Page 112 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He made sure Landon could see him, which wasn’t easy from their angles. Daddy’s going to use the belt on you. To remind you that I’ll punish you and take care of you and give you everything that you need. Do you understand?

Landon glared, but he nodded at the same time. Dustin didn’t know what it was about that combination, but it did it for him every time.

He coiled the belt around and around his hand until he was fairly confident of the length, long enough for range of motion, but short enough not to wrap around. He needed it to land squarely on the magnificent ass that was already pink from his hand.

Dustin held the belt up where Landon could see. Ready, boy? Landon nodded. Who am I doing this for?

Landon’s shoulders rose and fell. He blinked his eyes, as though holding back great emotion, then he pointed to himself.

That’s right. Because I’ll always take care of you. Because I love you, he thought, though he knew he couldn’t say it.

Then Dustin let the first lash fly. It made a satisfying, cracking sound, but it had nothing on the grunting sob that rose from Landon’s throat.

A stripe of white flashed across Landon’s pink skin and then blood rushed in to mark it with a deeper red.

Dustin touched the mark with adoration and wonder.

Landon was clutching the cushions but showed no signs of distress.

He let the belt fly two more times, aiming for different areas, then ran a soothing hand over the warmed skin.

Landon pushed back against his fingers, with deep moans wrung from his chest.

Dustin struck three more times, letting the new lashes cross the old.

Landon was crying now, tears tangling in the strands of hair that fell over his face and into his open mouth.

Dustin caressed him, digging into the marks, watching Landon’s face. He knew this expression. Maybe he had been right to wait for this until he knew Landon so well. Because he didn’t need safewords and signals to know that Landon still wanted more.

He let fly five hard strikes in a row. And now Landon was pushing back into his hand, rising up after each stroke to meet him. His cries turned heavy and throaty as pain morphed into pleasure.

Dustin dug his fingers into the abused flesh, scratching and gripping. Landon bucked under him.

Then, he added two more strikes, suspecting that Landon was reaching his limit. The sounds that he made were inhuman and glorious.

Dustin dropped the belt and began stroking the heated, painful flesh. With his other hand, he reached in between Landon’s legs, fondled his balls, and then began stroking his length.

The angle was awkward and constrained, but all it took was a few swift caresses before Landon was shooting in his hand, his body trembling and his voice raw.

As soon as his pleasure had run its course, Dustin maneuvered him around until Landon was sitting on his lap, limbs tangled around him.

Landon sought his mouth greedily for kisses. Dustin couldn’t get enough of him. Of the rightness of being together like this. Of Landon trusting him with so much disobedience and openness.

He suckled and bit at that hungry mouth and licked up Landon’s tears. He could feel the sticky cum crusted onto his hand where he gripped Landon’s shoulder, but he ignored it.

He pulled back just enough to sign. You were so good for me. So perfect.

Landon beamed at him, languid and happy like he hadn’t been in a while.

Dustin kissed him again, claiming him.

He was still hard, though, still overcome by the beautiful sight of Landon taking his lashes. And all of that squirming boy still in his lap.

He tugged Landon’s head up with a strong grip in his hair and watched his eyes widen in shock and desire.

You took that so well for me. And now you get your reward. He gestured toward his zipper.

It took Landon only a moment to figure out what he meant and fall to his knees.