Boy Issues - Morticia Knight Page 0,56

That’s not helping.”

“That’s one.”

Donovan’s eyebrows shot up and he paused. “One spanking?”

“One from the paddle.”

Donovan’s jaw went slack. “You said someday.”

“Someday just arrived quicker than planned. You’re not showing respect.” When Donovan didn’t respond, but only stared open-mouthed, Silver added, “Unless you say red.”

Donovan’s mouth snapped shut. “I can handle one, Papi. And I’ll be good.”

“Then get that dildo nice and slick so I can see how well you work your ass with it.”

Silver almost laughed at how Donovan clamped his lips shut as if trying to prevent himself from bursting out with another paddle-worthy statement.

As he watched Donovan grease up the monster phallus, he clutched his sac, tugging his balls to keep them from tightening too soon. Donovan wasn’t the only one who wouldn’t last.

“Okay, Papi. It’s ready.”

“Now it’s time for that pretty hole I love so much. Set the dildo on the towel, then slide your sweats off, nice and slow.”

After Donovan’s desperate call from work, Silver had sent him a message detailing all the elements he expected for their Skype chat, including what to have and what to wear. When Silver had spent the night at the condo, one of the things he’d done before leaving, was to find out what secrets his boy hid in his room. As it turned out, Donovan had been more than happy to share.

Donovan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, his gaze trained on what he was doing.

“Stop, mijo.” Silver’s cock jumped at how easily Donovan responded to his commands. “Eyes on me.”

Donovan bit his lip and locked gazes with Silver. He’d instructed Donovan to keep both nightstand lamps on so he could see everything—his body, his expressions, even the blush of his skin.

“That’s it, baby. You’re making your Papi so proud.”

Silver detected a small whimper from Donovan, but he let out one of his own at the sight of the electric blue, iridescent thong he’d discovered in Donovan’s dresser drawer. Donovan had complained that he never wore it because his ass was too flat, which then made Silver insist that he bring it to their little session. He was out to prove to his older lover that he found him sexy and handsome, which was the damn truth anyway. Silver also planned to purchase additional sexy chones for his boy to wear.

“Toss the sweats on the floor, then slide your hand over the front of your package, thrust your dick against your palm… Mmm, yes. Like that.” Silver arched, pushing his cock through his fist. “Keep moving, slowly. And give me your sounds. I want to hear it all.”

As if he’d been waiting for Silver’s permission, Donovan’s lips parted and he let out a throaty moan.

“Beautiful, mijo. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Donovan’s eyes briefly darted away, but then he snapped them back, his gaze once again landing on Silver’s. Despite knowing how difficult it was for Donovan to accept the praise, Silver wouldn’t hold back. He wouldn’t lie, but every chance he got to reassure Donovan that he was desired, that he was worthy, was one he’d take.

“Now roll over and tuck your knees underneath you and show me that ass.”

“Silver, I—”

“That’s two. Do as Papi says.”

Donovan lowered his head, then after a beat, peered up at him. “Yes, Papi.”

He assumed the requested position and Silver squeezed his dick at the base. In the position, Donovan’s cheeks were spread wind, the thin strip of shiny blue fabric barely shielding Donovan’s hole from view. Silver started to wonder who he was torturing more—Donovan or himself.

The weekend couldn’t arrive fast enough.

“All right, now reach behind you and tug the thong to the side, show me what you’ve got for your Papi.”

Whatever hesitation Donovan had displayed only a few moments before, seemed to be rapidly diminishing. Donovan pulled the material away from his crack and Silver slid his tongue along his upper lip.

Fuck yeah.

Donovan’s rosy bud clenched and unclenched as if it were winking at him. Silver couldn’t tell if the action was deliberate or unconscious, but he didn’t care. He’d make sure Donovan did it again.

“Are my boy’s fingers still nice and slick?”

“Yes, Papi. I made sure.”

“Mmm… then you know what to do. Take the thong the rest of way off, yeah, keep wiggling your ass like that. Now stay where you are, but reach back and finger yourself.”

Donovan’s gasp as he sunk his middle finger into his channel almost made Silver come undone. He’d have to quit fondling himself or he’d be in trouble. Silver placed one palm flat on