Page 10 of The Year of Us: July

Reese

Cory’s brand of dominance—or maybe 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.”

And then he slid his cock into my mouth, into my throat with one smooth glide of his hips.

I gagged around him, the contractions in my throat letting him inch deeper.

With my nose nestled into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his shaft, Cory bottomed out, and I started to stroke my cock.

I was already so close to coming, the arousal from spanking him paired with the pleasure of having his dick in my mouth was a perfect drug, but when he started to fuck my face like he’d promised, there was no hope left for me.

I came almost immediately, cum splattering against my fingers and the floor, as Cory set a relentless pace that was likely to bruise the back of my throat.

Gasping through my own orgasm, getting an actual breath was not an option.

He held my head steady, fucking in and out of my mouth like a saw, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back down to the hilt.

I had to close my eyes because I couldn’t see through my tears.

I didn’t want to see. With my vision darkened, I was forced to feel the pressure of the floor below my knees, Cory’s fingers against my skull, the salty musk of him surrounding all of my senses.

Spit ran down my chin like a waterfall, and all the while he whispered to me how good I was, how perfect, how his.

When Cory came, his cock thickened impossibly hard against the roof of my mouth, a load of cum bursting hot and violent onto the back of my tongue.

He bowed forward over me, temporarily cutting off my ability to breathe as he came straight into my throat, his entire body seizing and jerking with the force of it.

My own dick, already sated, twitched and pulsed, another burst of wetness leaking from my slit.

Without any warning, Cory pulled himself all the way out of me and my eyes opened like he’d flipped a switch.

I blinked hard and fast, falling forward against his bare thighs and gasping for breath.

Sinking down to his knees in front of me, he wrapped his arms around me as I struggled to fill my lungs, whispering more words of praise and promise into my ears.

“Thank you,” I murmured, swaying forward against his shoulder. “Thank you, Sir.”

He froze.

I froze.

The honorific hung between us like it was meant to be there, and a fresh wave of tears spilled down my face for how right everything was.

I didn’t say anything about my use of the word.

Notably, I didn’t try to take it back, and Cory didn’t say anything either.

He smiled against my temple like I’d given him the right answer, and then he kissed my tears, my cheeks and the dip beside my nostrils, down to my mouth.

He kissed me so hard and deep, I knew he had to taste himself—and the word—on his tongue by the time he finished, then he leaned back and pressed another kiss against my spit-soaked chin, then tilted my head up and kissed the angle of my jaw.

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in this life,” he whispered, hands constantly moving over me like he was checking me for injury, and maybe he was.

“Cory, I?—”

He cut me off, bringing his mouth so close to mine it was impossible to talk when all I wanted to do was kiss him.

“I never want to spend another night without you again. I’m calling Zane first thing tomorrow morning and making an offer on a house.

I don’t want to be in New York anymore. I want to be here. I want to be with you.”