Page 9 of The Year of Us: June

Cory

For a few terrifying moments, I thought I’d gone too far. Pushed too hard. Wanted too many things too soon. And then Reese’s confession slipped out of him, hesitant, but clear as a bell.

“You want to be restrained properly?” Putting my hands back on his body, I felt the tension bleed out of him like his whole body was sighing with relief. My hands skimmed up his arms, stopping only when I reached the tie on his wrists. “Tighter?”

“Yes.” On my lap, Reese was as still as a statue, but when I pulled the tie tighter, locking his wrists together so that he’d have to work harder to get out of the binding fabric, Reese relaxed even more. I was fairly sure that the only rigid thing left of him was his cock.

“Is that better?” I slid my hand down his back, feeling the curve of his spine and the softness of his skin.

“Thank you.”

“To reward you for being a good boy and telling me what you need, I’m going to start over and give you those five strikes you have coming.”

Reese let out a whimper that went straight to my cock.

God, I’d been hard for him all fucking day.

Even before he’d surprised me at my office, I was thinking about him.

His appearance felt like I’d manifested him through thought alone.

And having him on his knees for me had been exquisite.

The more he gave me, the more I wanted. The more I needed.

Reese as a dom was hot. Controlled. Commanding.

In charge. Competent. But Reese as a submissive was extraordinary.

He was still confident, but in a messy, needy way. He was still controlled, but one day I’d get him to let go of that too. But most of all, like this, it felt like he was mine. Like I was the only person in the universe who could put him over their knee and have him be there willingly.

I rubbed my hand over the globes of his ass, mapping the contours, teasing the crease of his ass with the tips of my fingers before pulling my hand back.

I struck him on the tender spot at the bottom of the ass where it met the thighs.

Reese let out a pained yelp, but his hips bucked forward, and he thrust himself against my legs.

After striking him a second time on the opposite side, I smoothed my hand over his ass again.

“Three more and then I’m going to fuck you.

” Reaching out with my free hand, I grabbed the tie that bound his wrists together and held it, reminding him they were there, that I was in control. That he’d let me. Begged me.

The next two strikes came down, one right after the other on alternating butt cheeks and for the last one, I released the tie, spread his cheeks and smacked his hole. Reese cried out and jerked against my legs, his hips stuttering as he tried to still his thrusts.

“Cory.”

My name whined out of him and tangled around my heart.

There were times when how much t I loved this man scared the living shit out of me.

Times like now, when it felt like my heart was beating outside my body.

But every iota of fear was worth it as I rearranged him, draping him over the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and his chest pressed into the mattress.

I raked my fingers through his hair, pushing the strands out of his eyes. “I love you, Reese.”

Desperation won out and I practically tore my pants getting my dick out. Reese stayed in place the best he could as he reached for the lube with his still restrained hands and tossed it over to me.

“Thank you, darling,” I said as I took it and squirted an ample amount on my cock.

I drizzled some down his crack for good measure and used the head of my dick to spread it over his hole.

And that was all the warning he got before I breached him.

His breath whooshed out of him as the head of my dick pressed inside him, sliding into the tight squeeze of his hole.

Grabbing his hips, I held him still while I slowly worked my way into him. Inch at a time. Reese would’ve liked me to expedite the process, given the way he kept trying to thrust back and swallow my cock with his ass, but I kept a tight grip on him and made him behave for me.

Once I was fully seated inside him, I slid out, then back in again. Reese moaned, long and loud as I did it again and again, until eventually I stopped pulling all the way out and just committed to fucking him with long, deep strokes that made his bed squeak and made him moan.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him upright so we were both standing. His knees were bent, allowing me the best angle possible to drive my cock up into him. I pressed my mouth against his shoulder.

“Can I leave marks on you, Reese? Is that a limit?”

He shook his head, then remembered at the last second to use his words. “No. Not a limit. I want it.”

I closed my eyes and ghosted a kiss against his skin. “That’s my good boy. I’ll let you come soon.”

Reese made a strangled sound, and his hips levered as he fucked himself on my cock.

“That’s right. Ride my dick, baby.”

Baby. Darling. He might hate them, and I certainly hadn’t planned to say them, but there was a rightness to the endearments that I couldn’t ignore.

When I latched my mouth onto his shoulder and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock at the same time, Reese went fucking feral. He rode my cock and fucked my fist at the same time, but he didn’t come, not even when he whined and moaned and panted.

I pulled my mouth away and admired my work. The dark splotch I’d left on him made my balls throb and I worked him faster. “Come for me, Reese. Come on my cock.”

He was coming before I had all the words out and I wasn’t far behind, pumping his cock as he emptied his balls, cum streaming down my fingers as Reese sagged forward, half sobbing with pleasure.

I pinned him to the bed, my hand pressing down on the newly minted hickey I’d left.

The bed protested my every thrust as I slammed into Reese, coming so hard I stopped breathing.

Stopped thinking. And when I was done, I pulled out.

Gently, I traced the rim of his ass with my finger, making sure he wasn’t injured before I grabbed the plug off the nightstand and slid it into him.

Reese was face down, half on the bed, half off, his hands still bound, his ass red from my hand and his crease shiny with lube. Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead. He was easily the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked at me. “I love you, o,” he said.

And he was all mine.