Page 254 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

I fly over the edge after him. Red-hot heat tears at my insides as I unleash all over his back, desecrating the sanctity of his perfect flesh. My jizz splatters on his neck and soaks his hair, which makes my heart fill with pride.

I spin him around and crush my lips to his. "Look at that mess you made."

Daniel blushes as he kisses me. "I have a funny feeling this wasn't what the executives at the conference told you to do."

"What conference?" I let out a groan as I milk his shaft again, beating him off as we kiss.

"The one where they told you to spank your employees."

"Riiiiiight." I peck his lips, then cradle him in my arms. "That conference. Yeah, this probably crosses the line."

Daniel lets out an impish laugh. "Like I give a fuck. That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. Thank you."

I stare into his eyes longer than I anticipated. God, the desire to tell this boy my true feelings is overwhelming. I want to confess that I'm falling for him faster than the speed of light.

Chapter Five

Daniel

Six months later

I fight the blush in my cheeks as I stare at the oversized crowd. I'm wearing a Brooks Brothers suit and tie, exactly like Hilton.

We're at the annual leadership conference he attended where he first learned about spanking employees. As it turned out, it was actually a real conference—I couldn't believe it. When I learned that, I demanded that we go.

Now, we're here. Hilton and I are giving the keynote speech about the benefits of workplace discipline. The old me would've been terrified to discuss such a sensitive subject in public. I would've feared people laughing at me or mocking me behind my back.

With Hilton by my side, I don't give a fuck. I'm proud of what we've accomplished—the changes he's brought about in me. I'm not the shy, boring boy who couldn’t even discuss sports any longer. I'm proud of my relationship with Hilton and I'm eager to share what we have.

Hilton's firm palm rubs my lower back. "Five more minutes until we go on."

I swoon into his hand. "I'm ready."

As I count down the seconds, I can't help but think about the past six months. After we made love for the first time, Hilton moved me to a sales position where I excelled. I don't write code anymore—I hang out with prospective clients on pristine golf courses and go to big sports games.

Hilton swapped my leaky car out for a Mercedes E-Class which I adore. It's a convertible and it was a business expense, because I use it to impress prospects. No longer do I worry about my car breaking down on the side of the road. My Mercedes gets me where I want to go in record time, sometimes even early.

My relationship with Hilton is a dream come true. With my ex, I always worried that I'd cross the line in the bedroom. He was so vanilla and he never wanted to top me.

With Hilton, there is no line in our bedroom—our shared bedroom, because he moved me into his mansion. He spanks me, grinds into me, and gives me more orgasms than I can count.

The amount of cum that's escaped my nuts over the past six months is enough to give me unimaginable offspring. Too bad it's all vanished into our bedsheets, or sometimes into his mouth.

Last week, Hilton took me to a kink club. We met up with his stepbrother, who Hilton's had a thing with since both men were twenty-one. Hilton played with me and his stepbrother played with his boy in the same room, and then Hilton and his stepbrother sucked each other's cocks.

It was amazing watching my partner experience such a moment of beauty with the man he's been close to all his life. There was no shame, which is exactly how I wish to live my life. Only freedom. Passion. Love.

Love. That's the one thing we still haven't discussed. I've come close to blurting out my true feelings a handful of times, and I'm sure Hilton has, too. Still, every time we approach that edge, we back off.

I don’t think we're ashamed to admit we love each other, but we're waiting for the right time. The perfect time. The time where lights will shine and angels will blare trumpet music from heaven.

"Welcome Hilton and Daniel who put this program into action six months ago."

The crowd bursts into applause as the speaker welcomes us onstage. Hilton takes my hand in his as he leads the way.

"Are you ready, Danny?" That's his secret nickname for me. Danny. Don't ask me how it started, because I don't remember. All I know is that every time he says it, my insides turn warm and squishy, and I want to crawl into his arms.

"Yes." I stand firm with my man. "Let's tell them about us."

---