Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I’d known there was something running around in his mind when he’d huffed at me but the tiny peek had been fun. “Still, we know the best way to help a naughty boy remember to be good for his Daddy.”
Pausing, I waited to see what Paxton would do.
Moaning hadn’t been my first guess but it was a fun response, and it got the cutest blush when I raised one eyebrow and looked at him questioningly. It took him a few more seconds to get words out, but they didn’t manage to escape until he’d given his pants another tug and his erection a not-so-subtle squeeze. “Spankings, Daddy.”
That called for another bottom pat and it got me a sweet little whimper that time. “Correct. But don’t worry, Daddy is going to help as soon as we get home.”
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“Help?” Paxton must’ve thought he was being subtle because he cocked his head and turned to me. “Help me be good?”
“Well, yes.” As we got to the back of my property, I stopped us and reached over to give his bulge a pat. “But Daddy’s going to help with this too…only if you’re a good boy, though.”
He nearly orgasmed right there.
Paxton wasn’t ready to spell out that he was curious about a spanking, but his body was doing a damned good job of making it clear.
Helpful penises were wonderful things.
Words got caught in his throat as his hips thrust forward to get more attention. An orgasm at this point wasn’t the best plan, though, so I just gave him one more pat before moving my hand away. “You can have humpies and tinglies as long as you’re a good boy. I know that’s what you want because you were already trying to get one while we were on our walk.”
He was just standing there dumbfounded and blinking at me, so I kept chattering as we started moving again. Thankfully, his legs worked even if his mouth didn’t, so we made it back to the house without an issue.
I wasn’t sure about stairs, though, so I picked him up and carried him in through the back door as his legs wrapped around me without him thinking about it. “It’s okay that you’re a needy boy who wants to get his tinglies outside. We’re just going to have to make sure it’s a more private location. You didn’t seem very confident about your ability to be quiet.”
His mouth dropped open and I had a feeling he thought he’d said something, but I got nothing verbally from him. Body language was another story altogether, but auditory information was in short supply and mostly consisted of soft moans and shocked gasps.
So I decided it was time to try something different.
Pulsing desire through the bond that had been growing stronger had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. He leaned forward and buried his face against my neck, rocking against me and letting out another needy sound.
It was better than nothing, but I was glad when something that felt like heat and need came back through the bond.
Heat being the spanking?
It sounded like someone had been doing more research if that was his way of communicating about his first spanking.
Wrapping my arms tighter around him, I stroked one hand down his back and cupped his ass. As I squeezed and kneaded his cheek, I pushed back the heat and need he’d sent to me. Oh, that moan was beautiful.
Yep, not a safeword even if it wasn’t as verbal as I’d hoped.
Magic was amazing and mate magic was even more incredible.
“Come here, naughty boy.” I gave his ass one firm pat before moving us into the living room. “Daddy’s going to help you.”
Paxton immediately wrapped his arms and legs around me tighter as I carried him to the couch, making sure that the curtains were closed just in case. “Daddy…”
His quietly whispered word wasn’t really a question, but I nodded and kissed his neck. “That’s right. Daddy’s here.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d answered his question or if he’d just been looking to touch base with me, but either way, he whimpered and wiggled, rubbing his erection against my stomach. “Yes, Daddy’s going to help his boy.”
Help him submit and orgasm and understand that it wasn’t as scary as he was imagining.
Paxton nodded but was still holding tight as we got to the couch. So I spent a few moments hugging him and rocking side to side, rubbing his ass and sending happy, loving emotions through the bond. “Yes, I’m going to help you be a very good boy.”
The pats I’d given him over the last week were nearly spanking-level swats even if they’d been playful, and he hadn’t done more than blink or suck in a breath. He had a higher pain tolerance than he seemed to think, and he was definitely curious because every time I’d popped his bottom, he’d push it back like he was begging for another.