Page 9 of Mine to Claim

He jolts, cursing through gritted teeth. I spank him methodically, turning the pale flesh a heated pink. Between blows, I knead the tender skin, feeling him gradually cease fighting.

Soon he lies pliant, accepting the punishment with soft whimpers. Only then do I stop the barrage. I run a soothing hand over the sensitized flesh.

"There now. Are you ready to be my good boy?"

He's silent, but there’s a slight nod against my leg. I smile, giving his hot cheek a light pat. "That's what I thought."

I help maneuver his limp body farther up the bed. He lies on his stomach, face turned away.

Gently, I grip his chin. His eyes meet mine, and while they hold an unyielding icy edge, his body is still pliant in my hands. "No more trying to run away."

"Our deal was just for tonight."

His words strike a painful chord in my chest, but I keep my tone stern. "The deal was you stay until morning. It's not morning yet. You're not going anywhere tonight. Understood?"

He glowers but gives a curt nod, and I feel an irrational urge to make him admit he's mine, even though our arrangement is temporary.

"Think another spanking will help reinforce good behavior before morning." I trail my fingers over his reddened backside. "Just a little reminder to dissuade misbehaving again tonight."

The first sharp slap makes him flinch, inhaling sharply. I continue methodically, watching his reactions shift as the blows fall.

Soon his face is flushed, lips parted as he pants and grunts, arching into my palm.

"That's it. You’re being so good for me."

He presses back eagerly, his hips circling unabashedly now, chasing each strike.

"So perfect, taking it just how I want you to." The soft cries each slap pulls from him go straight to my aching cock.

When I pause to knead his heated flesh, he whines.

I move up the bed, then flip him onto his back. "Time to thank me properly for correcting you so well."

I throw a leg over his head and grip a fistful of his hair, tugging his face against my ass. He grunts in surprise, hands coming up to grip my thighs.

"Be a good boy and use that mouth to please me now." I grind down against his clenched lips, feeling his hot breaths against my skin.

He hesitates, so I give his hair a sharp tug and he relents, tentatively swiping his tongue over my hole.

"Oh, fuck yes." I groan loudly at the first hot contact, and quickly buck back for more. "Just like that. Keep going."

He makes another timid lick and I curse, yanking his hair. "Come on, get that tongue in there."

He spears his tongue against my rim, breaching the tight ring of muscle. I throw my head back with a guttural moan. "Fuck! More. Give me more."

I continue demanding more between choked groans and curses, telling him to drive his tongue deeper, to keep fuckin’ me with it.

He licks and thrusts with growing confidence. The velvety heat of his probing tongue has my cock rock hard and leaking where it hangs above his face.

I lean over and take his hard cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!" he cries out, fingers scrabbling at my thighs as I take him deep.

I pin his hips, pulling off just long enough to rasp, "Have you ever been sucked before, boy?"

“N. . . . no.”

My bratty virgin is untouched in so many ways. Time to change that. I dive back down, sucking brutally, working my tongue along his throbbing cock that fills the whole of my mouth like hot velvet.

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