“I know you won’t,” he said.
A gasp broke off in my throat as he yanked my pants down my legs.
JORDY
MY MOUTH DROPPEDopen a little as Kieran tugged down my pants, cold air washing over my thighs as he tossed them onto the floor along with my boxer briefs. Then my shirt. Was he going to take out his frustrations by fucking me? Not exactly a punishment.
It was the last thing I’d expected him to do. He was pissed, and not in an affectionately exasperated with my antics kind of way, like normal. He was growling and seething at the idea of another guy taking me out. I remembered him once telling me he never got mad at me, that he was only ever mad with the situations that made us being together so difficult. I was pretty sure that hadn’t applied when he’d caught me snooping through his computer, and it didn’t apply now. He had that same furious look in his eyes as he’d had then.
He reached out and grabbed me, maneuvering me with complete ease until I was staring at the floor, my torso laid across his thighs while he sat on the edge of the mattress, his feet flat on the ground. Flailing a little to gain enough leverage that I could twist my head back, I gave him a questioning look.
“What are you-” I stopped, letting out a shocked yelp when the flat of his hand connected with my ass. All my muscles tensed, and the logical part of my brain commanded me to struggle against him. But when he gripped the back of my neck, holding me in place as his other hand smacked down on the same cheek, this time leaving a bloom of heat there, I went limp. I wasn’t going anywhere. Another sharp slap, this time to myother cheek, forced a whimper out of me, my dick twitching and starting to swell against his thigh.
“Kieran, I’m sorry,” I managed, embarrassment washing over me in a hot wave. The vulnerability of being pinned in place with my ass up and exposed was too much. But that vulnerability, the way I was completely helpless and at the mercy of my alpha, had my ass clenching and throbbing, ready to be filled. My omega instincts, the ones I experienced so rarely and when I did I usually scoffed at them, snapped into full effect to cloud up my brain.
He’s upset. Fix it. Submit. Please him.
Another smack, this time his palm lingering on my ass, squeezing it roughly, his calloused fingers intensifying the hot sting, but also the pleasure. Wriggling in the limited way he’d allowed me, I tried to arch and push more of my butt against his hand. As I moved, I felt his thick, stiff cock pressing into my ribs. My immediate instinct was to reach for it, but I was pinned tight.
“Are you really sorry?” He wondered. “Or are you just saying that because you know it’s what I want to hear?”
“Iamsorry,” I insisted, shuddering at the next two smacks, back to back in quick succession.
“And you don’t have anything smart or clever to say?” He asked, mock surprise coloring his voice.
“N-no!” I said honestly, then let out a sharp little cry as his palm connected with my flesh again. The pain wasn’t intense, but I’d never felt anything like it. I’d never been treated so roughly, even though in the back of my mind I was sure he was still taking it easy on me. He would never have hit me with anything close to his full strength. And anyway, that was just the pain part, the stomach-churning embarrassment was a brand new feeling all on its own, too.
“That’s a first,” he mused lowly. “I should have thought about doing this much sooner.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I could only brace myself and wait. He spanked me again and again, at least half a dozen times, but I lost count.
“Then again,” he went on, and I felt his hand trail down one of my flaming ass cheeks until it was nudging me between my thighs. “It seems like I’m not the only one having a good time.”
I gasped and writhed in his lap when I felt him lightly tugging on my balls. My sac already felt tight, drawn up high and close to my body, and I suddenly worried he’d smack me there. And I wasn’t sure I’d like that.
“O-of course I am,” I answered quickly, hoping that if I said something that pleased him, that he wouldn’t be too cruel. “I told you that you can do whatever you want with me. You’re my alpha.”
He spanked me again, but I could tell by the way he stroked me after that he was happy with what I’d said. The apprehension of feeling real pain drained out of me and I relaxed a bit, my mind starting to feel a bit hazy and cloudy.
When his fingers dipped into my crack, coming away wet with my slick, he made a raspy little noise in his throat.
“You’re leaking all over me, Jordy,” he pointed out, nudging my dick with his thigh, where I’d already started leaving a wet spot of my precum on his jeans. He dragged his fingers over my hole again, this time smearing slick down my taint and balls, all the way down the underside of my shaft to the head of my cock. I shivered, panting.
“M-more, please,” I stuttered. The sting of being spanked was starting to seep into my flesh and melt into hot pulsing tension inside me.
“More of this?” He asked, taking my stiff length in his hand and lightly stroking it.
“Yes. Please,” I choked out, but the moment I’d finished, his hand made impact with my ass again, the smacking noise seeming to reverberate off the walls.
“I don’t think you quite understand what we’re doing here,” he remarked, his voice low. “Do you think I’m rewarding you for something?”
“No.”
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Punishing me.”
“Wrong,” he responded lightly, punctuating the word with another slap, this one stealing my breath and making my hips jerk and rut against his hard thigh, desperate for friction. “I’m not punishing you. I’m making sure that when you’re prancing around on that stage fluttering your lashes while everyone’s gushing over how fucking cute you are, you don’t forget who you belong to.”
