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No. No. No. This is wrong. Last night was a mistake but this is unforgivable.
Shoving him on his ass, I scurry off the couch. A range of emotions invades me, tugging me in every direction. “You shouldn't have done that.”
“I would've stopped if you hadn’t liked it so much.” He sits up, staring at me with glowing eyes.
I roll my eyes, placing my hand in front of my deflating cock. He took my underwear off and they are nowhere on the floor or couch. I circle the area anyway, looking for them. “You're delusional.”
He slumps against the couch, straightening his legs out over the cushions I was recently occupying. “You didn't shove me away or move. You kept taking what you wanted. I was only trying to thank you for what you did for me yesterday.”
“Molesting me in my sleep wasn't a good way to go about it,” I sneer, ripping the blanket from under him and nearly knocking him off the couch. I tie the knitted fabric around my waist to keep his eyes from occasionally drifting back to my cock. Nothing is stopping me from eyeing his hard, pink nipples. I bite my tongue to keep from licking my lips.
“You didn't use the colors so I kept going.” My head spins as I try to figure out what the hell he's going on about.
“What?”
“The traffic light colors you made sure I understood yesterday. You didn't use them.”
I freeze as his words catch me off guard. Oh, this little fucker. He keeps turning the tables around on me, using everything I do as his own personal weapon. “You— That was for yesterday and in regards to our previous scene only. Not now.”
“You didn't specify that.” He runs his hand over his chest, his fingers gently toying with the stud in his nipple.
Grinding my teeth, I lean over him and rest my hand behind his head, digging my nails into the couch cushion. “Either way, I made myself very clear about there being no sex.”
“I must have missed that or forgotten. You know I have a bad memory.” His left eyebrow twitches and his golden eyes fall to my blanket-covered dick. It likes the attention too much and I have to divert him somehow before it becomes too obvious.
I click my tongue. “That's it. We’ve officially reached three. You want punishment? How about I show you the less fun side of it. Get to your feet.”
“What?” His eyes snap at me.
“I said get to your feet, and go face the fucking wall.” Pushing my hand off the couch, I stretch out my neck and keep my gaze on him.
The muscle in his cheek twitches and his eyes frantically travel around the room. “But—”
“I thought this is what you wanted?”
His cocky stature continues to lessen and he's now a spluttering mess. “I— I'm sorry.”
“That's not good enough now. It's too late for your apologies,pequeño. Go to one of the corners of the room, drop to your knees, and hold your arms above your head with your nose pressed to the wall.”
“For how long?”
“Until I feel you've learned your lesson.”
“I—”
“No more talking until your punishment is over. There will be no moving or speaking while in time out.”
He slumps, slowly dragging himself off the couch. He wants to fight it. I can see the stubbornness in his spiteful eyes but instead of defying me, he does as he’s told. Deep down inside, hiding behind a prideful and strong-willed man, is a sweet, compliant sub who wants to do everything he can to please his Sir.
Only I'm not his and he isn't mine. Something I have to constantly keep reminding myself of these last few days.
Dropping to the floor, he crawls to the nearest corner of the room and slowly lifts himself onto his knees. Before he can press his face into the crease, I click my tongue again.
“I forgot to mention, I want you to be completely naked.” It adds to the humiliation. I convince myself it's the only reason I want him kneeling bare before me. I can't understand any other one rolling through my mind. I'm a straight man who often lusts after soft, curvy women, and yet the toned man with narrow hips has me lost in a trance the more I study his hard, muscular form.
He releases a shallow breath and with a shaky hand, he tugs at the waistband of his underwear. He kicks his black briefs away as soon as they fall down his hips. His ass flexes, the tattoo of a butterfly bouncing on his right cheek. I swallow back the tightness in my throat, dismissing the way my cock twitches when he spreads his thighs wider.
I close my eyes and open them again, quickly glancing up at the ceiling.
