I was in the middle of telling Pollock my plans for my new law firm and enjoying a glass of wine when I heard a knock on my door. I picked the baby up and went to the door to see who it was. Maybe Harry and Carter were home early from dinner.

I opened my door and was surprised to see River there.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He handed me an envelope.

I opened it and found a cheque inside.

“I don’t want your money,” River said.

“What do you mean you don’t want my money?” I asked.

“I think it’s better if you find someone else to escort you to your brother’s wedding.”

It was cold, and I was afraid Pollock would get sick if I didn’t close the door.

“Come in for a second,” I said.

River hesitated before coming inside.

I looked at the cheque he’d written. “You write me a cheque for fifty-three thousand dollars? What did you do with two thousand dollars?”

River looked down onto the ground. “I had to buy a new phone, and my roommate got new jeans.”

I laughed. “So, you do need the money.”

“Of course, I need the money. But I don’t want it from you if you’re going to treat me like this,” River said.

“Treat you like what?” I asked.

“Like—” River paused. “Never mind. It’s not important.”

“You can’t just come knocking on my door like that,” I said. “What if my brother was home? I can’t have you thinking you can do whatever you want.”

River looked like he had something to tell me but didn’t want to say it. I was angry that he didn’t know his boundaries. But maybe he’d come there that night because he needed someone to put him in his place.

I tore the cheque in front of him and threw it on the ground. “Keep the money,” I said. “You better fulfill your promise to come with me to Blue’s wedding. I’m not going to find someone else after all my brothers met you already.”

His lips looked so kissable when he was pouting and upset at me. Even though I was mad at him for showing up at my house without an invitation, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was starting to get hard from just looking at him.

I went to the living room and set Pollock down into the playpen.

Then I went back to where River was in the foyer. On the ground, next to some flattened cardboard boxes was some rope Harry and Carter had used for moving. I picked it up and grabbed River’s hand and brought him down to my basement.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked.

“You know where,” I said.

He wasn’t resisting, and I knew what he wanted.

I led him through my dark basement into the wine cellar. I hadn’t been down there since the last time I was there with River. I turned on the light and sat in the chair under the light.

“Come here,” I demanded.

River walked slowly to me. I yanked his pants down and smacked him across his ass.

“Is this what you want from me?” I asked.

River grunted.

“You come into my house uninvited, thinking you’re a big shot?” I struck him on his ass again.

My cock hardened seeing his beautiful smooth ass turn red.

I bent him over my leg, and I used the rope to tie his hands behind his back.

He resisted a bit, but he wasn’t stronger than me.

“What are you going to do to me?” River asked.

“That depends. What do you want me to do?”

My hard cock pressed against his stomach.

“I want you to tell me how bad I am,” River said.

I tied to rope so tight around his wrists his hands turned white. It was so wrong to be doing this, but I couldn’t stop. Since the first time I spanked River, I’d been longing for the moment to do it again. And feeling his hard-on on the side of my leg, I knew he’d come back to me for more.

I ran my hand over his ass before I struck it a few times, feeling his body tense up in anticipation for me to do it again. I felt like an animal. I’d never hit anyone before like this, other than the odd bar fight in college. But spanking River felt better than having an orgasm.

“Tell me who’s the boss around here,” I said.

River remained quiet, refusing to give me what I want, so I spanked him again.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“You’re the boss,” he said.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” I said.

“I know,” River cried out. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

I could feel his cock pulse on the side of my leg. I turned him over to see that a wet spot had formed around his crotch. I swiped my finger against it and felt that it was sticky. It smelled sweet. He’d come in his pants just from me spanking him.

“Does this turn you on?” I asked.

His cheeks were rosy. He nodded, but he couldn’t look me in my eyes. I turned him to the side and spanked him as hard as I could.

I was disgusted with myself and with him. But I couldn’t stop giving River what he wanted. The more I spanked him, the better I felt. I loved the power and control it gave me.

I hated him for turning me into this monster. I pulled him up so that he was straddling my legs, and I kissed his lips, feeling his tears wet my face.

The kiss was beautiful and messy and tender all at the same time. I didn’t hold myself back and kissed him like I’d wanted to for a while. I felt his body tremble softly at my touch as I rubbed my hands on his shoulders.

“Look what you’re making me do to you,” I said, striking his ass once more.

It was easier to accept what I was doing when I put the blame on him. It was his fault for coming here. It was his fault for making me spank him. It was his fault for being so kissable.

“Just let it out,” River whispered softly.

His voice made my cock twitch under him. He was so beautiful it hurt. I squeezed his pecs and sucked on his nipple, biting it softly and watching his arms tense up.

“Yes, like that, Daddy,” River cried out.

Hearing him call me Daddy made me groan and suck his nipple harder. I rubbed his ass before I spanked him again. His body softened up against me. He was still, patiently waiting for the next one. I teased him, making him squirm. His body was begging for the next hit, and I didn’t give it to him.

“Please,” River cried out. “I need it.”

I struck his ass and looked him in his eyes.

“Are you going to show up here uninvited again?” I asked.

River shook his head. “No, I promise.”

I stood up and saw the marks I left on his ass. My heart raced. I’d told myself that I wasn’t going to hit him again after the very first time I did it, I but couldn’t help myself.

I ran a finger over the hill of his ass. River trembled and was sensitive to it. He sank deep into my arms. I closed my arms around him and could feel his heart against mine.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His voice was shaky, and I knew he was lying to me.

“I need you to come with me to Blue’s wedding. It’s important to me, and I don’t want you to play these games with me. I won’t tolerate it. I’ve paid you to do your job, and I expect you to deliver. Do you understand me?”

River nodded. “Okay.”

I relished in the power I had over him. It made me drunker than the bottle of red wine I’d been drinking that evening. River was right when he told me that spanking was addictive. I worried about spiraling out of control.

I kneeled on the ground and turned River around and looked at his ass closely. The baby blond hairs on his ass felt like one of Pollock’s soft blankets. His cheeks were covered with my handprints that looked like an abstract art painting. I pulled out my phone and took a close-up photo of his ass. I didn’t know why I wanted a photo of his bruised ass in my phone. The thought of saving the photo and running the risk of someone finding out about it made my heart race.

“Get on your knees,” I said.

River listened and dropped onto the concrete floor. He rested the side of his face on the chair with his hands still tied behind his back.

In that position, his ass was spread open, and I saw his beautiful pink hole for the first time. I snapped a photo, and my cock ached at the beauty I’d captured on my screen. I’d never been an ass man. But River’s ass was perfect in every way. He arched his back more, teasing me.

The thought of one of his other clients getting to do anything with someone so beautiful made me jealous inside.

“Do you present yourself like this to everyone?” I asked.

River shook his head and looked back at me. “I haven’t had a client since I met you, and I never let them fuck me.”

I felt less agitated when he told me that. “Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want you seeing anyone else until our contract is over.”

River nodded willingly.

I leaned in and bit one of his ass cheeks softly. Then I licked his hole for the first time.

River moved his hips back into my face. He tasted so sweet. I swirled my tongue around his hole, using my hand to spread his cheeks open.

I unbuttoned my pants and took my cock out, stroking it as I closed my eyes to taste River. It felt good to give him pleasure after giving him pain. It was my way of apologizing for spanking him, even though he’d deserved and wanted it. When I closed my eyes, I could disconnect from all the stress I was feeling that day. Being in the dark and cold room in my basement, with the heavy steel door locked, it was like we were far away from the world. It was just me and River exploring this dark fantasy I was getting more invested in.

I reached in front of River and felt his throbbing hard-on, even though he’d come not long ago. I stroked him as I continued to lick his ass, and I stroked myself too. River’s cock pulsed in my hand.

“I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come,” he said.

I licked him harder and felt the ring of muscle spasm against my tongue.

His soft moans echoed in the room as he came. His lustful cries made me leak precome in my pants. I felt my body tense. I stood over him and stroked myself on his ass. Ropes of come erupted on his ass cheeks over the handprints I’d left. I watched as my come dripped down his leg.