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“That was a threat,” I gasped out.

“Same thing.”

“Thio!” He brought his hand down again and again. I lost track of what number we were on fast, and I didn’t know if he knew or not. The pain was a wave of stark heat that ground my hips against the bed and drove me crazy.

He took a break from spanking me and my first impulse was to ask him to keep going. I bit the inside of my cheek as he slipped his hand around to my belt buckle. He worked to open my fly. I froze.

“Manny?” he whispered.

“Go ahead, if you want.” I nearly choked on the words. I’d been so ready for him, for this, but now that the moment had arrived, fear, and maybe some embarrassment, slipped through me. I’d thought, somewhere in the back of my mind, that we’d be starting in the same place experience wise, or at least I’d hoped. I wasn’t a stupid kid anymore, even if Thio wanted to pretend like I was, and I’d really wanted us to have something that would make us equal, but as usual he knew more than me. It was strange to be both grateful that one of us knew what we were doing, and infuriated about it, too.

“It’s okay,” he murmured in my ear and continued unbuckling me, and then unzipped my pants, but I couldn’t make myself loosen up.

He finally opened my pants and slipped them down my hips one-handed. I had to lift to help him, and soon my dick was pressed between my belly and the soft blankets. My ass felt extra-exposed.

“Oh, you’re all rosy and pretty,” he murmured, and the next smack landed on my bare ass. The sting rushed through me and the movement ground my dick against the blankets. I buried my face in the soft bedding and moaned.

Thio rolled me over. With my hands stuck under my back, my stomach was curved toward him and my dick waved in the air. I caught a glance at his face and shivered. He had the same type of wild glint in his eye he’d had this morning, and fear and need tangled up in my chest, even though I believed with all my heart he’d never hurt me. He wasn’t that much taller than me, but he had reach, and outweighed me by a lot in muscle, and with him using his body to cage me in, it seemed like he was massive.

“Manny,” he whispered and swallowed. Heat hit my face and I glanced away, but I couldn’t help myself and checked to see if he was still staring at me like I was something he wanted to eat.

“Yes?”

“Did you learn your lesson?” He ran one finger along the underside of my dick, and I struggled to arch into the touch, wanting to have his hand on me.

“What were you teaching me again?”

He shook his head at me and slid down along the bed a little so he had a good view of my dick. I didn’t like that he wasn’t naked with me—I wanted to see him naked way more than he could possibly want to see me—but I quickly forgot to be irritated when he wrapped his calloused hand around my shaft and lightly squeezed. The pressure and the sight of him holding me had me almost flying apart. I opened my mouth but couldn’t get any words out.

“The lesson was to be quiet. You haven’t learned that, I don’t think.”

Holding my breath, I bit my lip and watched his hand move on me. The strain in my body became a dense knot of needy tension at the base of my dick, and I could feel the pressure and heat of the moment tightening down on me.

“Oh, now you’ll be quiet?”

Flushing, I nodded fast, and he let out a little thinking hum.

I forced my eyes open so I could watch him. His arm flexed and his bicep muscle bulged, and his lips looked shiny and deep pink. His dark sweat-damp hair was everywhere. I didn’t know how he got so messed up, but he looked good, like he’d been outside in the wind. His tan was darker than usual, and I thought maybe that was because he was flushed, but couldn’t tell for sure. I wanted him, though, and I wanted him to keep going. The thrill of finally having someone else’s hand on me hit me like a fever, and I rocked my hips up as much as I could to try to get him to move faster, but he slowed down instead.

I whimpered and he pursed his lips. “That’s not quiet.”

“Thio,” I choked out.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he grumbled, and I almost died when he slid down the bed and bent forward.

Stunned, I watched him open his mouth. He sucked in the head of my dick and the explosion of wet heat on the most sensitive part of my body short-circuited every molecule of sense I possessed. I struggled against the shirt around my wrists and planted my heels on the bed. I’d meant to try to pull back out of the mind-bending heat because it was so good and so much that I might come right that second, but instead I pressed up, deeper into heaven.

Thio sucked and it felt like fiery silk had vacuum sealed itself around me. My thighs shook, and I froze as he slurped his way down and nuzzled his nose against my lower abdomen. Massaging pressure on my cockhead—him fucking swallowing around me—nearly killed me. Waves of tangled heat twisted up my groin, and then it was like a firework burst inside my stomach. My dick was spasming and the best feeling that had ever hit me in my life rolled over me. I shook and panted and struggled. Like the tickling, I wasn’t sure if the way this kept going on and on was good or bad, but I didn’t want it to stop.

Eventually the pulses slowed, and I lay there with my head spinning as the last one rippled through my stomach. Thio pulled off and I let out a sob.

“You taste better than dessert,” he whispered, his voice a luscious wreck. As aggressive as he’d been before, he crawled up my body like I might break, and his mouth was soft and careful on mine as he kissed me. His stubble jabbed my lips and they hurt a little, so he had probably been scraping my skin raw with his beard all along and I just hadn’t noticed until now. My heart hammered, and I strained because I wanted to hold Thio close.

“That was different,” he said against my mouth and then sat back. His neck and face were still flushed ruddy, and when I glanced down myself, past my spit-glossy, softening dick, he was still pushing proudly at his pants’ zipper. It was on the tip of my tongue to offer to suck him, but he got to his feet. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth and my eyelids were sinking closed. I startled and forced them open.

His smirk was back. “This is your real punishment.” He winked and grabbed the thick bulge poking at the front of his pants.

“I want to see you, too!”