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“Count them for me.” Roman landed a third hit so hard stars exploded behind Caleb’s closed eyelids.
“One.” The number was torn from his throat amid a moan.
“Good boy,” Roman praised and administered another spank, even more forceful than the last.
“Two.” Caleb’s whole being was focused on the searing pain and the man wielding it. The endorphin rush was intoxicating, a high that made his head spin. “More.” He didn’t care that he was pleading. He was desperate to feel the full extent of Roman’s strength, to be molded and marked by his newfound dominance.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” Roman’s voice was thick with lust as he obliged, delivering rapid-fire smacks that painted Caleb’s rear, which had to be all shades of crimson right now.
“Three, four, five.”
Caleb’s mind emptied, all thoughts banished except the overwhelming need to submit, to offer himself up to the man who commanded his body with such fierce certainty.
“Six.”
His world narrowed to the blistering heat emanating from his ass and the relentless hand that both punished and pleasured. Roman slapped, strike after strike, blow after blow, and Caleb counted. His words became grunts, then mere breaths. Nothing else existed but pain and pleasure, this tantalizing torture that was exquisite and excruciating at the same time.
He wanted him to stop and never to stop. He wanted more but also less. He wanted everything, even when he had nothing to give but his obedience, his submission.
Roman rested his palm on the heated skin, fingers splayed wide. Caleb felt the other man’s heavy breathing, sensed the weight of his gaze. When Roman spoke, his words were dark honey, dripping with dirty promises. “You were right. I love spanking you.”
Caleb struggled to find words. “Perfect, Sir. It’s perfect.”
“Stay still. I mean it. Do not move a muscle.”
Even though Caleb’s knees buckled, he remained standing, resting his head against his arms. His mind drifted off until cold fingers jolted him back to the present.
“Spread your legs and push that ass back.”
Slick fingers pressed against his hole with far less care and tenderness than he would’ve expected. Roman had found his inner Dom. A shiver tore through Caleb’s body.
“Jesus, your ass is on fire. You’re like a radiator, so hot. Gonna sear my cock.”
The lube was cold against Caleb’s skin but heated quickly, and Roman didn’t go easy on him. Two fingers became three, then four.
Roman freed himself but kept his clothes on—one of the hottest things on the planet, even to Caleb’s half-present mind. “Kneel on the bed.”
Caleb obeyed instantly. Roman’s strong fingers dug into his hips, pulling him back onto hands and knees, and the blunt head of his slick cock pushed against Caleb. He breathed out, invited him in.
The first thrust was careful, almost tentative, but Caleb groaned his approval, encouraging Roman to abandon any shred of restraint. With a growl, Roman gripped Caleb’s hips tighter and plunged deeper.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Roman grunted, picking up his pace, only to halt seconds later. “You good?”
Caleb loved that Roman had checked. “Green, Sir. Very, very green.”
“Thank fuck.”
Roman slammed back into him, and Caleb howled with the sting of the intrusion. Each rough thrust rocked Caleb, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room, a carnal symphony. The throbbing from the spanking mingled with the stretch and fill of Roman’s relentless drive, sending sparks of pleasure-pain coursing through him.
“Jesus, your ass is…” Roman panted. “The heat is amazing. You’re so hot, so tight. Can’t hold back.”
He didn’t need to, but Caleb couldn’t answer. His thoughts splintered, coherent words lost to the wave of sensations crashing over him. Roman’s fingers bruised his skin with fierce possessiveness, and every time Caleb slid forward, Roman yanked him back as if he were a rag doll.
“Need to fuck you,” Roman mumbled, almost as if he was talking to himself. “Can’t resist anymore. Need to claim you. Fuck, you’re so perfect.”
His movements became frenzied, every angle calculated to hit spots inside Caleb that unraveled him further. His cock leaked, twitched, but he clenched his teeth and fought back his orgasm. He wouldn’t disobey his Dom the first time they played together. No fucking way. So he rose above it, retreating to that elusive state where his body almost separated from his mind like he could see himself from above, taking the perfect abuse. He was aware only of the demanding grip on his flesh, the exquisite friction, and the fierce man behind him who dominated him so effortlessly as if he’d done it a thousand times before.
“Caleb,” Roman grunted. “Fuck, I need to…”
