Page 8 of The Year of Us: June

Reese

I was unashamedly naked when Cory got home.

Flat on my back with my legs bent at the knees and my fingers twisted nervously in the sheets.

He commanded my space the way he commanded any space, stalking into my apartment like the predator he was.

He dropped his laptop bag on the floor and toed off his shoes at the same time he worked loose the knot on his tie.

He pulled his belt halfway off before stopping himself, and then he was on the bed, between my legs with his face buried between my asscheeks.

“Hello to you too,” I managed to tease, arching off the bed as he made short work of spearing his tongue straight into my ass.

He groaned in reply, fingers digging into my thighs so he could spread my legs wider.

He was still dressed, tie loose around his neck, top two buttons of his shirt undone.

His pants on, belt and fly open and I wished so desperately for his cock.

If he’d left me hard and wanting all day the way he’d done to himself, I would have been on the brink of an explosion.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he said, most likely to my ass and not to me.

He pulled back enough to lick me from my taint to my balls with long and hot strokes of his tongue that had me shivering.

I reached for his hair, not above pulling him up to my mouth so I could get our bodies better aligned.

But as soon as I got my hand into his hair, he curled his fingers around my wrist and made a very pleased sound.

“I knew you’d do that,” he whispered, shifting to kiss the inside of my wrist. He moved so he was kneeling between my legs, eyes dancing with some new and uncharted kind of playful danger.

Cory’s tongue darted out, licking across his lower lip that was already wet with more than enough spit to get me ready for him.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Reese. Did I?”

The question was slow and tentative, and I knew it was asking much more than it appeared on the surface.

It was the ask for a scene that we hadn’t fully negotiated.

Not that he wanted to go into it without negotiating, Cory would never.

But normally we talked things through far enough in advance that I knew what kind of games would be expected or played. This was…

This was new.

I propped myself up onto my elbows and gazed down at him, my cock between us, still hard and leaking, not scared in the slightest about what he was asking of me.

“No,” I rasped. “You didn’t.”

Cory pulled his tie free from his shirt and gestured at my arms, his stare steady on my face the whole time. My heart rate spiked, but I brought my hands together in front of me as he—very loosely—wrapped his tie around my wrists.

“Is that too tight?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Is that too tight, Reese?” he repeated.

My chin quivered, but I forced the word out, “No.”

A small smile settled on his lips. “One day.”

He traced his fingers over the places where the silk encircled my wrists, his skin a shocking warmth next to the coolness of the tie.

“We don’t touch without asking, Reese,” he said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I croaked, fingers already itching to touch him again, but my cock positively throbbed with want at our new predicament.

“I’m going to spank you, Reese,” he said gently. “A punishment.”

“I didn’t know.”

“It’s not a punishment for you.” Cory tugged my wrists and pulled me over his lap. He was sitting on the edge of my bed by the time he got me where he wanted me, naked with my ass up again for him, my bound hands on the other side of his body.

“Are you sure?”

He pulled his belt off—and dropped it onto the floor.

“I’m positive. It can’t be a punishment for you if you like it, Reese. And you very much like being spanked, don’t you?”

He drew circles on my ass with his fingers, and I shivered, letting my forehead fall against the sheets. I didn’t answer and he gave me a soft smack against the back of my thigh, startling me.

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I do like it.”

He hummed his agreement. “I like spanking you too, but I’d much rather have my face buried between your cheeks and my cock shoved up your ass, so this is punishment for me. Punishment for not telling you what I expected before we got started.”

I closed my eyes with a groan.

“Just five then, since it’s my fault.”

“Five,” I agreed.

“Five, and then I’ll shove my cock so deep into you that you’ll see stars.

” Cory petted his hand down the slope of the small of my back, over the globes of my ass, and down to the backs of my thighs.

“Five and then I’ll keep my promise to plug you up before work and then fuck you until you pass out when you get home. Is that all right, Reese?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my cock leaking a river against Cory’s slacks.

What had this man done to me?

In his office earlier in the afternoon, I’d gotten onto my knees for him and kissed his shoes.

I’d humped his fucking leg and came in my pants like a desperate little teenager, then I’d waited naked for him to get home to fuck me and send me off to work?

When had I become so compliant and so fucking needy?

Cory’s hand landed hard against that very tender spot between my thigh and my ass, and I groaned, fucking my hips against his thigh to search for friction.

“It kills me to know your cock is hard and not in my mouth right now,” he said, sounding as apologetic as a Dom ever would about that kind of thing.

His torment only made me harder.

Another spank, the same spot on the other side.

“I hate that you’re so close to coming and I’m not even inside of you yet,” he said.

I tested the strength of the tie around my wrists, knowing immediately I could pull my hands out if I wanted to, and genuinely shocked to find out that I didn’t want to.

“Stop,” I said, the sound as jarring to my own ears as glass shattering.

Beneath me, Cory’s body tensed, and he lifted his hands off my skin.

“What’s wrong, Reese?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, angry at myself for the outburst.

For a beat, the only sound was that of our labored breathing, off time until it wasn’t. Even our lungs worked in sync, and I imagined if I could press my hand against his chest, our hearts would have been in sync as well.

“Reese.”

“Nothing,” I said again, sinking down into his lap. “My wrists, though. They’re just…not that tight.”