Page 102 of Courting the Dragon Prince

The force of Onyx’s blows caused Luther’s hips to rock forward and his cock to rub against Onyx’s trousers. He cried out as pleasure and pain swam through his veins. The sound of the slaps echoed in the room and mixed with Luther’s shouts.

And still, more blows landed on his stinging flesh.

In the back of his mind, he realised anyone walking past would hear them. But Luther didn’t care. He just wanted this to keep going forever and ever.

But finally, Onyx stopped. Luther’s ragged breathing filled the library.

“Do you think you’ve had enough?” Onyx’s hand caressed Luther’s smarting skin.

Luther bit his lip. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

“No answer? I guess you want me to decide, then.” Onyx squeezed his sore arse, and Luther keened. “I think you need more. I think I need to spank you so you learn to stop being such an arsehole all the time. Do you agree?”

Luther nodded.

Onyx’s hand lifted from Luther’s arse.

Luther sucked in air. But before he could properly fill his lungs, Onyx’s hand fell with a loud smack, with more force than before. Luther jerked forward, cock rubbing against Onyx’s thigh as Onyx rained blows on his aching arse.

Luther cried out.

Over and over, Onyx smacked him. Luther frotted, pre-cum leaking on Onyx’s trousers. He moaned. He bit at the settee as his balls grew tight against his body. Tears leaked from his eyes.

“Look at you,” Onyx mused. Smack. “Humping my leg whilst I turn your perfect arse red.” Smack. “So desperate.” Smack. “So needy.” Smack. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Ah!” Luther cried out, hands scrabbling at the settee.

Onyx’s hand came down harder and faster. “Your arse practically glows.” His voice was hoarse.

Luther’s hips jerked, cock grinding insistently against Onyx’s thigh.

“Are you close?” Onyx asked breathlessly.

Luther nodded jerkily. He couldn’t form words if he tried.

“Then come. Spill as I spank you,” Onyx commanded. “Come like the desperate slut you are.” He brought his hand down once. Twice.

Luther’s whole body tingled with bliss and sweet agony.

Onyx brought his hand down a third time.

Luther screamed as he came. His dick throbbed and jerked. He spilled against Onyx’s trousers in spurts as pleasure flowed through him in waves and waves.

After that, he drifted. He soared on a cloud of ecstasy.

The world around him slipped away as he stared at the blurry, small red flowers on the fabric of the settee in front of him.

“Good boy,” Onyx murmured. “Such a good boy.”

Luther let out a shuddering breath. He sagged, letting Onyx’s deep voice and his hand stroking his wounded arse soothe him.

After who knew how long, Luther turned his head, gazing up at Onyx, blinking at him.

Onyx smiled. “Enjoy that?”

Luther mumbled something that might have been an answer of sorts.

Onyx chuckled.