Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“I’ve been tested recently. Have you?” Grey asked.
Mack liked he didn’t beat around the bush. If they couldn’t talk about this, how could they have a relationship? “Right after I moved out. I was clean.”
“You are very smart, Mackie. I’m glad you’ve taken care of yourself. That makes this so much easier.”
“What’s this?” Mack whispered.
“I’m going to turn you around and fuck the hell out of you. Hard and fast. Then, I’m going to baby you like the Little boy you’ve always wanted to be.”
Mack stared at him, his mind wheeling with the images in his mind. “Please.”
Grey’s mouth descended slowly. His eyes held Mack’s until the last second, when Mack had to escape behind his eyelids. That kiss made Mack hold on to Grey for stability. It was so demanding—so beguiling.
When Grey lifted his mouth, he stepped back to rip off his form-fitting T-shirt. The bulge of the muscles of his arms as he pulled it over his head made Mack flex in reaction. He wanted Grey to be as attracted to him as well. Mack devoured the sight of his bare upper body. Biting his lower lip to keep from making sounds, Mack held his breath as Grey drew the stretchy waistband of his shorts over his bulging erection and pushed them down his thick thighs, stepping out of them when they hit the carpet.
“Damn!” popped out of his mouth.
“Language, Mackie. You’ve been warned about this before. I think it’s time I showed you that Little boys who swear earn a red bottom.”
“I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”
“Spankings are always on your bare bottom. Let’s get this big boy underwear off.”
Grey stepped forward and quickly divested Mack of his underwear as he stood there, trying to keep up with everything that was going on. This seemed like a dream. A fantasy coming true.
He watched the older man scan his body. His hand reached forward and gripped Mack’s jutting cock. He paused for just a split second before squeezing it firmly.
“Nobody touches this cock but me, Mackie. No playing. Only Daddy gets to make you feel good.”
“I can’t…” Mack’s voice faded away as he understood Grey was going to control his pleasure. That dominance was so hot.
“No playing,” Grey repeated.
This time, Mack nodded.
“Good boy. I want you to walk to lean over that table. Put your chest on the wood.”
It seemed like a mile, but Mack covered the distance in three seconds. He looked back at Grey for confirmation that this was what he wanted. He saw Grey open the nightstand and remove a small tub before walking toward him. When it dawned on him that it was lubricant, Mack leaned over the table in a flash, inviting whatever Grey had in mind for him. Whatever Daddy has in mind for me. He looked over his shoulder to watch the magnificent man walk toward him.
The clatter of the lubricant jar landing on the table drew his attention away for a split second. Grey adjusted Mack’s body further onto the table until only his shaft thrust freely with his torso fully supported. Grey rounded the table and pulled Mack’s arms up toward the far side.
“What’s that?” Mack whispered as Grey drew a set of restraints from underneath the edge his fingers now dangled over.
“These will keep you from reaching back while I spank you.” Grey fastened them snugly. “You can free yourself with a flick of your wrists. Try it.”
Mack followed his gesture and felt the material release him. Grey quickly refastened the padded cuff. The apprehension inside him at being bound evaporated.
“Play stops if you pull yourself out of the cuffs,” Grey told him.
“I won’t…”
“You will if you need to.”
Mack nodded. His feelings toward this man grew by leaps and bounds. How did he know Mack’s inner turbulence in letting go?
Grey ran a hand over his own cock. He pulled roughly from root to tip as he looked over the picture of Mack on the table. He lifted that hand to brush the back of his fingers across Mack’s cheek, lightly drawing a path from his face over his shoulders and back to his butt. Grey rubbed his hand over Mack’s firm ass.
“You’re going to look so handsome with a red bottom. I can’t wait to see your skin blushing.” He squeezed one buttock hard, making Mack gasp.
Before Mack could protest, Grey lifted one hand and slapped it down hard on Mack’s exposed bottom. The sting was more than he’d ever expected. Mack tried to stand up, but Grey held him tethered to the table with one hand on the small of his back. A second followed quickly. And a third.
Heat built on his skin. Mack tightened his hands into fists, refusing to make any noise. Grey quickly foiled any attempt to stand up or move. The swats blurred together as tears gathered in his eyes. Mack blinked them away, unwilling to show feelings.