Page 20 of Punished
He shifted his gaze when he saw Ren approaching him dressed in his school t-shirt and jeans. He hadn't fucked the boy since the night he'd let him suck his cock and knew his husband was probably on the verge of madness. Instead, they spent time talking, getting to know each other on a deeper level. For instance, he learned that his husband was a huge fan of Kdramas and anime and Ren discovered that Monty enjoyed smoking weed and watching anime as well.
It was time to advance to a new level of his training. He looked at the ornate box that also sat on the table, and smiled to himself. He’d been taking the training easy on Ren since his husband was new to the life as far as he could tell. He continued to read over his reports as Ren sat down.
“Hi, sir,” Ren said as he began to make himself comfortable.
“Did I give you permission to sit?” Monty asked, his eyes never leaving the screen of his tablet.
Ren pouted but rose. “I'm sorry, sir.”
“Kneel at my side,” Monty commanded.
“On the hard concrete?” Ren whined.
Monty looked up from his screen to his husband. “I don't like repeating myself.”
Ren's pout deepened, but he did as he was commanded and knelt, head bowed.
Monty reached across the table and brought Ren's plate closer to him. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Open your mouth.”
Ren's head shot up. “You're going to feed me like some dog?”
Monty smirked. “I see you stillhaven't accepted your place as my sub. Either you eat from my hand or not at all.”
“But I'm so hungry,” Ren whined, his shoulders slouching. “I mean, I kind of like the idea of you feeding me, but do I have to be kneeling?”
“You've earned yourself three punishments thus far. The more you protest, the more severe your punishment,” Monty warned.
Ren rolled his eyes.
“Four punishments.”
Ren sucked his teeth.
“Five punishments.”
Ren huffed. “I'm sorry,” he said, but without sincerity.
“Six punishments,” Monty counted off.
“No, no, no, please, please, I'm really sorry, sir,” Ren begged as he gripped Monty's knee and looked up at his husband with pleading eyes.
“Your breakfast is getting cold,” Monty said and he expected obedience.
Ren sighed but opened his mouth.
Monty broke off a piece of the bacon and fed it to him. Ren ate it and Monty smiled. “Good boy.”
Ren frowned and removed his hands from Monty's knee. Did he really want to be treated like this? He knew he wanted to be debased and dominated in bed, but shit, he had yet to feel his husband's cock inside his tight hole. They'd been married for a month and as far as he was concerned, they hadn't consummated their marriage. He wondered why Monty was being so damn stubborn. He'd woken up on more than one occasion to see that the Dom was hard in his sleep. Oh, how he wanted to climb on top and ride. If this dry spell continued, he might just have to take liberties.
“What areyou thinking?” Monty asked him as he continued to feed him.
Ren swallowed the egg and then answered. “Why you haven't fucked me yet, sir,” he said honestly.
Monty's expression didn't change, it remained unreadable. “I will use your body when I choose.”
