Page 11 of Raze
He’s lying, and we both know it.
I step closer, looming over him, my hands braced on the table.
“Wrong answer,” I say, my tone hard but calm. “You’re holding out on me, Nico. And I don’t like liars.”
“If you’re gonna kill me, just do it,asshole,” Nico spits.
He’s calling my bluff. But the only problem is that Nico doesn’t know what game I’m playing…
His breath hitches, and I feel that heat again, the one that’s got nothing to do with the club or the job.
I lean in, close enough to smell the leather of his jacket, the faint sweat on his skin.
“Here’s how this is gonna go,” I say, a look of pure menace in my eyes. “You don’t want to talk. I don’t want to kill you. So… I’m gonna spank a confession out of you.”
“What?” Nico asks, a look of genuine puzzlement on his face. “Yeah, right. A spanking. Sure. That’s gonna work.”
For all his protestations, I can see that I’m in Nico’s head now.
The boy has shown me his hand, all of it. He’s scared, excited, and angry all in one perfect storm. I’ll have the answers I need in no time…
“Safeword,” I growl, cutting Nico’s ties and roughly yanking him around toward the table and bending his body over the edge onto the hard, flat metal tabletop.
“Bullshit!” Nico shouts. “You can’t be serious. I don’t need a damn safeword.”
“Well if you don’t need one, then you’ll have no problem telling me what it is,” I bark as I pull Nico’s t-shirt up and hook it over his head, an added humiliation that will put the boy firmly in his place.
“Zelda,” Nico replies, evidently embarrassed but conceding the point over the safeword. “My safeword is Zelda.”
“Like the videogame,” I laugh. “Cute. There’s a couple of boys out there in the clubhouse who like all that shit. But, hey, you’re in here with me right now. And now we’ve got that safeword established, I think it’s time we got on with business…”
I unbuckle the boy’s belt and yank his jeans down. To my surprise, a small pistol flops onto the floor. I curse myself for not having checked right way, and make a mental note to add an extra sharp spank to make the boy pay too…
“Okay, we’re going to begin with ten spanks,” I growl. “After each one, you talk. If we hit ten and I think there’s more to be said, then we’ll keep going until I’m satisfied. If I was you, I’d try to wrap things up by ten…”
“Urgh. Just get on with it,” Nico says, gasping as I remove his baby-blue boxer briefs to reveal the rounded, peachiest ass I’ve seen in all my life. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer!”
“Very droll,” I deadpan. “I was merely sizing up these cheeks. And speaking of which…”
I crack the first spank down, the sound of my wide palm on Nico’s fleshy bottom echoing around the compact interrogation room. The boy immediately cries out in pain. And he talks too. Not much, but it’s a start…
Two…talk.
Three…talk.
Four…talk.
Nico’s ass cheeks are reddening nicely, and he’s providing me answers. If he’s lying, he’s doing one hell of a good job hiding it. But I know there’s more to come…
Five, six, seven, eight, nine… I’m getting the good stuff.
“And now, number ten,” I say, walking around to cast my eyes on each and every inch of Nico’s hot, red butt. “Tell me, boy, do you have anything more you want to tell your Daddy?”
“I… I… I…” Nico splutters, his legs attempting to cross, no doubt to try and hide the fact that his cock is harder than one of Kash’s steel pipes. “I won’t tell you a damn single other thing!”
“Well that’s just perfect,” I roar, taking aim and delivering a rapid-fire of spanks that come so quickly I don’t bother counting. “You’re a naughty boy who got caught out by the big boys. And now it’s time you learned your lesson once and for all!”
“Owwww!” Nico cries, his buttocks throbbing as I land spank after spank on his delectable cheeks. “Please, no more! Please, Daddy! I’m begging you! I’ll tell you everything I know. But please no morespankies!”
