Page 126 of Redline Baby

“Good boy,” Soren murmurs.

That makes me squirm harder than the slap that follows it.

He keeps going until I’m floating in the post-spanking haze I’ve learned to recognize as subspace, my limbs loose and my thoughts soft around the edges.

Then his hand stops. For a few seconds, nothing happens except his palm resting warmly against my back.

“Still with me?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers brush lightly along my spine.

“Do you want this to stay just a spanking?”

I blink slowly into the cushion.

Oh.

“Or,” he continues, “do you want Daddy to unlock you?”

My entire body wakes back up.

“Yes.”

His fingers still.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, unlock me.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

Fuck. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.”

I hear the quiet click of the key entering the lock. The cage shifts away, and Soren sets it on the side table. Fuck, it’s disorienting for a second.

His hand returns.

The spanking resumes, still warm and steady rather than punishing, but now his other hand wraps around my cock.

The first stroke pulls a sound out of me that I absolutely did not plan to make. My fingers tighten around the cushion. The combination is obscene. Heat across my backside, then the slow pressure of his hand. Sting. Pleasure. Sting again. My nervous system gives up almost immediately on deciding which one deserves priority.

“Daddy—”

“I’ve got you.”

His voice drops into that low register that goes straight through me.

“You don’t have to hold anything together right now. Just feel it.”

“I’m trying.”