Page 41 of Hot for Teacher
Chase hadn’t realized how good it would feel to cry. How freeing, how emptying.
But eventually his sobs subsided and he was only being held, his face tucked into Killian’s neck.
“Did it hurt that badly?” Killian asked softly, rubbing at Chase’s back.
“No,” Chase told him. His voice was thick from all the waterworks. “It felt good. Really, really good.”
It had. Chase hadn’t been expecting it, the way the sharp stinging slaps on his bare ass had made his cock fill. Hadn’t expected the hungry way Killian had groped him, like he was getting just as much pleasure out of Chase’s punishment as he did out of fucking him. Hadn’t expected the intense, almost painful sense of release as the punishment had ended. Hadn’t expected how his mind had gone hazy and his body had gone hot and the tears had escaped as easy as breathing.
“You have a lot of pain hiding in there, don’t you, sweet boy?”
Chase let out a stuttered breath. He didn’t talk about that. Not ever. He knew how privileged he was. How lucky. No one needed his whining.
But just for this moment, Chase was spent and empty in a way that made it easy to admit, “Yeah. Maybe more than I thought.”
Killian stroked a firm hand down Chase’s spine. “Thank you for giving it to me. Your pain.”
It was such a nice fucking thing to say that Chase couldn’t come up with a response. He could feel Killian’s hard length underneath his ass, and even though Chase was tear-streaked and snotty, he couldn’t help shifting against it.
“Did the crying ruin the mood?” he asked, and he was too worn out to be embarrassed by how desperate the question came out.
Killian barked a sharp laugh. “If you think a few tears are going to stop me from stuffing you full of my cum, then you’re not the bright student I thought you were.”
Well.
That answered that.
It was a good thing too. Maybe it was weird to want sex after the kind of catharsis Chase had just experienced, but he did. Chase craved the comfort of it, the familiar ecstasy of Killianmanipulating his body and dictating his actions. Craved that empty-headed space where there was no thought, only easy obedience and the pleasure that came with it.
There was a tug on Chase’s hair, and he lifted his head to meet Killian’s blue eyes, dark with arousal. “You’re going to come again with my cock in you, baby boy,” Killian warned, rough and low.
“You think?” Chase asked dumbly.
“I do.” Killian pushed him gently off his lap. “I want you kneeling with your hands on the headboard. I want to see my handiwork while I fuck you.”
Chase stayed where he was for a second, craning his neck as he looked backward and tried to get a peek at his own ass. “Can I …?”
Killian understood the unspoken question. He always seemed to. “Mirror or photo?”
Chase didn’t let himself think too hard about his answer. “Photo.”
Killian nodded his head at the headboard. “Into position.”
Chase scrambled to the head of the bed, kneeling there while he gripped the top of the headboard. He heard the telltale sound of someone taking a picture with their phone. His belly swooped. He was going to have evidence now. Evidence of what Killian had done to him. Something to look at when they were apart and Chase got antsy for his alpha’s touch.
The bed dipped as Killian climbed back on. And then strong hands were on Chase’s ass, groping without a bit of delicacy. Chase gasped.
“Sore?” Killian asked gruffly from behind him.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“Mm.”
Killian kept right on groping, the pleasure-pain of it sending hot licks of fire from Chase’s tender skin straight to his dick. Killian started kissing at Chase’s shoulders, his mouth as hot as histouch. And then a lubed finger was pressing at Chase’s hole, and Chase leaned into the headboard, pushing his ass out in a way that was probably much too eager.
Damn it. Chase was impatient for it—that hot press of Killian’s dick inside him. He should have prepped while he’d waited. He hadn’t thought of it, too turned around and in his own head from the twists and turns of the night.
“This would be easier if I was an omega, wouldn’t it?”
