“Exactly. Now that you’re mine, you won’t ever do that again, are we clear?”
Hop leaned back and pressed himself against Rafe’s chest. “Yes.”
“Good.” As much as he wanted to pull Hop to him and hold on, he didn’t. Instead, he took Hop’s shoulders and spun him to face the desk, guiding him into position. “Brace yourself and keep still.”
* * *
Hop couldn’t do it. He was shaking apart already, his emotions endlessly whirling around and around. It made him lightheaded and giddy like when he was high. Now Rafe wanted him to bend over the desk with his ass bare and his aching cock waving in the air?
That was too much. Wasn’t it? Shouldn’t it be too much? If this didn’t cross a line, what would?
Before he could rebel, mostly on principle, Rafe cupped his ass in a delicious massage, rubbing and pressing all the knots and muscles. Hop just groaned. Fuck it. He wasn’t moving until he was told to move.
“How many for leaving like that?” Rafe’s voice poked at all of Hop’s insecurities. The question made him complicit in his own humiliation. It was perfect and horrible. Mostly perfect.
His voice squeaked when he answered, “Ten.” He’d been spanked before and it wasn’t bad. He could take ten without crying. Probably.
“Count it out. If you mess up I start over.”
Hop squeezed his eyes shut, tensing for the first strike, which never came.
Rafe covered his spine instead, his cloth-covered cock nestling in the crack of Hop’s ass. His lips played with Hop’s ear, his hands stroked and clawed gently at all of Hop’s exposed skin.
Oh fuck.
The breath he’d been holding was expelled in a single core-shuddering gush.
Rafe’s nose nuzzled his hair as his fingers played at the sensitive skin behind his balls. “Your skin smells musky,” he said.
“Sorry.”
A quick, stinging pinch burned the inside of his thigh. Hop hissed.
“If I’d wanted you clean I would have made you wash before coming to me.” And just like that Rafe stripped him of every defense he’d still held. Every muscle relaxed, even his heart.
“Yes...yes, sir.”
Rafe’s rumbled curse was the greatest reward, a quiet acknowledgment of Hop’s power over him. He thrust against Hop’s ass, squeezed him tighter and said, “That’s a good pet.”
Hop melted into a pool of pure lust and absolute submission. And still, Rafe caressed him again and again until Hop was blissfully relaxed.
The first swat broke the silence of the room, a loud thwack of skin against skin. Fuck, it stung.
“One,” Hop choked out in surprise, his eyes already watering.
A softer slap to the other cheek.
“Two.” He wheezed.
It went on and on. Rafe’s palm never landed in the same place twice, never hit the same way. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft, sometimes featherlight, sometimes Rafe would turn it into a caress that made pleasure twist Hop’s balls and his cock strain for any kind of touch. The randomness was part of the experience. It kept Hop always anticipating and always shocked.
“That’s it,” Rafe said.
“More, harder, please,” Hop begged.
Rafe massaged his stinging flesh. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”
Hop panted into the smooth desktop and tilted his ass up into Rafe’s touch. It shouldn’t feel this good, but fuck, it did. Then Rafe hit him and the sharp force of the blow pushed all the air from his lungs. Oh fuck, it hurt, but the pain was exactly what he needed. It sent him high up into the clouds.
With every slap, Hop struggled more and more to keep count. His tears leaked a steady stream from the corners of his eyes.
The pain and heat and awful, awful joy that accompanied every stroke tugged Hop deeper and deeper into a place that was all shiny and gold and soft edges.
“Stay with me.” Rafe’s voice tethered him to the agonizing bliss and kept him conscious of the job he’d been charged with.
“Nine,” Hop said.
“One more, you can do it.”
When the final blow landed, Hop’s tightly held emotions finally shattered. It felt like everything he’d been holding back since childhood exploded out of him in a wailing, shuddering, sobbing mess.
“Ten,” he said, hiccupping through the tears.
“That’s right. Let it go. It’s okay,” Rafe said, as he pulled Hop around, tore the tie from his eyes, and tugged him into his big embrace. Rafe leaned against the desk, secure enough to support all of Hop’s weight, which was good, because Hop could not keep his knees locked for the life of him. He snuggled into Rafe, whose arms were strong and sure, his scent familiar and calming.
It was everything Hop hadn’t known he’d needed.
Rafe didn’t let him go for long, long minutes, murmuring sweet and supportive things that didn’t make sense and didn’t need to. Just the sound of his voice was enough to keep Hop from drowning.
Rafe didn’t move the whole time Hop cried against his shirt, no doubt leaving makeup and tear stains on the formerly pristine cotton.
If Rafe didn’t care, who was Hop to worry?
It was that thought that settled him. The overwhelming tide of freedom at knowing Rafe was in charge. Hop didn’t need to think.
It was staggering.
He shuddered out a watery sigh and snaked his arms around Rafe’s waist.
“Thank you,” he said. “Sir.”
Rafe simply rested a cheek on his hair.
They were both still hard. His ass burned and he ached in places he’d never felt before. Not even strenuous hours of dance rehearsal had worked the muscles that Rafe had worked.
But he felt amazing. Like a diamond freshly cut and polished, shining bright and new.
“Wait right here,” Rafe said, as he extricated himself. He crossed to the bar and came back with a bottle of water, which he opened and handed to Hop. “Drink up.”
Hop accepted it, his thirst suddenly undeniable. The water was cool and refreshing.
Rafe opened a drawer and pulled out a tube. “Turn around, pet. Let me take care of that gorgeous skin. I don’t want you bruising.”
Hop didn’t even question him now, just presented his ass for attention. The cream was a relief. He rested his cheek on the metal desktop as Rafe worked it into his tender flesh.
“You mark up so prettily,” Rafe said. “Such a beautiful pink.” The praise in his voice was even more soothing than the water.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t think I’m going to forget about the rest of your punishment just because you’re being all obedient and sweet at the moment.” Rafe’s tone was playful but still held a weight that was undeniable.
But it was the words that made Hop’s belly flutter. There was more.
How could there be more? He was already a puddle of quivering need and angst.
The idea was both terrifying and reassuring.
Yeah, he was nuts. It was official. But all Hop could do was grin into the crook of his elbow, because Rafe’s hands were on him. And damn, it felt good.
Chapter Seventeen
Rafe had never used his full strength on a sub before, but he couldn’t deny how exciting it was not to hold back. The way Hop had begged for more had twisted itself through Rafe’s blood and ignited all of his dark fantasies.
He took his time, now, though, doing his best to ignore the aching between his legs. Aftercare was a necessary part of the experience. He wouldn’t rush through it just because his dick was pinched awkwardly and his balls felt like they were on fire. Hop’s well-being came before everything else.
That’s just how it was.
Besides, he was getting a ton of enjoyment out of Hop’s reactions. It was adorable how he purred and arch
ed and silently begged for more.
Adorable in a cock-tingling sort of way.
But eventually, the cream had done its job and there was no reason to prolong the massage. He twisted the cap on the tube and dropped it into the drawer. Then he sat on his chair.
“On your knees,” Rafe ordered.
Hop looked a bit dazed, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t even hesitate, just sank to the floor between Rafe’s thighs and looked up at him for more. His makeup was a mess, streaks of mascara ran under his eyes, and his lipstick was smeared. But he was stunning like this, all open and willing, ready for whatever Rafe threw at him.
“Take my cock out.”
Hop’s tongue swept out to lick his bottom lip. Whether it was calculated or not, the move sent a ripple of need through Rafe strong enough that he gripped the armrests until his knuckles cracked. It was a lesson in self-destruction, having to endure Hop’s long slender fingers fumbling with his belt and then suffering through the agonizing wait as Hop released the button and lowered his zipper, so fucking carefully, Rafe had to grit his teeth.
He didn’t move. Didn’t help. Just watched those wide blue eyes, the flutter of lashes, and the deepening pink of his cheeks. Finally, Hop freed his dick from its confines. Rafe couldn’t stop the relieved groan that followed because Hop hadn’t let go. His sure grip stroked Rafe from root to tip. After days without jerking off, nights full of temptation, hell, he was so close to blowing his load it wasn’t even funny.
Rafe grabbed Hop’s wrist to stop the delicious torture. “Suck it.”
A pucker appeared between Hop’s brows. “My punishment is to suck your cock?” Clearly he didn’t think much of the prospect.
“No, your punishment is not coming while you suck my cock.” Realization dawned on Hop’s face and Rafe was sadist enough it made his balls sing. He continued and didn’t bother hiding the smile in his voice, “Your punishment is not coming until tomorrow. Not coming until I have you in my bed and I say you can.”
Hop squeezed his eyes shut. “Shit.”
“Make it good, pet.” Rafe reclined with his hands behind his head watching their reflections in the mirrored ceiling, too curious to see what Hop would do next.
“Can I pull up my pants?” Hop asked, with his eyes still closed.
“No. I like looking at your cock, hard and aching for me.”
Hop sucked his cheek. Rafe grinned.
It was another minute before Hop finally shuffled forward, took Rafe in hand, and leaned in to rub the length over his face. They both groaned. Then Hop’s tongue swirled around Rafe’s crown, tentatively exploring.
Rafe was cut and thick and straight. When hard, his cock reached his belly button. Watching Hop’s eyes roll back as he worked filled Rafe with this crazy need to strut around like a peacock. Yes, his dick did that to Hop. It made him delirious.
Shit, he was a God among men because Hop worshiped him.
Rafe didn’t fight the intense hunger that swept through him, spreading his knees wider and thrusting up into Hop’s mouth to seek more of that lava-like heat. Fuck, but he wanted to be deep, deep inside. So deep he’d feel Hop’s heartbeat echo his own. So deep he’d leave his mark and Hop would have to carry it around like a badge of honor.
Hop looked up through his lashes, pupils blown wide, glitteringly bright, and full of untamed desire. With those blue eyes, Hop begged. And the thing that got to Rafe most, was the certainty Hop didn’t even know what he was asking for, just that Rafe could give it to him.
Rafe tangled his fingers in Hop’s hair, not holding him down so much as guiding him, anchoring him. Giving him purpose.
It was all Hop needed. Purpose.
“Stop teasing,” Rafe said, flexing his hips. Hop’s lashes fluttered closed and then, finally, his lips closed around Rafe fully until they met his knuckles at the base.
Rafe groaned to the ceiling as his balls drew up. “Fuck, yes.” He was so close to coming apart and Hop hadn’t even really started yet.
As if that was his trigger, Hop let loose, all slick and sloppy and sexy as hell. At once, squeezing the shaft with a sure grip on every upstroke and vacuum-sucking the head like it was a cream-filled dessert.
Jesus, the sounds Rafe made, he couldn’t contain them. They were rough and raw and could probably rival the thudding bass of the club.
But Hop’s sweet whine was better.
So much fucking better.
Rafe’s fingers tightened in that silky pink hair and tugged, just enough to elicit a reaction. Hop’s crude groan was followed by a soft, happy sigh. And then the sneaky bastard cupped Rafe’s balls and rolled them in his hand, simultaneously rubbing the tender skin just behind his sack.
Rafe growled an honest-to-God growl. One hand pinned Hop’s chin, freezing him in place. His thumb pressing Hop’s lower lip, until Hop blinked up at him.
“So pretty stretched around my cock.” Yep, he totally sounded high, but Rafe couldn’t give two fucks at the moment. He was a deviant in his element. He was the fucking king of the world.
Hop’s tongue flicked Rafe’s piss slit in reply.
Rafe’s grip in Hop’s hair tightened and his thumb jammed into Hop’s mouth pressing on his teeth to open wider.
“Take it all,” he said.
Hop hesitated and that tiny bit of rebellion fired Rafe’s blood. It made him ache. And when Hop placed his hands purposefully behind his back, never breaking eye contact, it made Rafe want to howl in pride.
The gift of trust. Fuck, but it was better than anything else in the world.
With Rafe’s thumb still hooked in his mouth, Hop blinked once then lowered inch by amazing inch, swallowing Rafe’s cock as slowly and inevitably as the icebergs carved out the mountains.
He didn’t gag once.
“That’s it, so good,” Rafe said.
When, at last, Hop’s nose was buried in his pubes, Rafe released his jaw with a moan of approval, driving deeper to feel the delicious tightness.
Then he held Hop’s throat. “Swallow.”
Hop jerked and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, but did as he was told. His muscles milked Rafe’s cock over and over.
Holy fuck. Rafe’s head slammed back and his hips thrust up. Just like that he was fucking Hop’s mouth without restraint. The slurpy rhythm of it was accompanied by Hop’s muffled sounds of pleasure and Rafe’s steady grunts.
“Fuck. Yes.” Rafe was incoherent, drowning in sensation that went on and on until sweat dripped from his hair and stung his eyes. Muscles cramping, he slowed and looked to Hop.
Hop’s blue eyes gazed up at him, the hopeful open longing so obvious even to Rafe’s blissed-out brain. It pierced something cold in his chest like a lightning strike. He brushed his thumb under Hop’s eye to wipe away tears.
What a vulgar picture he made, eyes watering, makeup ruined, hair destroyed, and the sounds ripped out of him every time Rafe pushed into his mouth—utter craving at its most basic.
Before he knew it, Rafe was coming hard down the back of Hop’s throat, never losing that gaze. His entire body jerked as waves and waves of fire pushed him under. It felt like he hadn’t come in decades, and the eddy of relief that followed was almost as good as the orgasm itself.
Afterward, still spinning and lightheaded, he watched Hop lick him clean, nuzzling his spent cock as if it were a prize.
“Thank you,” Hop whispered before resting his head on Rafe’s thigh.
Drained from such a mighty high, Rafe simply brushed Hop’s hair off his face.
“That’s a good pet.”
Chapter Eighteen
Hop’s knees ached. His cock throbbed. His ass burned. His jaw hurt.
But damn it, he was happy.
He’d be content to stay right where he was until Rafe told him to go. Fuck the pain, it was worth it. Because
Rafe combed Hop’s hair with gentle fingers, like he couldn’t not, like petting him was as necessary as spanking him, soothing him.
Owning him.
“Hush,” Rafe said when Hop sniffed. The rumble of his voice rolled through Hop everywhere they touched. Hop rubbed his face into the seam of Rafe’s pant leg, wanting to bury himself in Rafe’s scent. To get it everywhere, so deep it couldn’t be washed away.
But he knew that was impossible. He knew this was just a tryst, something wonderful but fleeting. Perfect because it was temporary. Still, he wanted. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting even if it was foolish.
“How did you know?” he asked, his voice hoarse from having Rafe’s cock jammed down his throat. It had been in the back of his mind, this question. How had Rafe guessed?
“I have a sixth sense.”
Thank God, he hadn’t asked what Hop meant. It’d be hard to explain after everything they’d just done, after everything he’d allowed. He was too raw.
Somehow, Rafe knew that, like he’d known everything else.
Rafe continued to caress him in that soothing way. “I’m surprised it took me this long to recognize it in you.” There were undercurrents of regret in his tone.
“It wouldn’t have changed anything.”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
Nothing could have changed their past. They’d both been young and stuck in a loop of action and reaction that hadn’t even been their fault.
Hop wanted to ask why Rafe had never told him he was gay. All that time, he’d felt isolated because of his sexuality and Rafe had been there. If he’d known...
No, hadn’t he just said that nothing would have changed? Besides, there’d been no reason for Rafe to confide back then. They’d never been friends.
Still weren’t.
Now they were something else, something indefinable.
Rafe pressed a finger between his brows. “Stop thinking so hard.”
Hop flicked his gaze up and noted the sweat pebbled around Rafe’s hairline and the muscles in his face and neck that were loose and relaxed. Pride swelled.
“Yes, sir,” Hop said, just to watch Rafe’s eyes heat. Damn, but that approval did such delicious things to him. He pressed his thighs together and clenched his asshole as lust pooled in all the places he wasn’t allowed to touch.
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