His face softens, which kind of makes me want to punch it more.He settles himself on the edge of my bed as if we’re having a friendly chat.“You have no idea how much I give a shit.Why do you think I’m trying to protect you?What do you think your parents would say if they knew their baby boy was auctioning off his virginity to the highest bidder?”
The way my throat gets tight forces me to pause.The backs of my eyes are burning, and I refuse to give Liam Masters the satisfaction of crying in front of him.
My feet are rooted to the floor, but I glance again at my phone.I can only guess how he found out about the auction, but Brennan’s been sending texts with information.Should’ve known a little thing like a password wouldn’t keep Liam out of my business.
“They wouldn’t say anything, because they’re dead.”I wouldn’t be doing this if they were alive.I wouldn’t be here at all.“You wouldn’t understand.”
His expression goes hard again.The next thing I know, I’m swept off my feet, landing face down across Liam’s lap.“What I understand,” he growls from above me, “is you insist on continuing to act like a brat, so you obviously need to be treated like one.”
In one swift motion, Liam yanks my shorts down to my knees.Cool air hits my backside, making me gasp.I squirm in his grasp, but he’s got me trapped.“What the fuck are you?—”
The smack of his hand against my ass ricochets around the room, even before the sting registers.“Hey!”I kick my legs.“Is this some kind of?—”
Another swat lands against my skin, and then another.Every touch heats my entire body.My protest dies in my mouth when I realize two things: After being kissed and groped and teased all evening, I’m reeealy turned on.Also, Liam pulling down my shorts freed my dick, which is now trapped between his thighs, my foreskin getting abraded by the rough nylon of his tactical pants.
I squirm again, not sure if I’m fighting for him to stop or keep going.
This is obviously supposed to be a punishment.To be fair, it hurts.I also can’t seem to hold back the decidedly non-punishment ways my body is reacting.
The horror dawns slow, and then fast, as my dick gets harder.And harder.I’m desperate to pull away.Desperate to get closer.
Not that Liam seems to notice.He’s so wrapped up in his anger that he rains blows one after another until my ass is throbbing.It’s not the only thing.Every flinch and jerk causes friction, an awful, delicious heat building with each swipe of my sensitive cock on heavy ripstop fabric.
Every blow forces the air from my lungs.I gasp, dizzy and confused as my blood tries to decide whether it should rush to my head or my hard cock, and my brain tries make sense of how the humiliation only makes me burn hotter.It’s not until drops of water land on the thin blue blanket covering my bed that I realize I’m crying.
About to come.But crying.Does that make sense?I’m burning with shame, and too desperate to care.
I need to research humiliation as a kink.Because I think I’ve got it.
“You keep trying my fucking patience, kid.”There’s a dark grittiness to Liam’s voice.“What the fuck—” Another swat.And then another.“—is it going to take—” Smack.“—to realize I only want what’s best for you?”
Right as I’m sure it’ll only take one last hard spank to make me come, he abruptly stops.My hips buck and thrust, seeking that last little bit of friction.I’m so close.So fucking close.
My needy squirming is stilled by the heavy press of his hand on my lower back.I can’t see him from this awkward angle, but I can picture the way his nostrils flare when he’s mad, and the heavy puffs of breath tell me his chest is rising and falling with every breath.Something tells me he’s finally fully aware of what he’s been doing to me.
It’s all I can do to hold in my needy whine.If I let him know how badly I want him to touch me again, it’ll only make things worse.
His hand comes down again.Gently, this time.His palm smooths across my burning flesh, and it’s all too much—the highly sensitive skin on my exposed ass and my chafed cock, which is already on a hair-trigger when as his leg shifts against it.The too-gentle brush of his fingers over my hole is the last straw.
A loud cry rips its way out of my chest as my body betrays me.My fingers clutch at the blanket on my bed as my body shakes.As I soak Liam’s leg with my cum.
Even as some small voice in my head tells me how embarrassing this all is, I’m too lost in sensation to pay it much attention.My body twitches.My nerves sing.The relief flooding through me is so, so sweet.
I’m still floating down from the high of an orgasm a thousand times more intense than anything I’ve done with my own hand when I’m unceremoniously dumped onto the bed.Liam stands above me, hair mussed and face red.His gaze flicks down to the cum on his pant leg—my cum.He tries to school his features, but there’s something on his face he can’t wipe away.
His chest puffs.His nostrils flare.He looks…haunted.
“Help me understand about this auction, Ravi.”He clears his throat.
I guess we’re both going to simply ignore the straining bulge in his pants?The cum on his leg?
Wincing, I pull my shorts up slowly.I’m shaky and spent, forcing myself to stand tall when my body wants to collapse on the bed.Mental note: research what to do after getting a spanking.
Ohhh, even thinking it sounds dirty.
“Help me understand what the hell made you think this ridiculous scheme was a good idea.How would you even think of something like that?”Liam demands.“I spoke with Brennan.He mentioned you wanting to leave Belle Argo.Why in the hell would you want to get away from the place where you have your college paid for and a safe home to live in?You have no idea what the sort of men who would bid on an auction like that are capable of.What they would want to do to someone innocent like you.”
There’s a tremor in his hand as he runs it through his short hair.The same hand he spanked me with.
