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“Spank me,” he whispers. His fingers dig into my jacket, pulling it apart as he fumbles with my bottoms. Seconds later I feel his lips on my bare chest. “Please, sir.”
A growl tears from my throat as I pull him toward the bed, flipping him over my lap before I even know what I’m doing. My hand caresses the rounded ass now staring up at me, Atlas groaning and folding himself further across my lap with my touch. “Atlas, before we do this, I need you to know that the moment you want out, you just have to say so.”
Atlas slips off my lap, kneeling in front of me. His pupils are dilated, his lips slightly parted, his skin flushed with excitement. “Raphael, you won’t hurt me.”
I just don’t understand what has changed. “Do you think you deserve spankings?” He shrugs and that worries me even more. I’m unsure of starting something he may not be into, regardless of his enthusiasm. This isn’t really a conversation to have right now even if my cock is rock hard and Atlas is nearly panting for it.
“I’ve been spanked before.”
Silence meets his words as I stare down at my gorgeous lover, both innocent and apparently not so innocent. Why am I surprised, though? Atlas has let me thoroughly take him apart in my office. I pull Atlas back onto my lap, helping him out of his pants so that I have full access to his ass. I don’t bother with his partially opened shirt, loving the fact that he’s not fully naked. God, it’s so perfect. “You say ‘red’ if you need me to stop or if you can’t talk, tap my leg.” A low moan falls from his lips as his hips grind down on my legs. Greedy. “Little One, I won’t give you the release you need if you don’t answer me.”
“Red, taps. Got it. Spank me,” he pushes out breathily.
The first slap against his ass nearly has me exploding in my pants at the way it jiggles. Atlas yelps and claws into my thigh before wiggling on my lap to curb the sting. I rub the reddening handprint, a little too proud of my work. He relaxes when I spread his cheeks and rim his hole, moaning again beneath my touch.
Deciding to play into this new need of his, I set a rule. “Three more for being a brat at work and arguing with me at the venue. And then I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole until you’re screaming for me to stop.”
“Promise?”
I’m not sure how much more perfect this man can be.
Chapter 14
ATLAS
His hand cracks down on my ass and I jerk forward, muffling my scream but relishing the pain. Raphael asked me if I deserved spankings. It was such an odd question that I didn’t know how to answer. In some messed up way, I feel like I do but on the other hand, I relish the pain he’s dealing out and the pleasure that explodes through my body afterward. I’ve always enjoyed a little bite of pain but this? With how large Raphael’s hands are—this is heaven.
I moan through each one, my dick leaking as I wriggle on his lap for friction. Raphael gives me none, mumbling how precious I am and how much he loves me until I find myself on my back on the mattress. My lover strips and then crawls onto the bed to pull my jacket and shirt off as well. My thighs spread to accommodate him, Raphael lowering himself until there’s negative space between us and when his lips meet mine, it’s like everything is right with the world.
“I’ve got you, little one,” he murmurs against my lips and I relax further into the mattress. He reaches over to the side before pulling away just enough to squirt lube in one hand then return to me. I wrap myself around him, moaning when those slick fingers meet my ass. He works me open lovingly, kissing my lips, jaw, and neck until I’m pleading for more than his digits. When he replaces them with his cock, the overwhelming need has my release spraying all over his stomach.
“I didn’t… fuck.”
Raphael chuckles as he slowly sinks into my ass. “Just means I get to make you come again.”
“I can’t,” I whine.
“You will,” he promises. Raphael thrusts all the way in, my back arching off the bed and I cling to his shoulders for purchase. His hands wrap around the back of my thighs. “Ready?” I nod and then mumble a ‘yes’ before his lips reconnect with mine and he starts pounding into me. Raphael isn’t gentle. He’s taking what he needs and giving me what I crave. The delicious bite of pain mixed with pleasure. It’s a claiming and promise wrapped up in a hard fuck and I couldn’t be happier, alcohol be damned.
Before I know it, I’m crying out through another release, Raphael’s hips stuttering as he unloads into my ass.
“I love you so much, Raphael,” I say, unable to hold back the words. I drag him into a kiss even as he continues pumping into my hole, the squelch of his release sounding through the room. “Too much, too much.”
I always thought I’d be the one driving these moments but Raphael has more stamina than any of my last partners. He slips out and flops onto his back, curling an arm around my shoulder to tuck me into his side. “Just… give me a minute and then I’ll clean you up, little one. Fuck, I love you too, Atlas.” I spread myself over his side, Raphael sifting his fingers into my hair as he twists just enough to meet my eyes. “From the very first time I saw that smile behind the counter, I knew I was in trouble.”
“Really? Everyone just called you Daddy Pierce and then-” I bite my lip, realizing that maybe that wasn’t something Raphael knew. His chuckle as a result of my words tells me otherwise. “I’ve always had a crush but you never noticed me.”
“Atlas, I noticed but you always seemed to disappear before I could say anything. And how could I? You were an employee. I couldn’t just approach you and ask you out on a date.”
I snort. “Instead, you asked me to bring coffee to your office.” That’s not entirely true. We met several times around the back of the building and by the lounge before I ever walked into his office.
“Atlas, I’ve been having my coffee delivered to my office far longer than you’ve been working there. I’m a busy man. However, I decided to be a little selfish because you were the face I wanted to see every morning.” He leans in to kiss me, lingering there. It’s sweet and slow, even as he drags my leg over his stomach. I whine at the feeling of his cum dribbling out of my hole, squirming against him to let me go. Raphael huffs out a sigh and then slides off the bed, helping me to my feet. “How do we move forward, Atlas? There will be talk tomorrow about us. Are we dating?”
He leads me to the bathroom and fiddles with the dials. I’m not entirely sure what comes next, pleasantly surprised when Raphael offers me a hand to step inside with him. We’ve done so many new things in the last couple days, things that most couples spread out over months. It feels right, though. With Raphael.
Warm water cascades down my back and instinctively, I step toward Raphael making him chuckle. “You didn’t answer my question, little one.”
“Because you’re doing so many things at once!” I huff, frustrated. He’s talking and pulling me into the shower and now he’s rubbing shower gel down my shoulders. I can’t concentrate. “Yes, we’re dating. But I don’t think I should take coffee to you anymore.” His immediate disappointment hurts but I need him to understand. “I want to love you so that everyone sees it but not at the expense of rumors. You have a whole business to run! And I know there will still be moments but I don’t want favoritism. I don’t anyone to lessen our relationship because of what they think is happening.”
