Page 111 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

Landon shook his head wildly, tangled hair waving and gray eyes mutinous.

Just watching him had Dustin’s whole body buzzing with desire. It was such a glorious combination: the uncompromising concentration in correcting Landon transgressions alongside the wonder at earning that role. Anger and love and need and care all swirled into one.

Dustin pulled Landon up again, leaving him awkwardly crouched in the corner of the couch and balanced by his hand.

Take off your pants.

Landon looked mutinous.

Now.

Sullenly, Landon stood and shucked them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. His cock jutted out from under his incongruous teacher shirt, belying his interest.

God, he was gorgeous like that. Aroused and vulnerable and so deliciously defiant. This was what Dustin had been missing. And, he realized with heart-rending clarity, what Landon had been missing, too. Hopefully he hadn’t fucked it up too much already.

Give me your belt.

Landon looked shocked, then drew in a great, gasping breath, for a moment forgetting all pretense.

Dustin cursed himself for not doing this sooner, but the only thing he could do now was give Landon what he needed.

Landon wrenched it from the belt loops and almost handed it to him but then dropped it so that it barely missed his fingers.

You’ll pay for that, too. Now come back here. He patted his lap.

Landon hesitated.

There was something different in Landon’s defiance this time, and it took Dustin a moment to realize what it was. A few minutes ago, Dustin had forced Landon into the spanking through physical strength.

With Dustin holding him down, Landon could pretend that he wasn’t asking for it.

Now Dustin was asking Landon to submit to his control under his own initiative. And as much as he wanted it, he seemed to want to defy Dustin just as much.

He took one slow step forward, looking uncertain and recalcitrant, but still completely hard.

You brought this on yourself, boy, Dustin reminded him, hoping to hide his own arousal under a mask of calm. Now I need to remind you how to be good.

Need sparked through Landon’s face. Dustin could practically see the fight within. The desire to fight control and the deeper desire to be good. This fight was what lit Landon up inside.

I know you’re a good boy, he cajoled. I’m just going to remind you how to be good for me.

Landon took another step forward, this one smaller than the last. Less than a foot separated them, but Dustin wasn’t sure if Landon was going to make it. Dustin was getting a whole new insight into how deeply he’d failed in his responsibilities to his boy.

I’ll punish you and then we’ll put everything behind us. I’ll be here for you.

Another slow step.

But it wasn’t enough. Landon was his. This is what they’d been missing. This was what they both needed. He just needed to claim it.

Daddy’s going to take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.

Landon’s eyes widened, and then he was tumbling over his lap in a tangle of gangly limbs.

Why the fuck had he ever tried to deny this?

Dustin pinned him down tightly with one arm, then pushed up the ridiculous buttoned shirt that he should have asked him to remove. He wanted as much skin as he could reach, and he stroked him from ribs to knees and back again.

Landon shivered and arched under his hands.