Page 10 of The Year of Us: June

“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.”

CHAPTER 9

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?”