Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,53
glory his ashen skin stretched over jutting hip bones.
In for a penny…
Donovan slid the cloth belt free from the loops, then let the robe fall from his shoulders. He gasped as Silver buried his nose in the dark curls of Donovan’s groin, inhaling him in before mouthing his sac. Donovan clutched the black strands of Silver’s wavy hair to keep from pitching over, Silver’s hot breath and talented tongue making him crazy.
Silver abruptly stopped and straightened and Donovan whimpered in protest.
“Time for your spanking, baby.”
“That was cruel.” Donovan stuck out his bottom lip.
Silver grinned up at him. “That’s why it’s called a punishment.”
Donovan forced himself not to roll his eyes. He didn’t need Silver to add any additional teasing to the evening’s activities.
“Face down over my lap.” Silver patted his thighs.
Donovan licked his lips, unable to deny that the spanking might be less of a punishment than Silver had intended. He obeyed Silver’s order, the position a bit awkward with his long, gangly legs stretching out behind him and his head hanging down. Silver spread his thighs a bit, then manipulated Donovan’s body so that his cock would be trapped between them.
Siler rubbed slow circles over first one butt cheek, then the next. The anticipation of what Silver was about to do had Donovan on edge, but he still trusted that Silver would keep him safe. Their relationship might be new, but Silver had always proven himself to be a noble man.
It was more than Donovan could say for himself.
“Clasp your hands behind you and let them rest at the small of your back.”
“Uh, sure. But I feel as if I’ll land on my head.”
As it was, he was keeping himself from falling by pressing his palm to the carpet.
“Trust me, mijo. Trust I won’t let that happen.”
With a deep breath, Silver took a chance and brought his arms behind him, Silver simultaneously grabbing his shoulder before he could pitch forward. Silver held Donovan’s wrists at the base of his spine with one hand, then wrapped the terrycloth belt around them with his other. He maneuvered Donovan until he was balanced across Silver’s lap, then finished tying the belt. The awkwardness Donovan had previously felt had changed to helplessness.
It was so fucking hot.
Silver went back to petting Donovan’s backside, and he soon relaxed under Silver’s care. The tension he’d been holding in his muscles when he’d first draped himself over Silver’s lap gradually dissipated.
“Five for your first time. I’m beginning now.”
Donovan howled as the first slap landed on one small cheek. Silver struck the opposite one in quick succession then repeated the action, Donovan growling through the pain. The final blow landed across the center of his ass, the vibration from the more forceful strike traveling along his crack then straight to the tip of his dick.
He wanted more.
Silver rubbed soft circles on Donovan’s abused skin. “How’s my baby doing?”
Donovan could barely catch his breath, his excitement taking over. “F-fine. But you know, that was quite terrible of me not to tell you about tonight. I’d understand if you felt I needed to be spanked some more.”
Silver snorted. “That so, huh? Well, you know what I think. I think you want to be rewarded for being such a bad, bad boy, and that ain’t happening, mijo.” Silver pressed a kiss to Donovan’s aching butt cheek. “Come on. Let’s get you off my lap and into bed so I can fuck my bad boy raw.”
“That works too.” Silver began to free his wrists and Donovan tensed. “You don’t have to untie me.”
Silver paused. “Was that a request? Remember what I said about telling me what it is you need.”
Donovan bit his lip. “I’m still figuring that out, to be honest—since I know you don’t just mean sexual need. So, this counts in that context?”
“Everything counts when it comes to what you need, baby.”
“All right.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve never let anyone tie me up before, since in the past, I’ve always assumed I stood a good chance of being robbed, or worse. But…I’ve always fantasized.”
“I’m happy to fulfill your fantasy,” Silver whispered. “But you still have the power to make it stop with one word, okay?”
“Yes, Papi.”
He’d never wanted to simply give himself to another man. Not just play at power exchange, at dominance and submission, but to completely trust that someone had him. That someone saw him for who he really was and didn’t push him away because they found him repellent.
“Here we go.”
Silver helped him stand,