Page 26 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

“What’s so funny?” Rafael demanded, clearly irritated by Summer’s amusement.

“Nothing,” Summer replied, still smirking. “I’m just smiling at you.”

Rafael seemed disconcerted by this reaction, but he didn’t say anything more. As they continued watching TV, Summer couldn’t shake the floaty, strange satisfaction that lingered after the spanking. It was as if he was being pulled toward submission, drawn in by some invisible force he couldn’t quite understand.

After a while, Summer felt compelled to move from his seat on the sofa. He slid down onto his knees on the floor, looking up at Rafael with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. He didn’t know why he was doing it, but it felt like the right thing to do in that moment.

“What are you doing?” Rafael asked, his voice laced with suspicion.

“I...I don’t know,” Summer admitted, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I just...felt like I needed to be here.”

As he stared up at Rafael from the floor, Summer saw him in a new light. His dominance was on full display, his muscular frame taking up space on the couch, towering over Summer. There was something undeniably alluring about his presence, and Summer felt it quiver over him.

“¿Estás bien?” Rafael asked, his voice low, dark eyes raking over Summer’s body.

“Y-yeah,” Summer stammered, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He offered up another smile, this one shaky and tentative.

Rafael quirked an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as they met Summer’s. “You think I’m amusing?” he asked, a challenge in his voice.

“Maybe a little,” Summer replied, unable to hide the grin tugging at his lips. The atmosphere between them shifted, morphing into something charged and electric.

“Tell me, why are you kneeling on the floor?” Rafael asked, his eyes flicking over Summer’s body.

“I’m...trying to be good,” Summer admitted, feeling heat rise to his cheeks once more.

The room seemed to swell with tension, the air thickening as their gazes locked. Rafael leaned forward, his face shadowed with some emotion. “And what do you think being ‘good’ entails?”

Summer swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he dared to speak his thoughts aloud. “I think...if I’m being good, then maybe I should do something for you. To please you.”

“Is that right?” Rafael growled, his voice rough. “And what would you do to please me?”

Summer’s body thrummed, his arousal building to a nearly unbearable level as he considered the possibilities. As he stared up at Rafael, he knew what he wanted to do, even if he was terrified to say it out loud.

“Anything you want,” he whispered. “Whatever would make you happy.”

Rafael stared down at him, his expression dark and hungry, as if he was considering Summer’s offer with a predator’s intensity. The anticipation coiled tight in Summer’s stomach, leaving him breathless and desperate.

He hesitated for a moment, his heart thundering in his chest, and then he reached out to place his hand on Rafael’s thigh. The powerful muscle beneath his touch made him shiver with desire, and he imagined what it would be like to feel those strong legs straddling him . Keeping his eyes downcast to avoid Rafael’s intense gaze, Summer spoke softly, his voice wavering. “¿Qué puedo hacer...para satisfacerte, Rafael?” What can I do to please you?

His arousal surged through him, his breath hitching as he felt the heat of Rafael’s thigh beneath his palm. The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension, and Summer could hardly believe the words had left his lips.

He startled when Rafael’s hand landed on his head, gently stroking his hair, sending tingles over his scalp. Rafael’s voice was soft, almost tender, as he asked again, “What are you offering, bichito?”

The question sent a rush through Summer’s body, his skin prickling with anticipation. He could feel every point where their bodies touched, the contact igniting a fire in him that he struggled to control.

Slowly, Summer lifted his gaze to meet Rafael’s eyes, finding them darkened and lusty. A wave of exhilaration washed over him at the realization that Rafael desired him—or at least, desired some form of sexual service from him. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing that this dangerous, hardened man whom he’d longed for all these years might actually want him back.

The tension in the apartment seemed to swell, thickening the air between them as Summer tried to put his thoughts into words. His body thrummed with need, his pulse racing at the thought of submitting to Rafael’s desires.

As the light of the setting sun spilled through the windows, bathing Rafael’s handsome face in a warm glow, Summer knew he had to offer himself completely. Steeling his resolve, he spoke in a hushed, reverent tone. “I want to serve you, Rafael. I want to make you feel good.”

Rafael’s eyes bore into him, the intensity of his gaze making Summer feel exposed. But there was an undeniable enjoyment in that vulnerability—a dizzying mix of fear and desire that fizzed inside him.

“Is that what you truly want?” Rafael asked, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” Summer whispered, his voice trembling with need. “More than anything.”

With a tentative, almost trembling motion, he slowly slid his hand up from Rafael’s thigh to lay over the bulge in Rafael’s jeans. The pressure of his hardness beneath the rough denim sent a zing through Summer’s body, heart pounding as he considered what he was about to do. He could feel the heat emanating from Rafael’s arousal, and it ignited his own desire even more.

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