Page 73 of Pure Silence
“Beautiful,” Day murmured.
Goldie turned his head to see Day standing at the doorway, and he wondered how long he’d been watching. “Thank you.”
Day approached the bed with slow, cautious steps, his eyes moving over Goldie’s body hungrily. “Are you ready for me, my angel?”
“Yes,” Goldie replied without hesitation as he pulled out his fingers. “Please. I’m so ready for you.”
Day pulled off his socks one by one, folding them together and dropping them onto the floor. His T-shirt followed suit, folded with equal care and deposited alongside the socks. He slinked into bed, his hands moving over Goldie’s thighs and hips as he settled in behind him. “Stay just as you are, angel. I’m going to take you like this.”
“Whatever you want.” Goldie shivered, his cock flexing as he eagerly awaited Day to push inside of him. His hole was clenching and unclenching with the need to be filled, and he trembled as he listened to the click of the lube bottle opening. He was looking forward to the press of Day’s hot cock, but instead Day’s fingers thrusted inside of him. “Ah, baby…mmph.”
“You’re so tight, my angel,” Day murmured. “Did I not tell you to make yourself ready for me?”
“I did,” Goldie insisted.
Day shoved his fingers in deep and twisted.
Goldie grunted, protesting, “It’s fine, baby. I can take it. We just did it earlier. Just give it to me.”
“No.” Day withdrew.
“Come on.” Goldie tried not to whine. “Please. You can open me up on your dick, baby. Just go nice and slow.”
“Yes, I can, but I won’t.” Day slid his hand over Goldie’s ass cheek. “Because that’s not what I asked for, now is it?” His hand went up and then crashed down on Goldie’s ass in a mean smack.
“Fuck!” Goldie yelped.
“I wanted you to be ready for me, to be taken hard and fast and to spill my seed into you quickly, and I cannot do that now without fear of harming you, my angel.” Day rubbed where he’d spanked Goldie’s ass, and then slapped him again. “I must prepare you properly, but now I am not sure you deserve my cock.”
Goldie’s ass stung wildly, and he clawed at the blankets in front of him as he panted. He wanted to roll over and hump the bed until he busted, but he couldn’t imagine the punishment he’d receive for that. “I’m sorry. Mmph. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t what?”
“I couldn’t get in a good position, all right? With my back, I just couldn’t get into it how I wanted to.” Goldie sighed miserably. “I tried.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Day traced around the burning handprint he’d left behind on Goldie’s ass.
“Because…” Goldie couldn’t think.
Day spanked him again, harder than before.
Goldie moaned, smothering his face into the pillows and slapping the bed. Day kept hitting the same damn spot, and his skin was absolutely on fire. “Ah, God.Fuck.”
“Why?” Day demanded again.
“I was embarrassed,” Goldie croaked. “I was embarrassed that I just couldn’t get my fingers up my own ass, okay? I thought I was goin’ deep enough.”
“Oh, my angel.” Day scooted down, and he kissed Goldie’s scalding cheek. “My sweet angel. You should have told me. I wouldn’t have asked you to ever do anything that would harm you.” He rubbed Goldie’s hip. “You must never be ashamed of sharing your truth, not with me.”
“I’m sorry.” Goldie inhaled slowly, his cock still throbbing. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all right, my angel.” Day kissed around the welted skin. “Once you finish your punishment, I shall care for you, I promise.”
“Punishment?”
“Yes, my angel.” Day smiled sweetly. “Do not despise my discipline and do not resent my rebuke. I discipline you because of how special you are to me, to help you stay on a good path.”
“All right, baby.” Goldie nodded, readying himself for what was probably going to be another wicked spanking. “Please. Yes. I’ll take my punishment. I wanna be good.”
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