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“I’ll let you know when you’re done.” Wriggling a bit to get comfortable, I let out a soft sigh. “You can begin now.”

CHAPTER 10

Reese

Cory’s brand of dominance—ormaybe it was my brand of submission—was fucking torture. He talked me through things in a way that tricked my brain into thinking I was the one calling the shots, when in reality I wasn’t doing anything more than what I had been told. And as Cory spread himself out over my lap with his ass in the air, I wondered if submission felt this way for everyone.

Had I been so misguided all along about the roles within my own power exchanges, or was it different because it was Cory? Different because it was ours?

“Stop dawdling, Reese,” he warned, and I remembered he was on my lap because I was meant to spank him.

Tentatively, I settled one hand on his ass and the other flat against the space between his shoulder blades. I pressed him down into the mattress and he groaned, which only made my cock test the strength of my fly. With the hand I’d settled on his ass, I warmed his skin with my palm before lifting up and delivering the first strike. Cory moaned like I’d just slid my cock into him, and the rush of power that rolled over me was almost enough to take my breath away.

Before he could give me another instruction, I spanked him again…and again, and again. Cory rocked himself on my lap, nudging his erection between my thighs and chasing after friction while I continued to rain down mid-level spanks against his already pink ass.

“I know you’re stronger than this,” he whispered, arching his back in the sluttiest curve I’d ever seen in my life and pressing his ass into my waiting hand. “I want it to hurt, Reese. I want it to make my cock leak.”

Something in me snapped. I slid the hand on his back up and into his hair, fisting the silky strands and yanking hard to deepen the arch he’d given me to ask for what he wanted. He grunted at the angle, and I spanked him harder, then harder, and harder, until my hand ached from how much force I was putting into it.

The whole time, Cory gasped and moaned, trying to fuck his cock into the tight gap between my thighs. I was in jeans and the abrasion from the denim had to hurt, but Cory didn’t seem to mind. He was in a world of his own, body gyrating as I continued to deliver the hard strikes against his ass that he’d demanded of me.

“I want to feel you for a week,” he rasped. “Every time I go to sit down, I want to be reminded of how well you listen.”

Was there such a thing as domming from the bottom?

If there was, Cory had mastered it.

I wanted to know if he was like this with every man…if he made a habit of picking weaker dominants out of a line-up and taking them to their knees…or if this was something just for me. If this was special.

“So good, Reese,” he whimpered when I lowered the angle of my hand to land hard against the soft spot between his ass and his thigh. “Just like I asked for. Five more just like that, then I want you to let me up, and I want you to get on your knees.”

Part of me hated he was still coherent enough to give orders. When Cory spanked me, I lost my whole mind. But that was the difference between us, I supposed. He was more dominant than I would ever be, and I was finally at a place where I could admit I loved that about him.

I spanked him five more times, as instructed, and together we got him off my lap. He threaded his fingers into my hair and tipped my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

“I love you,” he said softly, certainly.

“I love you.”

I’d never known anything to be more true than those three simple words.

“Do you want to suck me off or do you want me to fuck your face?” he asked, brushing hair away from my forehead. His grip wasn’t punishing, but it was strong, and I blinked slowly, a low and needy groan building at the base of my throat.

“Fuck my face,” I whispered.

He hummed, smiling down at me like I’d given him the right answer.

“Take your cock out too,” he said, fingers stroking over my face and through my hair. “Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come.”

I fought with my pants, finally able to release my aching dick into my hand. I groaned as my fingers curled around my length, but I waited to stroke.

“Open your mouth, Reese.” He dragged his thumb across my lower lip and helped me open wide. “Now stick out your tongue.”

I did, already feeling debauched.

Cory’s cheeks flushed as red as his cock, and he grabbed his shirt, rucking it up and using his chin to tuck the fabric out of the way and against his chest.

“Take a breath. There. Good.”