Spanked.

The word seemed to echo around the room. I swallowed, savoring the tingles it sent through my body. Like control and punishment, it triggered such an involuntary response in my body.

How did Chaz know exactly what to say to me? Where did this guy come from? I started to wonder if I might be dreaming. Had I conjured him up from my own fantasies?

But god, I was hyperaware of his palm resting on my bottom and what it was about to do to me, and my hard-on.

I licked my lips. “Yes, Chaz,” I answered, my voice wavering despite my efforts to contain my excitement.

“Not like you have any say in the matter now. You made your choice when you refused to tell me what you wanted me to do to you.” His thumb brushed over my skin and I twitched. He squeezed my butt cheek like it was a piece of dough, and I stifled a moan.

“One rule, though, Mr. Davis.” He leaned back near where my face rested on the cool ebony. I directed my eyes toward him, admiring his sexy jawline. “Don’t let me hurt you. You get me?”

I wasn’t sure I did. He was going to spank me. Didn’t that mean some pain?

He clarified when I didn’t answer right away. “I’m not into drawing blood, welts, or scars. And if at any time I do something that gets to that point, you say something.”

“A safeword?” Something warm settled in my chest at his request.

“Got one?”

I searched my fuzzy, lust-addled brain. No, I didn’t. I’d never done anything like this before. Sex, of course. Though many, many months ago. Kink, never. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. A stranger spanking me over my desk? Should I have given him this much control?

But as he turned toward me, his eyes shimmered, reminding me of swimming pools in the summer, and I knew I could trust him. “Oasis,” I blurted out.

“Oasis,” he repeated and sat up.

I closed my eyes as more nervous questions assaulted me. Would this hurt? Would I be able to handle it? I felt confident in Chaz and his abilities. It was me I worried about.

A stinging slap to my bottom startled me out of my thoughts. Damn, that was better than I expected.

Chaz rubbed gently over the spot he smacked, igniting my sensitized skin.

He smacked the other cheek this time, in the same manner. Strong and fast, but again, he skimmed over the stinging flesh afterward with a soft caress.

“Fuck, your ass is so sweet,” he growled, and my dick throbbed underneath me. His voice turned me on, both when it was demanding and complimentary.

He spanked me again. And again. Each time following it with a tender touch.

With each smack, I got louder. I cried out, grunted, and gasped. The friction between the desk and my groin was doing wonderful, dirty things.

His spanks were unhurried and meticulous, the pace making me feel every hit like he had struck a match, igniting a flame over my skin. He varied his strokes, moving around to different sections of my back end—from the lowest curve to my flanks. It stung and burned, the pain near hypnotic. My favorite was when he spanked the meatiest part of my bottom, swinging from below, lifting my cheeks when his palm connected.

“How’s that feel, Mr. Davis?”

I could have melted into him, my body climbing up some invisible staircase. I was probably humping my desk too. “Amazing,” I replied, as he landed another smack. I moaned. Did he want me to tell the truth? Or play along? Was this part of the game?

He stopped for a moment, caressing his latest spot, making me squirm. That’s when I truly felt the burn. After the spanking.

“You’re enjoying your punishment.”

I calmed my breaths to answer. “Is that bad?”

He chuckled and slid off the desk to stand. “So bad,” he murmured. “Maybe I’m being too gentle?”

Oh god. I loved everything about this, but I didn’t think I could take it much harder. Or much longer. My bottom already felt scorched. “No.”

“Mr. Davis,” he said, then tsked. “I can’t let you get off that easy.” He kneaded my cheeks again, and the combination of pain and pleasure made me cry out.

Even his double entendre made me dizzy. I was already on edge. One touch and my dick would burst all over the desk blotter underneath me.

“Yes, Chaz,” I said, determined to take my punishment like a man. A spanked, desperately horny man.

“You’re. So. Brave,” he said, landing smacks between each word.

I didn’t hold back my cries.

When he grabbed both of my cheeks in his hands, I realized how sore I really was. My flesh tricked me as sections deadened to the pain until he’d hit a nerve, sending that tight patch of skin crackling.

Without warning, Chaz walloped me. Hard as hell. So hard my entire body slid forward. I shouted, completely letting go.

“Chaz,” I breathed, surprised. And impressed.

“I’m still thinking you’re enjoying this way too much.” He massaged my bottom.

Another wallop landed on the other cheek. I inched forward again, keening as he pulled me back by my shirttails.

I feared I wouldn’t know if he’d made a welt or drawn blood. But every time I thought my ass would go numb, Chaz’s next hit proved me wrong. My entire back end felt as if it had been burned by a sweet, decadent fire.

The next smack wasn’t nearly as hard as the other two, but damn, it did me in.

“Chaz!” My breathing spiraled away from me and I worried about hyperventilating.

I was about to call out the safeword, unable to take it anymore, when something soft and light glided over my bottom. Christ, it was divine—like a cool, misty cloud. I heard him move behind me, and it sounded like he went down on his knees. “So hot,” he whispered, and I realized his fingers were creating these sensations, sliding over me, making slow, feathery patterns. I moaned and squirmed, sensitive enough from the spankings that I thought I would explode. My muscles trembled, clenched, and fluttered, reacting without my control. Sounds erupted from my throat. Groans, cries, and chuckles . . . my skin and body confused as to what to do and how to respond. I didn’t want him to stop, but the spasms drove me crazy.

“Feel good?” he asked, his voice low.

He circled his fingertips near the cleft of my bottom where my thighs connected to the curve. I jumped and made a noise, my poor cheeks still flexing and twitching.

“I asked you a question, Mr. Davis.” He drew his fingers up softly.

I gulped. “God, yes.” I felt like my legs must be dancing under me; I couldn’t keep still.

“Tickle?” he asked, now using both hands, his fingers caressing every inch of skin, finding tender spots that made me jerk and shiver even more.

“Yeah,” I breathed, and it caught in my throat, turning into a moan when one of his fingers grazed my ball sack.

“You took your punishment well,” he said, his hands applying more pressure. It stung, but in the best way possible. “You’ll be rewarded.” His breath zinged over my bottom. I felt my excitement ratchet up once again.

“Thank you, Chaz.”

His hands slid up to rest on my lower back, and he leaned in. I could feel the heat of his body press close as anticipation coiled in my gut.

He placed a light kiss on my left cheek. Then he pressed his lips flush against my skin, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He trailed deep, wet kisses all over my bottom, as if he was making out with it. My flesh was hot, sensitive, and flaming under his mouth and tongue. His scruffy stubble both hurt and made my erection throb, the combination of sensations making me want to scream in frustration.

“Your ass is something to worship. You should see how rosy red it is now,” he said in between kisses.

“Oh,” I managed, my breathing loud and raspy.

He gently pulled apart my cheeks. “There’s another special spot that needs worshipping,” he said before a slick, wet tongue slowly licked from my ball sack, upward and over my hole.

I gasped. “Fuuuckkk . . .” I nearly came from the sheer surprise of it.

“Soon,” he said, making me groan.

He did the same excruciating thing again and I was on my toes by the end, whimpering in pleasurable delirium. I wished I could hold onto something, but my desk gave me no purchase.

Chaz lapped at my hole, his tongue making every part of me writhe, from my stomach down to my feet. I didn’t know how my muscles hadn’t cramped up yet.

Every soft swipe of his tongue had me moaning and whining like a porn star. Never had my dick been so hard and ready to burst. Any movement could’ve set me off.

“You taste so fucking good. I can’t get enough,” he said, and suddenly his tongue pressed deep into my hole. I sputtered. Chaz was eating my ass, driving into me with his tongue, and I was moments away from spilling my load over the desk.

Pleasure assaulted me from every direction with Chaz’s face buried in my bottom. The stubble on his cheeks, though rough, only heightened the sensations, adding a dose of pain. I had no idea my asshole was this sensitive. I’d had fingers and dicks in it before, but this . . . this was something else altogether. Dirty. Sexy. Sweet. Especially after being spanked by a hot, domineering janitor.

Thinking about it had my balls tightening. “Chaz, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

He plunged his tongue deeper, this time staying there, licking at my insides as his stubbled cheeks teased the skin around my hole. He moaned as he did so, sending amazing vibrations through me as my orgasm crested.

“Oh god, oh god . . . Chaz! Ohhhhhhh.” I jerked, my dick angry at being forced to come while held down in a vice-like grip between my body and the desk. But I still managed to shoot hot and wild against my stomach. I could feel the searing wet heat as I spasmed, Chaz holding onto my flanks, his tongue fighting to get deeper inside me.

I whined as my body trembled, stars and light blinding me. I swear I came for ages, loud and feverish. Chaz wouldn’t stop—as if my orgasm brought about a renewed energy in him.

“Chaz, please. I can’t take it.” My bottom was oversensitized, outside and in.

As my tremors died down, he slid his tongue up and over my tailbone, placing an open-mouthed kiss on my lower back.

I sighed, my brain fried.