Page 40 of Hot for Teacher
“Ungh.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Two, Alpha.”
“Good boy,” Killian praised, and he was rewarded with the sight of a full-body shiver taking over all those muscles.
Killian spread them out after that, keeping his strokes unpredictable. It was partly by intention—a way to increase the anticipation for his sweet boy—and partly because he quickly became obsessed with patting and squeezing at the reddened flesh in between each hit. Obsessed with the way Chase whimpered and wiggled to avoid his touch, only to grind his erection against Killian’s lap in his efforts to get away.
Between a rock and a hard place, the poor thing.
After the fifth, Killian began to dip his hands between Chase’s legs, stroking at his taint, caressing whatever tender skin he couldreach. Chase’s squirming quickly became a determined rocking against him.
By the eighth swat, Chase’s skin was bright pink. Killian gave him the last two spanks in quick succession, putting more strength in them than the others. Chase’s back arched as he cried out, “Nine! Ten! Oh god!”
His voice was thick, and he’d started sniffling some time ago, tearful even as he desperately tried to get friction against his hard cock.
“All done, sweet boy,” Killian praised. “And you took it so well. Now what do you say?”
“G-Green.”
Killian grinned. It was possible he hadn’t stopped grinning since Chase had climbed onto the bed and presented his ass for punishment. “Not that, sweet boy.”
It had become a kind of addiction, these moments in time where Chase tried to figure out what was expected of him. He almost always got it right. His intuition was remarkable.
“Th-Thank you, Alpha,” Chase said after another moment, and his voice was thick and more than a little dazed. “Thank you for—for my punishment.”
“Mm, there it is.” Killian was lightly petting at Chase’s reddened skin now, resisting the mildly disturbing urge to lean down and bite Chase’s ass. Hard. “You may come now, if you can manage it like this.”
Despite the continued sniffing, Chase immediately began to hump against Killian with new desperation. It was a kind of torture for Killian, hard and aching as he was, but he’d be fucking Chase full of his cum soon enough. It wouldn’t kill him to practice a little self-restraint.
Probably.
Killian slipped his fingers into the shadowed furrow of Chase’s ass, petting at his hole, and Chase came with a shudder and adrawn-out moan, his cum spurting half on Killian’s thigh and half on his bedspread.
And then Chase was scrambling up to straddle Killian’s lap, his arms tight around Killian’s neck, his body racked with forceful sobs.
Killian wrapped his arms around Chase’s back, holding him just as tightly in return.
He’d already known there was pain in Chase Adler, something deep and raw and possibly unexamined. The few comments Chase had made over their time together pointed in the direction of his family. And weren’t familial wounds almost always the case?
Maybe it was a good thing Chase had acted out tonight. A bit of catharsis never hurt. Chase didn’t seem the type to engage in it often enough.
And here he had Killian to tend his wounds afterward.
“There we go,” Killian soothed, rubbing his palms up and down Chase’s trembling muscles. “Let it out, baby boy. Let it all out.”
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Chase
Chase couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried.
Well, he could. It was sometime around the last time Killian had fucked his face. But he couldn’t remember the last time he’d really let go and sobbed it out. Crying wasn’t exactly something the Adler household approved of, and Chase had gotten used to the lack.
But it was easy right now, with Killian holding him so tightly. Like a dam had broken somewhere inside Chase, broken apart bit by bit with each slap of Killian’s palm against Chase’s ass.
Was that a thing? It must have been, because Killian didn’t exactly seem surprised by this turn of events.
