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I stumble, catching myself against him, my hands landing on his chest. He’s solid, all hard muscle, and the heat of him sends a jolt through me.
“You don’t listen, do you, Spike?” Kash asks, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes locked on mine. “I gave you rules for a reason.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not big on rules,” I shoot back, my voice teasing, but my body’s betraying me, reacting to his closeness, his scent—leather, smoke, and something darker. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bike.”
“It’s not just a bike,” Kash snaps, his voice low and intense. “It’s mine. And you don’t touch what’s mine without permission. You hear me?”
I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze head-on.
“Maybe I like touching what’s yours,” I say, my voice dropping, a challenge. His eyes darken, and I can see the war in them—anger, want, control slipping. I’m playing with fire, and I love it. “And maybe I don’t give a rat’s ass about your silly rules either!”
“You’re asking for trouble,” Kash says, his hand still on my arm, his thumb brushing my skin, sending sparks through me. “You keep this up, you’re gonna learn what happens when you cross me.”
“Then teach me,” I say, stepping closer, our bodies almost touching. “Show me what happens when I break your rules.”
Kash’s jaw tightens, and for a second, I think he’s gonna kiss me again, pin me against the bike and make good on that promise in his eyes.
But instead, he pulls me toward the cabin, his grip firm, guiding me inside. The door slams behind us, and he spins me around, backing me against the wall. The air’s thick with tension, his body so close I can feel his heat.
“You want to play games, boy?” he asks, his voice a low growl, that wordboyhitting me like a spark. “Fine. But you’re gonna learn to follow my rules, one way or another.”
My heart’s pounding, my body alive with anticipation.
I know I’ve pushed him too far, and I’m about to find out what that means.
“Go ahead,” I say, my voice steady despite the thrill coursing through me. “Do your worst.”
Kash’s eyes narrow, and he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
“Oh, I will,” he says, and I can hear the promise in his voice, stern and commanding. “You broke my rules, Spike. Now you’re gonna face the consequences.”
“Whatever!” I declare, my knees silently knocking with nerves as I realize this is really happening.
I don’t know what Kash is going to do. But I know that he’s going to do it no matter what.
“Unbuckle your shorts and shake them down to your ankles,” Kash growls. “Then waddle over toward the couch. And while you’re doing that, you can give me your safeword. I’m spanking that disobedient ass of yours until I’m convinced that you’ve learned your damn lesson.”
“My safeword isr-r-r-r-r-r-r-robin,” I stammer, my fingers and thumbs fumbling as I undo my belt and allow my jean shorts to fall down toward my ankles. “I… I… I guess it’s too late to give me a do-over on the rules, right?”
“You’re right. It’s way too late,” Kash says, watching me with pure menace in his eyes as I stumble and waddle over toward the couch, my briefs riding up my ass cheeks more than I’d like.
“Now get over my lap you naughty boy,” Kash roars, taking me by the arm and tossing me across his lap in one movement as he sits down on the couch. “These briefs will need to come down too.”
I gasp as Kash roughly yanks my briefs down.
But more than anything else, I’m suddenly very conscious that my arousal will be all too obvious to Kash as my hard cock thumps up against his legs.
“And don’t you dare make a mess on my trousers, you horny little skater boy,” Kash warns, duly reaching underneath and shifting my rock-hard cock between his legs and locking it in a downward pointing position. “I know how excited a good, hard spanking can make the real naughty boys. But trust me, this is about discipline, not getting your rocks off.”
“B-b-b-b-b-but! It’s not how it looks!” I plead, my cheeks flushing bright red as I realize that nothing I can say will change anything now. “P-p-p-please!”
“Save it,” Kash says, his large hand caressing my exposed ass cheeks and his legs squeezing my cock just a little bit tighter. “You’ve got your safeword. You can use it at any time. But right now, I’ve got a job to do.”
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
