Page 111 of Mr. Naughty List

They kissed, the windows fogging up with their breath. “I’m so glad you’re my Christmas lover,” RJ murmured.

“Not just for Christmas.”

“No. My lover-lover.”

They kissed more, their mouths growing sensitive and tender. The winter night blew cool outside, but it grew even hotter in the car.

RJ whispered, “Let’s go inside. There’s something I want to show you.”

Twenty minutes later, Aaron was ass-up over his dining table.

He wasn’t sure about this idea. Everything he’d ever taught his kids said that letting yourself be filmed naked, cock hard and a small plug in your hole, was a terrible idea. The video could be uploaded, forwarded, sent anywhere. Lauren would lose her mind if she knew what he was letting RJ do.

But he trusted RJ.

And RJ said he wanted Aaron to see.

“Ready, lover,” RJ asked in his ear, smoothing his hands over Aaron’s back and shoulders. “Keep your head this direction. I want the camera to pick up every expression. I don’t want you to miss your surrender.”

Aaron’s breath came in harsh, wretched pants, and he nodded. After all he’d been through with his mother today, he felt close to lifting out of his skin as it was. He hoped RJ was right that this was a spanking he could handle.

“Relax.”

“I can’t.”

RJ massaged his arms and his back, his big, strong, warm hands rubbing up and down, then parting his ass cheeks to slip fingers up and down his crack. “There,” RJ murmured when Aaron finally unclenched his hands and loosened up on the table. “Perfect.”

Aaron stared at the iPhone set up to record this encounter. Heshouldsay Hermey. He should call this off and erase the file. He shouldn’t let this happen. His mother would be horrified if the video got out. What if someone hacked RJ’s phone, what if he left it behind somewhere, what if…

“You’re thinking too much,” RJ said, dropping a kiss to Aaron’s shoulder blade. “I’m going to help that go away now. All of it. The worry. The fear. The anxiety. Fly away.”

Aaron shivered and kept his eyes trained on the iPhone camera lens. “What are you waiting for?” he gritted out.

“Oh, Mr. Danvers, you’re so naughty. What a thing to ask.”

And then it began.

RJ used a long, thin black belt he’d taken from Aaron’s closet, and the snap of it over Aaron’s ass was instantly shocking and scary. When it hit the base of the plug, the jolt to his prostate was ecstasy. He shifted, but RJ put his hands on the other side of the table again and told him to hold still.

“Eyes on the camera,” RJ said again. “Don’t look away.”

Aaron tried to obey, but the fire burning into his haunches, sinking deep beneath his skin and into his bones, was so strong that he had to clench his teeth and squeeze his eyes closed to keep from screaming. RJ backed off and rubbed a hand over the blazing pain of his ass cheeks and hips.

“Beautiful. But you need to let it out, Aaron.”

“I’m tired of crying.”

“Let it out,” RJ said again, the dominance as firm as his hand on Aaron’s ass.

Aaron guessed that RJ had decided not to give him any choice. Because the next layer of slaps the belt laid down were harder, and Aaron crumbled under them. He shook and squirmed and finally shouted, his body convulsing in pain as harsh, broken sobs burst forth, and the tears ran free again.

He hadn’t thought he had more in him, but as RJ continued to lay on the stripes, the shame, guilt, horror, and sadness of what he’d lost—of what he’d never had—forced its way out of his mouth and leaked from his eyes and snotted from his nose.

It wasn’t pretty. He didn’t feel pretty. He felt raw, completely stripped down, and honest.

“That’s so good,” RJ said, easing off the spanking. “I think you’ve needed all this for a long time now.”

Aaron sobbed as RJ lifted him from the table, kissed his lips, and held him close. His cock throbbed urgently, and he wished he could come and obliterate this intense, broken-hearted sorrow inside. But he felt too far away from himself, too outside his body to reach orgasm, and almost certain that he couldn’t even if RJ tried to make him.