Hold Close (Biker Daddy Bodyguards #2) - Sue Brown Page 0,43
kneeling again. He planted the chair in the middle of the room and looked at his boy.
“On your feet.”
Louis rose, maybe not as gracefully as before. Craig narrowed his eyes and studied him.
“Are you up for this?” he asked. “I want an honest answer, Louis.”
“I’m tired,” Louis admitted. “I’m probably not up for more than a spanking and a bath.”
Craig cupped his neck and pulled him in for a lingering kiss. “Thank you for being honest.”
“Thank you for thinking of me.”
“Always. Let’s undress you.”
Craig took his time undressing Louis, sliding off the leather jacket, sitting him down to remove the boots. He took extra care, but also made sure he touched and kissed every scrap of smooth, brown skin he exposed. By the time he slid the pants down Louis’s legs, his boy was hard and leaking.
As usual, Craig slipped off his jacket but stayed in his leather pants and boots. The boots grounded him, and Louis loved rubbing off against the leather.
He sat on the chair and beckoned Louis to lay over his lap. It took a while for Louis to get comfortable with his bruises. Craig waited until Louis murmured, “This is good,” before he ran his hand down Louis’s back to cup his gorgeous ass cheek.
“Why am I spanking you, boy?”
“Because I was cheeky to you,” Louis said, somewhat breathlessly.
“Who is in charge in this relationship?”
“You are.”
“And who has the power in this relationship?”
“I do.”
And that’s the way it had always been. Craig wouldn’t have it any other way.
He smoothed over each cheek, marking out the places he would spank. He always gave his boys a warning. This wasn’t about inflicting pain for pain’s sake. It was a discipline and because they both enjoyed it.
Louis gasped as Craig let loose the first hit on his right ass cheek.
“Tell me the color.”
“Green.”
Craig hit again, on his thigh this time.
“Green.”
This time on Louis’s left cheek, watching the color bloom. Crag flexed his stinging hand. It had really been too long since he had done this.
“Green.”
“You don’t have to tell me unless you need a break or want me to stop,” Craig said, reassured now that Louis could take it.
Louis clutched at his leg. “I need more.”
“I promise you I’ll give you everything you need,” Craig assured him, cupping and squeezing Louis’s butt, relishing the gasps and whimpers.
He set up a steady rhythm, spreading a steady color over Louis’s ass and thighs, but all of his attention was on Louis, knowing the exact moment when Louis started to flinch away from the smack instead of push into it.
“Five more.”
He sensed Louis’s need to protest, to say he could take more. But Louis’s sob was enough. He dealt the five swiftly and ended with his hand on Louis’s ass, burning skin to burning skin.
Craig waited until Louis was ready to move. Then he noticed that, far from moving off, Louis was rocking gently against him. Craig grinned. “Problem, boy?”
“I need to come, Daddy.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
“I took my punishment.”
“You did, very well. You can rub off on me.”
It took Louis seconds to obey the order. He came with a strangled cry over Craig’s legs, ass working furiously as he pumped hot strings over the leather pants.
Finally, he slid to the floor, resting his head against Craig’s thigh. Craig entangled his fingers in Louis’s long hair and leaned back in the chair, content to sit there silently.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Louis murmured.
“You’re welcome, boy.”
“What about you?”
Craig shook his head. “This was for you.”
Louis raised his head. “Please. I want you to come.”
Craig ran a finger through the jizz on his pants and offered a finger to Louis who sucked on it eagerly. “You made a mess on me.”
“I did. I’m sorry.”
“You’re just a little too smug, my boy,” Craig said sternly. “I think I’m going to have to make a mess on you.”
“Yes, do it, do it.”
Hmmm, another order. He was going to have to remind his boy who gave the orders. But first he really needed to come. Craig undid his pants, pulled out his cock and tugged it to full firmness. He knew it wouldn’t take long after watching Louis. He jacked himself off, his attention all the time on Louis. His attention was fixated on Craig’s hand.
“Take my seed, boy.”
His cock pulsed. Craig yelled and came, over Louis’s face, neck, and chest, some dripping down to his thighs. He felt as if he was never going to stop. He sat back gasping when the last spasm dribbled