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“Green stands for go, yellow is slow down, and red means stop,” I say, holding back the sarcasm in my voice.
“Good boy, and what do you say when you want this to all end?”
Don't worry. I don't want you to stop. Ever. “Rojo.”
“Wonderful.” He runs his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. “You've been a very bad boy recently. Meeting with strangers online and being careless about it. Don't think I don't know about the pills either. One round for each bad behavior. “
A shiver runs up and down spine. He has noticed.
“Ready for your punishment?”
“Si.”
“Count for me.”
I suck in a shallow breath and a light slap comes to the right cheek of my ass. “Uno…”
I tense as his hand lands a little harder against the same spot. “Dos…”
“Tres,” I say between clenched teeth, bracing myself for the next crack against my stinging skin.
“Color?”
“Verde,” I say as tears hang from the corners of my eyes.
He switches between both cheeks and the pain is riveting. Sweat breaks between my brow and I resist the urge to buck my hips by the tenth spanking.
Round two comes and I'm a shaking, flustered mess halfway through. The heat from his hands spreads along my skin, igniting my bones.
“We're almost there. I'm so proud of you,pequeño.”
By the time he's done, my face is soaked with tears and it's not only from the punishment. My head is spinning with a mixture of emotions. Out of breath, I bury my face into the couch. The high is both wonderful and overwhelming.
This was a pain I had control of. One I chose. It stopped when I wanted it to and gave me a break from a worse one. I was distracted from the aches, cramps, and everything in between I experience on a daily basis. Not to mention, my mind is free from the worries and stresses I had from earlier in the day. They are no longer eating away at me and all I feel is contentment.
I'm scooped up into large arms. Fernando strokes my back and hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Shh, I have you. I'll always have you.”
He will, in more ways than one. He's not going anywhere and neither am I. I bury my face into his shoulder, releasing soft sobs. No one else sees this side of me, only him, and I can't imagine it being any other way. He was wrong. This won't only happen for one night. After having this once, I refuse to ever let it go. He's started something he can never walk away from now.
Four
Fernando
My eyes flutter open as a warm body presses into the front of mine. Jumping back, I reach for the lamp behind me and enough light fills the room to confirm who's lying beside me.
Enrico nudges his face into the pillow, the worry from earlier completely gone. The sheet rests over his defined, tattoo-covered hip and he's still only in his underwear. He releases a few soft breaths and his eyes remain closed. When did he get in here?
Earlier I was dead on my feet, and I covered him with a blanket when he started to doze on the couch and made sure he was comfortable before retreating to my room. I closed the door behind me, stripping down to my boxer briefs before climbing under the covers. I skipped my usual nightly shower and for once didn't care about my clothes landing on the floor instead of the hamper.
I only stay here on my days off. My wife wanted a cabin away from the rest of the world. Somewhere near a creek, surrounded by nature. She would have loved it here. I'd say it’s where I found my peace but I'd be lying. The silence nearly chokes me if I’m here too long and the loneliness only adds to the suffocation. I've tried bringing women back here but it’s never felt right. I've always changed my mind at the last minute and gone back to their place instead.
It was anything but wrong having Enrico here. He fit right in the moment he entered the front door. Seeing him in my house felt as natural as breathing.
As much as he should, he doesn't look misplaced lying in my bed either. I need to find the strength to wake him and make him go back to the couch. Every attempt I make to move my hand to his shoulder fails.
Gripping the sheets between my fingers, I loudly clear my throat. “Enrico.”
A few soft sounds come from his lips and he stirs a little. I say his name a few more times, quieter than intended. He rolls over to his other side, dragging the sheet above his head.
