole.
Cal bit his bottom lip hard enough to leave teeth marks as Gideon buried himself in one thrust, hands gripping Cal’s hips with enough force to leave bruises. He didn’t give Cal time to adjust to his invasion, pulling almost all the way out before driving into him so hard he nearly knocked Cal off balance. Gideon gripped the chain Cal had attached to the collar, pulling him up onto his hands. He’d almost forgotten he wore it, but now, Gideon used it to hold Cal in place so he could take every inch of Gideon’s brutal fucking.
“You look so good like this,” Gideon growled. “You were meant to be on your hands and knees for me, my cock buried in your tight little ass, filling you up with my cum. You love when Daddy fills you up, don’t you, baby?”
