Page 79 of Mr. Naughty List
Aaron nodded his assent again, though his heart kicked. What might RJ ask of him? His hands went sweaty, and he squeezed his asshole, trying to get a grip on the rush of excitement and fear flooding him.
“That’s it, Mr. Danvers. Two very hard-to-follow rules. But I believe in you.” RJ reached out and took hold of Aaron’s hair again, slipping his fingers through it soothingly. “I’m going to take you so high tonight. You’re going to fly like one of Santa’s reindeer.”
Aaron let out a shaky breath and said nothing, assuming the rules were already in place. RJ kissed his forehead, his nose, and then his mouth. Chaste kisses, a little wet from where he’d licked his lips, but lacking in the open-mouthed passion RJ usually went for immediately. Then he straightened.
“We’ll warm up to the belt,” he said, putting it down beside Aaron’s head on the coffee table, right where Aaron would see it. RJ undid his dark jeans, shoving them open enough for the slick head of his cock to poke out from the top of his boxer briefs. Aaron’s pulse pounded as he watched RJ roll up the sleeves of his T-shirt, further exposing his strong arms. With a grim smile, RJ shook out his hands. His long fingers danced in front of Aaron’s face.
“Hold still,” RJ said. “I’m going to make that sweet ass shake, Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron took hold of the edge of the coffee table, the rug making his knees ache already. He wondered if he was allowed to use gestures to request a pillow, or if all communication was discouraged.
RJ’s hand came down on his ass, blotting out the query with a rosy smear of pain. Aaron was still a little tender from the night with the ruler, though the redness and bruises had faded entirely. He gasped, tucking tail and tossing his head back, exposing his throat.
“Mmm,” RJ said. “I love how you react.” He pressed on Aaron’s lower back, pushing until Aaron untucked his butt and stuck it back out again. “Hold it just like that, Mr. Danvers.” He leaned close and whispered menacingly in Aaron’s ear, “Or else.”
Aaron didn’t have time to wonder what threat underlined the words because RJ swatted his butt again, this time in a rhythm of slap-stroke-slap, alternating cheeks and building in intensity. Aaron squirmed, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the coffee table, shoving his ass back even though the rising pain had him gasping and grunting with each swat.
Sweat broke out on his shoulders and chills shivered down his spine. Still RJ continued on, steady and smooth, each slap burning deep into Aaron’s flesh until all he could think about was grabbing a breath before the next one landed. The rest of the world and its worries evaporated in the pain.
“Nice work,” RJ said, ending with a slow stroke on Aaron’s stinging ass cheeks. “Let me just…” He squatted down behind Aaron, palming his burning cheeks and spreading him open. “There. Mmm.”
Aaron shivered as RJ licked his asshole gently, almost imperceptibly, the exact opposite of the feeling of the harsh spanking. He had to slow his breathing and concentrate just to sense the slick, tingly teasing of his rim.
“Mmm,” RJ said again, releasing Aaron’s ass cheeks like he was putting away a treat he planned to finish later. “I love the way you tremble when I do that.”
Aaron hadn’t even realized he was shaking, but of course he was. Not just from the tender rimming, which hadn’t lasted nearly long enough, but also from the spanking itself. His cock was hard, straining up against his stomach and leaking pre-come into a tiny puddle on the rug beneath his knees. He looked up at RJ, hoping his eyes conveyed his need for more assplay. He needed RJ’s tongue and fingers. He craved prostate stroking.
“So naughty,” RJ said. “My little slut.”
Aaron shivered.
“Mmm, you like to be called names, Mr. Danvers? Slut, whore…what else?”
Aaron opened his mouth to answer, then snapped it shut when RJ pressed a finger to his lips. He nodded instead.
“My slut,” RJ said fiercely. “This hole? Mine. This body? Mine.”
Aaron shuddered, shocked by the way his cock throbbed at those words and his asshole pulsed in need. Being RJ’s felt good. He’d never been anyone’s before, much less anyone he trusted.
RJ picked up the belt, and Aaron tensed, another rush of adrenaline firing into his bloodstream, leaving him lightheaded and panting. “I bought this belt at JC Penney when I was a senior in high school,” RJ said, holding it out in front of Aaron’s face. “I wore it not because it was fashionable, but because I didn’t have enough money to buy pants that fit.”
Aaron eyed the belt before looking up to RJ, who was staring at it with a thoughtful expression.
“I wore this belt in your classroom, Mr. Danvers. Do you know how many times I thought about how hot it would be to bend you over that pristine fucking desk of yours and use it on you?”
Aaron bit his lip, gazing up at RJ beneath his lashes, hoping to let him know that he was more than amenable to RJ using it on him now.
“Back then, I bet you never imagined that you’d be all naked on your coffee table, letting RJ Blitz spank you, did you? You never saw this coming.”
Aaron shook his head, sweat slipping down from his temples and his cock twitching where it ached between his legs.
“I did,” RJ said. “I thought about this for years. Does that scare you?”
Aaron figured it probably should. RJ was still pretty much a stranger to him, yet he couldn’t help but trust him implicitly, to love being here with his ass burning from RJ’s hand and his hole slick from his tongue. He shook his head.
RJ smiled. “Good.” He kissed Aaron’s forehead, then showed him the belt again. “But I’m going to scare you a little bit now. Safe word is Hermey.”
RJ moved behind Aaron, pushed him chest-down against the coffee table, and pulled his arms out behind him, capturing both wrists in one big hand. Aaron’s heart stuttered in his chest, and the strain in his shoulders burned. For one brief second, he considered saying the word, because RJ was raising the belt up, and…