Page 46 of Midnight Sun

Finn leaves for the house after pressing one last lingering kiss to Jamie’s neck, and Jamie turns to the horses. His limbs are aching from the strenuous day, but it’s a real physical exhaustion, one that’ll fade after a meal and a bath and a good night’s sleep. It’s not the mind-numbing vastness he has become accustomed to after spending too many nights alone in the suites of overpriced hotels. He won’t tell Finn, but he enjoys looking after the horses. His thoughts alternate between imagining what life might be like out here if they took the time to stay a few months and the erotic fantasy they’ve created. He shouldn’t have let his mind wander down this particular path too far, Jamie realizes. He’s half hard when he finally stumbles to the house, partly apprehensive of the punishment to come and partly eager to hand his responsibilities and fears over to Finn, to let Finn take care of him, so Jamie can allow himself a moment of relaxation.

Jamie slips out of his boots and socks once he’s inside the windbreak. He can smell that Finn stoked a fire in the chimney, and the house is already cozily warm. He steps into the living space and takes a moment to admire the strong line of Finn’s shoulders, as he’s squatted down putting a log into the fire. Finn rises with far more grace than a man of his height should possess. He watches Jamie with a hungry gleam in his eyes and sits down on the couch.

“Take off your clothes,” Finn orders.

Jamie falters briefly, but ultimately he wants whatever Finn has in mind for him, no use denying it now. He’s hopelessly into submitting to Finn.

Jamie slips out of his tunic and throws it carelessly to the floor. A small smile lifts the corners of Finn’s mouth. Jamie steps out of his breeches next, slipping off his underwear as he goes. He enjoys Finn’s admiring gaze.

“Come here,” Finn says.

This time Jamie doesn’t hesitate. Finn leans back on the couch, looking oh so satisfied.

“Lay down on my lap.”

Jamie feels a blush creeping over his cheeks and down his neck like a fiery touch, but he does as he’s told. He has been looking forward to this for far too long.

“I don’t have to tie you down, do I?” Finn purrs. “You’re going to stay still and take the punishment I’ve decided for you.”

“Yes,” Jamie whispers. Another time, he knows he’ll want to struggle until Finn has to overpower him. He’ll want to be restrained and made unable to move. But today he wants to be good for Finn.

“Good boy,” Finn says.

Jamie preens at the praise. He kneels down on the couch and slips into Finn’s lap, his already hard cock getting trapped against Finn’s thigh. Jamie can’t help the soft moan that escapes him. He feels so turned on already. It’s like Finn’s been edging him for hours. On some level, he has, if Jamie counts their arguments as foreplay, which he does, twisted as that may be.

Finn softly caresses Jamie’s back, skipping lower to his ass slowly. Finn takes his time, brushing his fingertips over the sensitive skin of Jamie’s inner thighs and skims over his sides. Jamie stays still but can’t hold back the impatient little noises that slip past his lips. His skin prickles from the delicious contact and all he wants to do is arch up into Finn’s touch and grind his hips down at the same time.

“So eager,” Finn purrs.

The praise is enough to make Jamie moan and buck his hips. A sharp slap lands on his right cheek.

“Stay still.”

“Yes,” Jamie hisses. “Sorry.”

“Ten strikes on each side. You’ll count.”

“Yes.”

“Color?"

“Green.”

“Good boy.”

Jamie’s eyes squeeze shut, and he tenses all over. He’s thrilled, and at the same time a little afraid of what’s to come. He has seen some quite intense spanking sessions and he isn’t sure if he’s into that.

Finn’s hand lands on his right buttock, startling Jamie. The slap stings, but doesn’t really hurt.

“One,” Jamie gasps.

Another slap on the same spot.

“Two.”

Another.

“Three.”