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Smirking, Nathan settles back and begins to spank the boy in earnest, making sure to spread the hits out, keeping the majority of them on his nice, round globes. Just when he can tell that Carter is starting to get overwhelmed, he gives him a break.
“You deserve a reward for taking those so well,” he murmurs as he slides the toy out of Carter’s hole.
Nathan's not sure how many more times he'll get to play with Carter like this. The case will hopefully be over soon, and then… well, then Carter will probably never want to see him again.
Nathan has to take advantage of this while he can.
The first swipe of his tongue along Carter’s crack earns him a hitched breath, followed by a confused look over his shoulder. Their eyes meet just as Nathan brings his tongue down to press against his hole again. Carter melts into the desk with a low, deep moan, his hips lifting slightly to encourage Nathan. Nathan chuckles before spreading Carter’s cheeks wider, making his tongue rigid as he pushes it past the boy’s rim.
“Oh, Na-sir,” Carter moans, his thighs beginning to tremble. Nathan wishes he would have let himself useNathaninstead of stopping and correcting himself, but he knows that's selfish. It's better for Carter mentally if they're doing this as sir and slave instead of Nathan and Carter. And Carter is starting to enjoy this way too much for Nathan to be upset about that.
Nathan spreads Carter open wider, fingers pressing just short of too hard on his ass cheeks. He starts to lap at his hole in earnest, a litany of, “Sir, sir, sir,” falling from Carter as he does.
Nathan replaces his tongue with a prostate massager this time, wanting to find that magic spot inside his boy that always drives him wild. Carter’s toes wiggle against the floor as he pushes back against the toy. Nathan allows it for a few seconds, smirking at the way he desperately chases his pleasure.
“Greedy boy,” Nathan tsks after a minute or so. He resumes the spanking. The beautiful boy whimpers, grinding his cock against the desk beneath his hips. Nathan chuckles. “Feel good, sweetheart?”
“Not sweetheart,” Carter grits out. “Please, not – not that.”
A sharp pain works its way through Nathan’s chest. He ignores it. “Alright, then. Does it feel good, pet?”
“Notenough,” the boy admits. “Not enough, sir.More.”
“More?” Nathan asks in fake shock. “You want me to hit youmore?”
Carter shivers. “No! I – I just – I-”
Skilled at recognizing when Carter is about to tip into a bad emotional place, Nathan rubs soothing circles on his ass and hushes him. "Not a bad thing, pet. Don't be ashamed of what you want. This is for pleasure, remember? You're learning a lesson about pleasure."
“I – I – yes, sir…”
“So, do you want me to hit youmore, pet?”
The boy’s face goes a deep red before he hides it. He does admit the truth though. “Yes, sir.”
“I mean… if youinsist.” Nathan turns the toy up a level, his right hand beginning the spanking again. He starts to pepper in smacks on the undersides of Carter's cheeks and along his upper thighs, grinning when the more sensitive areas pull even sexier sounds than before from the boy. Carter fucks back against the toy, shameless at this point. He must not care that each rock of his hips makes the impact of Nathan’s hand harder against his skin. It’s clearly a sacrifice he’s willing to make.
“Does this feel good, pet?” Nathan asks with a smack against one of the most sensitive, red areas. “You seeing the difference yet?”
“Yes, sir. So different.”
“Good.” Nathan pulls back, leaving the toy inside the boy's hole. He presses his lips to the cup of one ass cheek in a kiss. Then he does the same to the other. Goosebumps erupt on Carter’s pink skin, traveling down his legs and up his back. Nathan smooths his hands over every inch he can touch just for the simple enjoyment of feeling that proof of arousal against his fingertips. “Oh sw-pet, the things I plan on doing to you…”
Carter arches into his touch. “Sir, please. Please let me come.”
Nathan is surprised for a moment, not having expected Carter to ask permission. Then he remembers that Carter isn'tCarterright now, and Nathan isn'tNathan. They're playing roles. Carterneedsthem to be playing roles.
Well, sir would never give into a request like that so easily, so neither does Nathan. "Not yet. And don't you dare come before I say."
“Sir,” Carter whines. “Sir, please.Please.”
His only response is to bite a meaty section of the boy’s ass hard enough to leave an indent. Carter grunts, seeming both surprised and indignant. He turns to glare at Nathan. Nathan just grins at him. Then he ducks his head and runs the tip of his tongue along Carter’s engorged balls, loving how taut and smooth they are. With his face down there, he can see the mess Carter’s cock is making. There’s precum everywhere, more oozing out of his slit as Nathan watches. When he blows gently over the damp balls, a larger load pours out.
“Sir! Please!”
Nathan pulls back and smacks a hand down hard across Carter’s ass. Something inside himself unfurls at the harsh contact. The frustration that's been building the past few days, maybe. Or the pain. The rage. It doesn't really matter. All that matters is that it feels good. Nathan hits him again, harder. Hard enough to make Carter choke on air. He does it again. Again. Again. His hand stings like hell. His arm muscles ache.
Carter screams on the next hit.
