The minutes tick by, and by the time I am completely set up and sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, sipping on a glass of water, his time is up.
No response from Landon. It doesn’t even show that he’sreadmy fucking message. But I wait—patient and calm. The punishment he’s going to receive will only lengthen the longer that I have to wait.
I know he’ll come—if not just to tell me he’s here to kick my ass. Which would be a welcome experience, mind you. I’ll strong-arm him into submission either way.
And just as I thought, ten minutes after his given time slot, a knock sounds at the door. As I open it, keeping my expression neutral, he speaks before I can chastise him.
“Oh, did you say thirty minutes? I thought you meant forty.” He’s smirking, his hip cocked as he keeps his thick arms locked over his chest.
I grab one of those arms and yank him inside, slamming the door.
“You’re asking for trouble,” I inform him, spinning around to face him.
“Oh, am I? Because I’m pretty sure it wasyouwho got my number without permission and started making demands like a lunatic,” he says lightly, making his way further into the room. “It’s as if youwantme to punch you again.”
Landon is kind of… limping. Well, not limping—it’s more like he’s just spent four hours working out his legs, and he’s trying to baby the muscles.
My eyes narrow, and something like dread fills me.
“Get fucked last night?” I ask, and my tone is most definitely betraying me, showing him my anger.
Landon looks over his shoulder, his grin widening as he shrugs. “Something like that.”
He appears to think he’s won something. His masterful plan is coming to fruition, and he can’t possibly be happier.
“Is that why you wanted to see me?” he goes on. “Are you making sure I’m being good and listening to you? Because I didn’t force that man to do anything—he was desperate to get inside of my tight, hot—”
“Landon,” I sneer, my hands clenching at my sides. “Enough.”
“Can’t handle it? Do you hate seeing me so happy, so sated?” he pushes, dropping his used ass onto my mattress as he peers up at me innocently. “Because I can’t lie, Nathaniel. It turns me on to disappoint you.”
“I’m sure it fucking does,” I snap back. But my angry disposition isn’t doing my feelings justice as I rake my eyes over his flushed skin and his soft hair.
Landon says nothing, leaning back on his hands as he stares back at me, so defiant and amused.
I wonder for a second if this is worth it. If going out of my way to discipline him is worth anything, when he so clearly doesn’twantto be good.
But could I… could I teach him to want it? Could I play with his body until he can only crave mine, willing to listen and obey?
“You need to learn your place,” I hear myself say, though I don’t necessarily feel in control of my mouth. “You need to be taught.”
Fire blazes in Landon’s eyes, his hands gripping the comforter as he tenses.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “Thinkyou’recapable of that, old man?”
“Shut up,” I command, crossing the room to rifle through the bag on the counter. “You’re fucking annoying. I can’t stand how you run your mouth.”
“If I deemed you worth it, you’dlovehaving this mouth again,” he purrs, tension and lust dripping from each word.
“Get naked,” I tell him, placing the lube and condoms next to the sink.
Landon snorts from where he still sits behind my back. “You think you can—”
“Do itnow, or I’ll make you.”
It’s quiet for a moment, with only the sound of my movements filling the air. But then I hear him stand, and the soft sound of fabric hitting the floor.
“I hope you still have some energy in you,” I continue, turning around to face him. “If you don’t, this is going to be a long morning. For you, I mean.”
