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Ben should have let him go. Should have returned to the kitchen and continued making dinner. But he couldn’t stop now that he’d started, even if he could feel himself barreling closer to a line that would be impossible to come back from once crossed.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” Ben demanded. As soon as it left his mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. But he wanted so badly for Levi to say it.

“I’m sorry,” Levi said, his words slurring from Ben’s hard grip on his cheeks. “I fucked up. Are—are you going to punish me?”

He had said some variation of this so many times over the past week in this cabin. But that was always light, playful, inviting. This was none of those things. This was a plea. For all Levi’s joking, he truly craved this. Maybe he craved it more each day, just like Ben. And maybe the care he’d developed for his bodyguard made it so much worse.

Warning bells blared inside Ben’s head. But they were so far away with Levi staring up at him with such deep want. He was putty in Ben’s hands. He would do whatever Ben wanted. Fuck, he wanted to do whatever Ben wanted. Ben could use him like a fucktoy, and Levi would thank him for it. Ben already knew how Levi would say it, raw and desperate and so grateful.

Ben’s cock twitched in his jeans. He’d been hard since he threw Levi over his shoulder. He should have jerked off all those nights Levi had moaned through the bedroom wall. It might have gotten Levi out of his system. But no, that was impossible. He couldn’t get Levi out of his system, not when they were locked in this cabin with no end in sight. Had Levi wanted this to happen? Was this what he intended when he went out there against Ben’s orders?

“Ben?” Levi whispered. His tongue flicked over his squished lips, touching Ben’s thumb. “Daddy?”

Something in Ben snapped. He bent down and slammed his mouth against Levi’s. Levi let out a strained moan and tried to press closer. Ben held him back, tightening his grip on Levi’s face as he pulled back.

“You want to get treated like a brat?” Ben asked, drunk on Levi’s obedience. “Then I’ll spank you like one. Is that what you want?”

Levi nodded wildly. Then Ben held him still, and Levi moaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Say it,” Ben told him.

Levi’s eyes opened. “I want it. Please.”

Satisfaction washed over Ben in an impossible wave. The world was clear and wonderful. He hauled Levi to the armchair and sat down, pulling him over his lap and angling him so he wasn’t touching his injured knee.

“Show me your ass.”

Levi rushed to comply. There was no smugness that Ben had half-expected, just desperation as he pushed his silky pants and boxers over his ass. His cock sprang free. Ben couldn’t see it with Levi over his lap like this, but he could feel it against his jeans-clad thighs. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that perfect cock. But right now, he had Levi lying over his lap, presenting his gorgeous ass for the taking.

Ben ran his hand over his pert, pale ass. He squeezed once, just to hear Levi whimper before he raised his hand.

“Count,” he ordered.

Then he brought his hand down.

CHAPTER 8

The first crack of Ben’s hand made Levi’s mind go blank. Pleasure rushed to fill the empty space. For the first time in god knew how long, Levi didn’t think about anything except how good he felt and what he had to do next.

“One,” Levi gasped.

Ben rubbed Levi’s ass, soothing the sting. Then he raised his hand again and brought it down even harder, and Levi cried out. “Shit! Two.”

Ben was hard. Levi could feel it against his hip. It felt just as big as he imagined, and Levi grinned. He thought he’d been wasting his time jerking off so loudly every night. Now he just wished he’d done it more dramatically. Or that he’d run off sooner. Then Ben’s hand came down a third time, and through the delicious haze of pain and pleasure, he decided no, this was worth the wait. Like a whole week of edging. It would be less satisfying if Ben had given in on day one. Also, he had grown to like Ben as a person since they arrived at the cabin. Sex was always better when he liked a guy for more than his hot body. Even if he wasn’t sure if Ben returned his… friendship? Was this a friendship? Friends didn’t do this, but Levi didn’t want to call it anything bigger yet. Ben was definitely the kind of guy who shied away from that shit.

Ben squeezed Levi’s sore ass, making him writhe against his lap. “You’re quiet.”

“Three,” Levi said, realizing his mistake. Then, because he was gaining some of his brains back after the maddening rush of lust that triggered when Ben threw him over his shoulder like some fucking caveman, he added, “Sorry, Daddy.”

Ben rolled a knuckle over Levi’s asshole. Levi shivered and pushed back against him, only for Ben to hold him down firmly.

“No, you’re not,” Ben said. “Did you want this to happen when you went out into the woods like an idiot?”

Levi thought about lying. It would be sexier if he did. But Ben pinched his ass, and the pain turned his brain sweet and simple. “Sort of,” he admitted breathlessly. “I was hoping. But mostly, I was just bored. There’s nothing to do here.”

“So, you want this out of boredom?”

“No,” Levi said quickly. “I want you. Even if we had a PlayStation, and a phone, and an in-house movie theater. Please give me another—ow, fuck! Four!”