Page 47 of Chance's Choice
However, I have no intention of stopping now, so I shake off those thoughts and make sure Kade’s situated comfortably and safely.
“Standard safe words,” I remind him softly before rubbing the creamy, pale skin of his perfect ass to warm him up and get the blood going. His cock twitches against me.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, you’re going to get five smacks for disobeying Daddy and being naughty,” I inform him, and I wonder if the strangled sound he makes at the back of his throat is disappointment or excitement. “I want you to count them. Then, once it’s done, that’s it. You’re not in trouble anymore.”
Even though we both know his bratty behavior was a setup just for this purpose, I don’t need his guilt complex kicking in after the fact. This is for pure enjoyment. For both of us. It’s also why I’ve gone for a set number of spanks. I don’t want his ass to be too sore, after all.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I indulge in a little more rubbing of his rounded cheeks for my own pleasure before landing the first stinging slap to the fleshy center of his left cheek with an upwards motion. He jolts forward in my lap, stifling a gasp.
“One,” he breathes out belatedly, remembering that I asked him to count.
“Good boy,” I murmur, low and soothing. Then I land a matching blow on his perfect right cheek.
“T-two.”
I gaze down at my handiwork so far, smirking at the pretty pink flush to the previously pale skin. In my pants, my own cock strains for attention, and I ignore it in preference of giving my boy what he needs.
I deliver another smack to his right cheek, just where his ass curves over and leads towards his thighs. Kade’s fingers curl tightly into the fabric encasing my left leg.
“Three!”
His voice is tight. Needy. I love it.
On “Four,” he jerks forward again, then follows the movement with a couple of short thrusts against my thigh.
“Uh-uh,” I still him with my palm outstretched over his lower back, “what’s the rule about grown up touches?”
“D-daddy says when it…when it’s allowed…” Kade is practically vibrating out of his skin, sounding so wrecked despite me barely touching him. I can feel my own precum seeping into my underwear and I know that, once I land this final swat, neither one of us will last long.
“That’s right,” I say, drawing the tension out. He whimpers, trying so hard to stay still, to not rock his leaking, aching cock against me. I wait a bit longer because I can’t help being a little bit evil. “Good boy.” I lift my hand again.
He braces himself for the fifth swat, but when I bring my hand back down it’s to gently stroke down his spine.
This time he’s unable to keep still. “Daddy,” he whines, jerking his hips forward again, even as he still clutches at the leg of my pants, his fingers twined tightly into the fabric.
“Kaden,” I bring out the big guns, my Daddy voice low with caution. I take my hand away entirely and it sounds like he bites back a delirious sob.
It’s clearly an effort for him to hold himself still again, but I make no move to continue until he’s doing just that, even if he is quivering with anticipation now.
This time, I don’t say anything or give any indication that the final spank is coming. My palm lands on the pretty pink flesh in the meaty middle of his butt, catching both cheeks with the motion, and he cries out, “Oh! Fu-five!” and jolts forward again, grinding his dick into my thigh, surprising us both when he comes.
As the warm wetness of his cum seeps into the material at my thigh, his hips moving involuntarily with each spurt, I can’t help but chuckle. “Holy shit,” I muse, stroking his back through the aftershocks of his release, “you really did need that, huh?”
Kade mumbles something unintelligible against the outside of my left thigh, where he’s pressed his face tightly. I give him time to come down from the high, petting the smooth plains of his back from the nape of his neck to the top of his ass. When he finally sits up beside me, I ignore the smeared mess over his crotch and my pants, noticing that his cheeks are bright pink.
“Sorry,” he says, averting his gaze. I grab his wrist when he attempts to escape and I pull him in for a cuddle, even though I’m aching to come myself.
“What for?”
“I broke the rules.”
I blink. “What-”
“I wasn’t s’posed to come,” he mumbles, a hint of his previous petulance returning with his embarrassment.
