Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,35

promise me I never have to do this again.”

The gentle words made it hard not to break down in tears, but Braxton simply nodded. The last slap, right on the center of his ass, hurt, but something had changed. He trembled as he tried to voice the final number. Tears joined the water from the shower, spilling down his cheeks. Ryan’s hands were on him again and his quiet words were like a balm on the regret and pain and confusion.

“Say it, pet. You’re done. You’re done and you did very well. Stand up straight and look at me.”

Straightening, Braxton turned, feeling kinda pathetic, all teary and sniffling. But the way Ryan was looking at him made it all worth it. “Ten?”

“Yes.” Ryan’s lips curved. “How do you feel?”

“I…” Braxton sniffed. Then burst out in tears. Fuck, Ryan was going to send him home. He was gonna think he couldn’t handle this. But he could. Crying kinda felt good, like all the pressure inside was releasing, but that didn’t make any sense.

He told Ryan as much, between hiccupping sobs even as he tried to contain himself.

And Ryan hugged him. Which was…amazing. He hugged him and kissed his hair. “It makes sense, Braxton. You were trying to be someone you’re not, and prove you didn’t care what happened to you. Which was hurting you.”

“If White and Pischlar hadn’t been there that night…”

“I know.” Ryan put his hands on Braxton’s shoulders and gently eased him back. “Then again, if I hadn’t seen them, I wouldn’t have left. But you made your decisions and I made mine. We’re moving past it now.”

“Except now you know I’ll start crying over stupid shit.”

Ryan gave him a stern look. “No, now I know you feel safe crying in front of me. That’s not a bad thing.”

All right, he could see how that would be good. If he was gonna be Ryan’s submissive, this probably wouldn’t be the first time he cried in front of him, though he hoped it didn’t happen too often. He wanted Ryan happy with him.

“Crying good. Stripping for strangers, bad.” Braxton ticked each off on his fingers, continuing when Ryan’s lips quirked. “Calling you at work, bad. Losing my bike…bad.”

With an abrupt laugh, Ryan shoved him back under the shower spray. “You’re ridiculous. Behave while I clean you. You’ve had all the pain I intend to give you tonight.”

“How would you cleaning me hurt?”

Lips slanting, Ryan reached over and picked up a package of fresh razors from a shelf and took one out. After setting the rest aside and grabbing a can of shaving cream, he nudged Braxton against the wall away from the shower now. “It will only hurt if you distract me.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Mhmm.” Ryan chuckled as he took a knee. He filled his palm with shaving cream, then eyed Braxton, leaning forward and sliding his lips over Braxton’s dick. He took him in deep, swallowing around him. When Braxton cursed again, he drew away and began spreading the foam over his balls. “Do try to keep that out of my way. I wouldn’t want to slip.”

Jaw clenched, Braxton grabbed his dick, trying to decide if Ryan enjoyed messing with him, or if he was just plain evil. Having a razor brushing over his balls as Ryan held them taut made him think the latter. He pressed his eyes shut and tried to focus on Ryan touching him, rather than the blade moving over him. If his dick went soft it would be in the danger zone.

“You’re good at following orders. I appreciate that.” Ryan rinsed off the blade, then stood and drew Braxton under the water. “Tell me how that feels while I wash your hair.”

Moving his hand over his balls, Braxton let out a soft moan. Fuck, they were sensitive. He moaned again as Ryan started working the shampoo into his hair, his fingertips gently massaging his scalp. This was always Braxton’s favorite part of getting his hair cut. Having someone else washing his hair.

But the hairdresser doing it wasn’t like Ryan. Standing there, naked, with Ryan so close was somehow more intimate than anything else they’d done.

Ball shaving aside.

“That feels fucking awesome. My balls feel awesome. Everything is awesome.” Braxton groaned shamelessly as Ryan’s fingers moved to the back of his neck. “You can spank me whenever you want if this is my reward.”

Chuckling, Ryan made him turn and face him as he rinsed his hair. “This isn’t a reward for the spanking. And since it clearly isn’t