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“I’m only going to give you five smacks,” I assured him. They would hurt; he knew that. But because he hated punishments so much, I usually made them quick and simple.

He was the only person in this world I would ever be soft for.

“Count each one, Chet. You know the rules. Don’t count, and another will be added.”

He nodded, his cheek resting on the cool table. “Yes, sir.”

The first blow landed hard, his ass cheek rippling and the slap echoing in the room. He choked on his breath, rising onto his toes. Immediately, a red mark in the shape of my hand appeared on his tanned skin.

“One, sir,” he managed, his voice strangled.

“Good boy,” I praised, rubbing my hand over the no doubt throbbing spot. My hand abruptly landed on his left cheek. His breath hitched, and he curled his hands into fists.

“Two, sir.”

“You’re doing so well,” I murmured, massaging the sore flesh. I pushed his pants down a little more, landing a blow on the back of his thigh. He squeezed his eyes shut, a slight tremble beginning in his body.

“Three, sir.” The words were a little choked.

“So perfect, baby,” I rasped. I had to praise him. I’d quickly learned that without the praise, Chet would spiral. Punishments felt demeaning to him, even though he and I both knew I did it out of love so he would learn from his mistakes and hopefully not make them again. If I added praise, it helped him through it. Reminded him that despite the punishment, I loved him, he was mine, and he was safe with me.

The next blow landed on the back of his other thigh. “Four, sir,” he gasped. His eyes were still squeezed shut, his hands curling and uncurling on the tabletop, almost like he was imagining stress balls in his hands.

Maybe I needed to find him some to use during punishments.

“Last one, baby. You’re taking your punishment so well.” I landed the blow on his right ass cheek. His skin was red now and as dark as a tomato. He would need lotion and aftercare, which I would provide as soon as we were out of the chapel and in our room.

“Five, sir.” His voice wobbled, already damn near at his limit.

I helped him straighten, then quickly turned him around to fix his jeans. Once he was presentable, I tugged him into the circle of my arms, crushing him to me. He wound his arms around my waist, burrowing into me like he wanted to crawl beneath my skin and live there. If it were fucking possible, I would’ve figured out a way already just so I never had to be without him.

“You were so good, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “So perfect for me.” Hooking a finger beneath his chin, I tilted his head back so we were looking at each other. Those dark eyes were hazy. He’d quickly fell into subspace. “Color?”

“Green, sir,” he murmured.

I kissed his forehead. “Let’s get upstairs for some aftercare. Rurik and Malik should be back soon with your milkshake and fries.”

He nodded. I grabbed his hand in mine and tugged him from the chapel and over to the stairs. Thyrie called out Chet’s name, but I ignored her. My man needed me, and everyone else’s needs with him could take a fucking backseat.

8

Chet

Ihissed when William’s palm smoothed lotion over my backside. He’d only give me five spanks, but my ass was tender and sore. I would probably have bruises there later since I bruised so damn easily.

William rarely dished out physical punishments. Hell, he rarely delivered punishments of any kind. But when he did, he made sure he got his point across. I certainly wouldn’t be trying to hide how I was feeling from him again… at least, not any time soon.

“Just a little more,” William murmured. He wasn’t much of a talker… unless he was with me. With everyone else, he was standoffish and rude, only speaking when absolutely necessary. I’d questioned him about it once, asked him why he talked to me but barely talked to others, and he’d only told me it was because I was different, then kissed the top of my head.

Once he’d smoothed the lotion onto my sore behind, cooling the heated flesh, he fixed my jeans back into place. I buried my facein the pillow, tired and worn out after being punished. It always took so much out of me because Ihatedpunishments. But I’d also known better than to try to hide from William, so really, I’d brought this onto myself.

“Malik just texted. He and Rurik are back with your milkshake and fries.” He kissed the back of my neck, making me shiver. “I’ll be right back. Do not move.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.

I heard the door quietly close behind William, and then, I was alone in the room. I sighed and gingerly rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

I didn’t understand why William wouldn’t leave and take us somewhere safer. Sure, I knew he wasn’t one to run from his problems, but Hyram had a point. We weren’t safe here. Not now. And while I knew William and I could both handle ourselves, that didn’t mean we couldn’t still be cautious and safe, to get away for a little while so the Savage Dreams MC could cool down a bit.