Page 3 of Disciplinary Action
Cal’s mouth was a desert at Gideon’s words. His hands shook as he undid the buttons of his shirt, unable to tear his eyes from Gideon who unbuckled his own belt, pulling it free and wrapping it around his hand.
Cal removed his clothes with no finesse, letting each piece fall until he was naked and trembling before Gideon, fighting the urge to hide his obvious arousal. Cal had never felt so…vulnerable.
“You’re beautiful,” Gideon stated almost as if he could feel Cal’s trepidation. “Turn around for me.”
Cal did as Gideon asked, grateful the man couldn’t see him blush at the compliment. Cal knew he wasn’t ugly—though he was small, he was fit from years of sports. Nothing like Gideon’s toned, fit build though. If anything, Cal might seem too skinny, too small, almost feminine in the right light.
“Perfect,” Gideon muttered under his breath before closing the space between them, his fingers trailing over the tattoo on Cal’s shoulder. A small sparrow. “It suits you, this…little bird.”
Did it? He sucked in a startled breath when lips scraped against his shoulder, his hands flailing at his sides before reaching behind him, gripping the man’s pants more to anchor himself than to bring him closer.
Gideon caught Cal’s hands in his. “No touching unless I give you permission. Understand? You get only what I give you.”
Goosebumps erupted over his skin. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Pleasure bloomed behind his ribcage, but nerves took its place as the leather belt grazed his skin. Cal had never been spanked, not with a hand or a belt, not even as a child. Somebody would have had to care enough to discipline him, and that was the one luxury Cal had never had.
He dragged the leather strap along Cal’s thigh. “You belong to me tonight. You’re mine. Just mine. Say it.”
Cal closed his eyes. “I’m just yours, Daddy.”
He gasped as Gideon’s hand came to rest low on his belly, the older man’s nose pressing behind Cal’s ear. “Open your eyes and look at me.” Cal forced his eyes open, meeting Gideon’s gaze in the mirror, heart racing at the obscene portrait they made. “Now, say it again.”
“I’m yours, Daddy,” he repeated. “Just yours.”
Gideon pulled him back against him.
“I’m going to spank you. Do you understand?”
He shivered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Does the thought of being helpless scare you, little bird?” he murmured against Cal’s ear, biting down on his earlobe.
Cal’s nipples hardened, his cock twitching. If it did, he was definitely experiencing an inappropriate fear response. “A little bit, Daddy,” he acknowledged.
“Yellow or red and we stop immediately. If you don’t say it, I won’t stop. I’m going to spank you until you cry, and then I’m going to fuck you as many times as I like, however I like. If you’re good for me, if you behave, I’ll let you come too. Do you understand?”
Jesus.Cal swallowed hard. “Yes,” he whispered before remembering himself. “Yes, Daddy.”
There was a low growl from behind his ear. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”
There was no missing his erection, pressed against the small of Cal’s back. He was huge, just as Bastian said. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Does that excite you?”
It did. It excited him and scared him in equal measure. He’d only bottomed twice and never with anybody so big. With all of Bastian’s warnings, Cal’s situation only now seemed real.“I’m going to fuck you.”That’s what he’d said. At some point, Gideon would be inside him, using him, maybe more than once. It was only when he’d dared to meet Gideon’s gaze that Cal remembered Gideon waited for an answer. He gave a stilted nod, not trusting himself to speak. He cried out as the leather strap of Gideon’s belt cracked across his ass.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer me out loud. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he managed between gritted teeth, his skin on fire.
Maybe Bastian was right. Maybe this wasn’t for him. His body couldn’t seem to decide how to behave. All he had to do was say the word, one word, and he could walk, money in hand. But try as he might, he couldn’t force the word past his lips.
Every muscle was tensed, every nerve ending at attention. Adrenaline fired warning signals to his brain to flee, but his cock was hard, and he practically vibrated with his desire to give Gideon what he wanted.
He jumped as Gideon’s belt clattered to the floor and his hand rubbed Cal’s smarting bottom. “I only do this so you’ll learn, little one. I can teach you. I can teach you to be good for me. So good. Will you let me teach you, sweet boy?”
