Graham
Someone knocked on my door and my pulse sped up. It was probably housekeeping. But what if… I held my breath as I looked through the peephole.
Avery stood there, chewing on his lip.
I yanked the door open, startling him. He was pale. His face tearstained. “I’m sorry. Really sorry.”
“Me too. For running. I’m not good with confrontation.”
“And I’m not good at knowing when to admit things I’d rather hide.”
Avery glanced down at his feet and nodded. I realized then that we were still in the doorway. “Come in, please.”
He did.
I reached out to lay a hand on his back but pulled away before making contact. As much as I wanted to touch him, I knew we needed to talk things through first.
When we were both seated on the sofa, I said, “I should have told you right away. I was afraid you’d be angry or upset, and I was selfish because I wanted the time with you. I didn’t want you to leave, but keeping it from you made you leave anyway.”
“I came back.” His voice was shaking, and I would have done anything to make him happy again.
“Why?” I needed to know, even if the answer wasn’t what I was hoping for.
“Felicity told me she guessed I’d spent the night with you. She said you only reluctantly admitted it. I was upset because no one’s ever taken care of me like you have this weekend. I couldn’t reconcile you knowing exactly what I needed and then deceiving me. It hurt. A lot.”
I started to speak, but he held up his hand.
“Felicity truly believes you meant well. If she trusts you, then maybe I still can.”
I still had a chance. Don’t screw this up. “I did mean well. It was stupid, but I thought I was taking care of you by not saying anything. But I shouldn’t keep things from you. Doing what’s best for you means comforting you if you’re upset, not trying to keep you from hearing something upsetting.”
“That’s… You’re amazing.”
He reached for my hand, and I twined my fingers with his. “I’m not. I’m an idiot a lot of the time, but I can learn.”
“I think I can too. I should’ve stayed and listened, but I panicked. I’m sorry for that.”
“You don’t need to—”
“Just listen. Please. I was so happy, and then I thought maybe I couldn’t trust you after all, which meant we couldn’t play the games we liked, and I would lose you and—”
I cupped his face and made him look at me. “Avery, we don’t have to play any games for me to want you. I love being your Daddy, but I still want you no matter what we do in bed.”
“Y-you do?”
I slid from the couch and dropped to my knees. “I do. Please forgive me.”
His eyes watered, then tears spilled over, and it was all I could do not to cry too.
“I forgive you.” He stood and tugged on my hands to pull me to my feet.
I brushed the back of my hand over his cheek. “I want to kiss you.”
“Yes, I want that too.”
I leaned down, but stopped before our lips touched. “I don’t know how this happened. Maybe I’ve gone crazy, but being with you just feels so right. I want to play Daddy and boy with you, but I also just want to hold you close and see what can happen between us.”
“Me too. That’s really why I ran. I wanted this so much, and then I thought I’d misjudged you and it was all going to fall apart. I should have stayed and listened to you.”
“No, I should’ve been honest from the start.”
He smiled. “Next time you will be.”
“I will. I promise.” I kissed him then. He opened to me, and I felt him surrender. I held his hips tightly, pulling him close so I could grind against him. “I want you, boy.”
“Mmm” was all he said in response, but he shifted, hooking a leg over my hip so our cocks pressed together as I worked myself against him.
I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue in and then sucking on his lower lip until he whimpered. I would never get enough of that sound. When the need for air made me pull back, he stared up at me, eyes glazed over. The sight of him so passion-drunk made me groan.
“Daddy,” he whispered. “I was a bad boy. I didn’t listen to you. I didn’t return your calls.”
I shook my head. “Avery, I’m the one who—”
He laid a finger over my lips. “I need this.” Color rose in his cheeks. “I don’t know why, but just play along. Please.”
His cheeks were flushed, and I could tell he was nervous about what he wanted to say. “It’s okay, boy. Tell me what you need.”
He nodded, but he didn’t say anything else, so I encouraged him. “You’ve been a bad boy, and you need Daddy to help you be better?”
He nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry. Are you going to spank me?”
His words made my hands itch to slap his gorgeous ass, to make it red and burning hot. “If I do, will that help you remember to be good?”
“Yes, Daddy. Yes, it will.”
“Good. Because I am going to spank you. Hard. It’s going to hurt. Because that’s what bad boys need.”
“I do. I need that.” I almost laughed, because he sounded so ridiculously eager.
“I can already tell you really want to be good.”
He looked up, eyes wide, lips pouty. “I do. I just forgot.”
This was going to be so much fun. I dashed into the bathroom for a towel, spread it on the floor at the end of the bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress, which was low to the ground, as if designed for exactly this. “Come here and lay over my lap.”
“D-do you want me to strip first, Daddy?”
I hadn’t intended for him to, thinking it might make him feel too vulnerable, but if he was asking…
“Yes, boy. Get naked and then get over here.”
Avery’s hands shook as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I smiled at him, wanting to show my approval as he toed off his shoes and then pushed his shorts and briefs down his legs.
Completely naked now, he knelt beside me.
“Boy?”
“Y-yes?”
“If you need me to stop, what do you say?”
“Red.”
“Good boy.”
He shivered as he positioned himself over my legs. I was already hard, but my cock stiffened more as he wiggled around. I wanted to release it, to order him to suck me off, but I didn’t. There would be time for that later. This was for Avery.
“It’s okay if you need to cry,” I told him. “Daddy doesn’t mind tears. I want you to let everything out: scream, beg, cry, whatever you need to do.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I rubbed my hand over his ass and then squeezed his cheek, digging my fingers in. He sucked in his breath and wriggled.
I smacked him hard and he jumped. “Stay still.”
“Yes… Daddy.” His breathing was already harsh.
“Brace yourself. I’m not going to go easy on you.”
“That’s what I need.”
I spanked his other cheek then, enough to really sting, but still not with my full power.
He tensed. I could tell how hard he was fighting to keep from working his hips. “Breathe, boy. You have to relax into it, or it will be a lot harder.”
“I’ll try, Daddy.” He sounded so earnest. I wanted to kiss him as much as I wanted to make his ass ache.
I spanked him again and again, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes hitting the same spot several times in a row. I held him against me with an arm across his waist, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to keep from struggling, no matter how much he wanted to. But eventually, I felt him give. He started arching toward the blows instead of trying to escape. I loved that I could do this to him.
“You’re doing so good, boy.” I paused and rubbed his ass. “You’re taking your punishment so well.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” His voice sounded choked, and I felt tears wetting my leg. That’s what I wanted, for him to let out all his pain and fear.
“I’m going to start again, and it’s going to be harder this time. It’s okay to cry, boy. Remember that.”
He nodded and shifted himself a bit, as if making sure he was braced against the blows. I kissed the reddest part of his ass, loving how hot his skin was. Then I hit him harder than I had before.