Page 115 of Blade

“Yes, Sir.” I managed to keep my excitement out of my voice, but there was no way to hide my physical reactions from him.

The sparkle in his eyes said he knew how much I wanted the scene even if he was trying to keep a stern expression. “That’s better.”

That just made my knees weak and he knew it.

He could see it too because I had to work at walking slow and not looking like a desperate drunk. But he was patient as I headed into the trailer and watched as I slowly put the gun on a shelf by the bed and the marbles in a small jar I’d hung up by the couch.

Something about the quiet way he watched and slowly nodded as I silently showed him where I’d put everything settled some of the excitement running amok in my head. It was almost quiet as he studied the shotgun now over the door and the bracelet looking innocent on a peg by the sink.

I’d spread everything out as evenly as I could to make sure something was always in reach and just seeing we were as safe as I could make us made it easier to let the rest of the world go.

We had protection.

We were in the middle of nowhere.

My mate had checked every inch of the area and nothing had looked concerning to him.

“Good boy.” Master slowly nodded as I stood by the bed, waiting for him to give me another order. He was stretched out on the small couch, trying to look relaxed and lazy, but I could feel the energy building inside him. “Now your clothes.”

My hands were shaking as I pulled off my T-shirt, but I couldn’t have said why. Master just watched every piece come off, studying me and making my head foggy. He stayed perfectly silent until I was naked, standing there again for him. “Much better.”

The way his eyes scanned down my body had my brain flickering on and off like a broken light bulb. My dick was the only thing fully working and that was because his job was easy and he was an attention whore.

“Turn around slowly.” Master’s voice went deeper, somehow making his drawl even more sexy. “Yes, those cheeks need a bit of color to help you remember your manners.”

God.

Flashing hot and cold only made my dick harder and the rest of me more confused, but I managed the slow turn, showing off the cheeks he was going to spank.

I must’ve done it right because he rose off the couch as soon as I’d finished my circle. Master filled the room like he was twice the size he usually felt and it made me helpless in the best possible way. There was no fear…no problems we had to handle…no one coming for us…my Master was in charge.

“You’re going to be my good boy by the time I’m done with you.” Master turned me to face the bed and kissed the back of my neck as he stroked his hand over one cheek. “Sweet and eager to please.”

I couldn’t help whimpering and it got a low chuckle from him that just made me stupid.

It turned off the last brain cells that’d been working overtime to function, and I was left hard and floaty and generally just feeling like I didn’t have a thought in my head.

It was wonderful.

My whole body sparked as he patted the cheek he’d been petting. “On the bed, naughty boy.”

Spaghetti legs were not good for walking, so I was grateful for the small trailer as I stepped over to the mattress. Master made a quiet, pleased hum and I could feel him moving closer. “Good boy. Arch up. Yes. That’s a very nice view.”

I wasn’t sure how I managed to blush when all the blood in my body was in my dick, but somehow my face made a valiant attempt at it as I crawled into the middle of the mattress. There was nothing I could say to that even if I’d been able to talk, so I tried to stay quiet.

I wasn’t very good at that.

Somehow I ended up whining again and my hand was an utter asshole and tried to grab my cock. Master cleared his throat as one eyebrow went up, but the damage was done. “You haven’t learned your lesson.”

I.

It.

I.

Master climbed on the bed as he shook his head. “I know how we’ll correct this.”

A spanking.