Page 40 of A Case of You

Brandon sighed melodramatically. “IsupposeI’ll have to make that sacrifice, won’t I?”

Stuart let out a giggle, and it was the first sign of true levity he’d seen in his guy in over a week.

Damn good thing to see.

“Sir, it’s almost addictive, because the larger plugs are always…there. You’ll feel horny all of the time because of the places they hit inside you.”

He sucked on Stuart’s lower lip. “Then I guess my boys better keep their asses lubed and prepped for Sir to bend them over and fuck them at will, hadn’t they?”

The soft whine that escaped him almost sounded like the approach of subspace. “Yes, Sir.”

Brandon wrapped his arms around Stuart, sliding his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. There, he cupped his hands, holding Stuart’s ass.

“When we get back to the room tonight after dinner, we’re going to take a long, hot shower. Then we’re going to go to bed, and I’m going to make love to you nice and slow and wear you out.”

Brandon feathered his lips across Stuart’s forehead. “Tomorrow night, after the wedding rehearsal and dinner, we’re going to come back here, and I’m going to give my boy a long, hard spanking, and then fuck your brains out.”

Stuart whined.

Yep,definitelysubspace.

Brandon climbed off him after one final kiss. “Luggage, baby. Take care of it.”

“Yes, Sir.” His eyes bore the telltale glazed look Brandon loved to see.

Brandon took his work cell into the bathroom with him to multitask and skimmed through his e-mails to see if there was anything he needed to take care of. Once he’d finished, he returned to the room to find Stuart had done as asked.

And was waiting, kneeling, on the floor by the bed.

“Good boy.” Brandon put down his phone and walked over to him, leaning over so he could ruffle Stuart’s hair. “Such a good boy for me.” Stuart didn’t get a lot of “slave” time in at home with Grace and Emma always around. Factoring in Brandon was hesitant to have Stuart doing a lot of kneeling and stuff when Jeff couldn’t, because Jeff would want to try, or feel bad he couldn’t do it, too.

This weekend, at least, when they were alone, Stuart could be the good boy he longed to be.

Brandon had an idea.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here. Stand up.”

Stuart did.

Brandon smiled as he reached out, unfastened Stuart’s belt and jeans, and tugged on them. “Just pull them and your briefs down.”

An adorable furrow creased his brow, but he did it.

Brandon patted his lap. “Assume the position.”

Stuart nearly knocked Brandon over in his eagerness to climb onto his lap. But once he was there, head to the left since Brandon was right-handed, Brandon held a fistful of his hair tightly in his left, stroking his ass with his right.

Then he gave him a fast, hard, and short spanking, one enough to redden both cheeks and tense his entire body across Brandon’s lap, but not nearly enough to satisfy Stuart.

He squeezed his left ass cheek, then the right. And, like that, he patted his ass and helped him stand.

Stuart wobbled a little but remained vertical.

Barely.

Brandon smiled. “Better?”

He sank to his knees in front of him, tucking his head in Brandon’s lap. “Thank you for coming with me, Master.”