Chapter 11

Brody knew what Josiah was doing. The boy sucked at hiding his emotions, but he also wasn't exactly subtle in the way he angled his body. He had decided that whatever punishment Brody had in mind for him would be worth it if it meant he could come.

Now, it was up to Brody to make it clear that his commands weren't suggestions and disobedience would have consequences. For now, he would focus on his pleasure, but once that was done, he'd have to discipline his boy. He was looking forward to it.

Josiah rode him hard and fast, and Brody allowed himself to be swept up in the rhythm the boy set. When Josiah sank down, he snapped his hips upward, and their flesh met with loud, wet slaps that echoed through the room. His boy was a sight to behold, riding Brody with his head thrown back, his eyes closed, and a deceptive angelic expression on his face. He was so beautiful it took Brody's breath away.

He allowed himself to let go, and his body shook with ecstasy as he unloaded inside his boy. Josiah followed suit, spurting over his stomach and chest without touching himself. With a dazed, blissful look in his eyes, he slid off Brody and cuddled close. Oh, he thought Brody would forget about his order, did he? He was in for a rude awakening.

Brody gave himself a minute or two to come down from his high, then untangled himself from Josiah and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He reached backward, grabbed Josiah's wrist, and yanked the boy forward, pressing his neck down as he placed him over his knee.

Josiah squealed and fought, but Brody's grip was unrelenting. "What did I tell you about coming, boy?"

"Oh." Josiah swallowed. "That I wasn't allowed to come without permission. Sir."

Funny how Josiah had reverted to calling Brody Sir and not Daddy. He didn't mind. He was both. "You disobeyed me."

"It felt too good, Sir. I couldn't…"

Brody waited. Would his boy finish that lie?

After a few seconds, Josiah sighed. "I chose to disobey," he whispered.

"Thank you for telling the truth."

"You knew?" Josiah sounded indignant.

Brody snorted. "Do I look like an idiot? You were deliberately angling your body for maximum pleasure."

"Can you blame me? It feels so good with your big cock inside me, Daddy."

He was smart, trying to sway Brody with a little flattery. Not that it would work, but Brody appreciated the effort. "I'm sure it does, baby boy, but it's still disobedience, and ignoring my commands has consequences."

"What kind of?—"

Brody's hand came down hard on Josiah's right ass cheek.

"Ouch! Daddy, that?—"

Another slap. "If I were you, I'd stop complaining, or I'll add a punishment for trying to manipulate me."

Two more slaps, and Brody wasn't holding back. Josiah needed to learn this lesson the hard way, it seemed.

"It hurts," Josiah whimpered. "That doesn't feel good at all."

The sheer surprise in his voice had Brody fight to hold back a grin. "Did Denali tell you he loved being spanked?"

"Yeah…" It came out on a quiver.

"He wasn't talking about a disciplinary spanking, boy." Brody kept hitting Josiah's plump bottom, the skin turning red hot under his ministrations. "He was talking about a pleasurable one, and you haven't gotten that privilege yet. And you certainly won't be getting it after deliberately disobeying me."

A sob tore from Josiah's lips. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Sir."

"Good. You should be."

After another two firm slaps, Josiah started to cry. Brody clenched his teeth. He hated this, hated to see his boy in pain, but he had to see it through. Josiah had to understand who was in charge… and that was not him.

At the same time, Brody was also hard again. Something about watching that ass turn red was so arousing. Maybe he did have a little sadistic streak after all.

By the time he was done and Josiah's ass was red and radiating heat, Josiah was blubbering, his snot and tears dripping down Brody's leg. Brody lifted his boy and placed him facedown on the edge of the bed. "Part two of your punishment. You'd better not come again."

He bent over him, positioned himself, and slid right back in. Oh fuck, that felt so amazing. Josiah's skin was blistering hot, and in response, he tightened his ass, which increased the pressure on Brody's dick. Perfection.

With one hand on his boy's neck, he pinned Josiah down, making sure he could breathe. The other was on Josiah's hip, immobilizing him. He fucked him hard and fast, his cock like iron. He wouldn't need long like this because he wasn't holding back in any way. This position allowed him to go deep, and he used it to his advantage, not pulling out that far before slamming back in.

Pleasure radiated throughout his body. His recovery time was usually a little longer, so he'd enjoy this unexpected second orgasm for what it was: a bonus. A present from his baby boy, who, despite himself, was getting hard again. Every now and then, he'd rub himself against the sheets, only to freeze and stop when he realized what he was doing. At least the punishment had made an impression.

Brody's balls tightened, and he bent over Josiah deeper, placing his lips against the tender skin of Josiah's neck. When his body froze in anticipation, he sucked, depriving himself of oxygen as his second orgasm barreled through him. He was shaking, his legs unsteady, as he shot a second, far less impressive, load into his boy's ass. By the time he was done, he was a little lightheaded… and Josiah had a beautiful mark on his neck.

"Mmm, that was perfect." Brody nuzzled Josiah's neck. "Your ass is so wonderfully tight now, baby boy. I could fuck you for hours."

Josiah's response was a little shiver.

Brody let out a deep, contented sigh and pulled out again. A trail of cum followed in his wake, dripping out of Josiah's wide-open hole. Such a beautiful sight.

Josiah didn't move as Brody grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned himself up first, then tenderly wiped his boy's ass. When he had finished cleaning him, Brody applied a thick layer of aloe vera to Josiah's skin.

He gently tugged him to his feet. With a moan of protest—or maybe of pain—Josiah let him. He looked utterly miserable, with red-rimmed, swollen eyes and a red nose. "I'm sorry, Daddy," he whispered. "I didn't mean to make you mad."

"I'm not mad, baby boy."

"You're not?"

"No, and I'm not disappointed either. It's not that easy to make me angry, I promise."

"But then, why did you punish me?"

"Because you disobeyed me… deliberately. And that has consequences."

Josiah bit his lip, clearly trying to process it all. "But you seemed to enjoy it. My punishment, I mean."

Brody wiggled his hand so-so. "Yes and no. I don't like to see you upset, but I can't deny I love the sight of a well-spanked ass, and fucking you was definitely pleasurable."

"B-but how is that fair?"

Brody grinned. "Who says it's supposed to be fair? You disobeyed me, baby boy. That was your choice, so now you can't complain about the consequences."

Josiah shuffled his feet. "I thought it would be easier. Denali always says he loves spankings."

"Then he either has more tolerance for pain than you, has more experience, and knows how to process it better, or his men go easy on him. Though from what I know about Milan, that's not likely."

"I just… I thought the punishment would be worth it."

"I know you did."

Josiah peeked at him from between those long lashes, and Brody fought to keep his face blank. "That doesn't make you angry?"

"No, baby boy. You're experimenting and pushing boundaries, and that's fine. It'll have consequences, but it doesn't make me mad. Being a brat is fine, as long as you stay on the right side of disrespecting me… and you weren't even close today."

"Oh." Relief filled Josiah's expression. "I never thought of myself as a brat."

"Maybe you aren't. Maybe this was a one-time test to see if Daddy would punish you. Well, I did, so now the choice is yours. And by the way…" Brody walked over to the closet, where he'd put a little bag he'd gotten earlier that morning. He took it out and showed the box to Josiah, whose mouth dropped open. "If you come again without permission, I'll spank you again… but I'll also put your pretty cock in a cage for a week."

"A cock cage?"

"To help you obey me."

Josiah huffed. "That's not helping me. That's punishing me."

"Who says it can't be both?"

"I thought you weren't a sadist."

Funny how close Josiah's thoughts were to his own. "I thought so too, but I can't deny I love seeing you suffer a little for me."

Josiah was quiet for a long time. "I never understood Denali when he said he didn't like pain in itself but he embraced it because it made his Doms happy, Milan especially. It was so hard for me to wrap my head around. But now"—he raised his chin and met Brody's eyes—"now, I think I understand. I didn't like it when you spanked me, but when you fucked me and loved it, that did make me happy. And aroused. Although maybe the pleasure of the fucking was overriding the pain. I don't know. It's all very complicated."

"Come here, baby boy." Brody pulled Josiah close and hugged him tightly. "We'll figure it all out together, I promise. But I need you to remember that when I discipline you, it doesn't mean I'm upset with you. It means that I'm in charge of setting boundaries for you. Boundaries you need."

"I do need them, Daddy. Doesn't mean I have to like them."

The sheer amount of pouting in that statement made Brody smile. "Nope, you don't have to like it. But I will happily ignore your protests or pouting, and if you try to manipulate me with your tears, I'll add to your punishment."

"Okay."

"I love you, baby boy."

"I love you too, Daddy."

Josiah was needy and clingy the rest of the day, constantly on Brody's lap or snuggling with him, but Brody loved it. "How soon can you come to New York?" he asked when they were in bed that night. "Because the thought of being separated from you for three weeks is not a good one."

"I have two more months on my lease."

"I'll pay off your lease if needed. That's a small price to pay to have you with me."

"I'll need to figure out how to get my stuff to you. I don't need to bring everything, but all my sewing materials obviously need to come, including the cabinets to keep everything organized."

"Bring everything you're emotionally attached to or think is practical. If necessary, we can put some things in storage until we decide what to do with them."

"I can't pay much rent."

Brody scoffed. "You're not paying anything. My house is paid off, baby boy, and I will pay for everything else. We'll invest your income for your future or maybe take some nice trips with it together, hmm?"

"You spoil me."

"That's my privilege, baby boy. Both the spanking and the spoiling. It's all part of taking care of you."

Josiah melted against him. "Well then, the answer to your question of how soon I can come to New York is an easy one. As soon as we can arrange for my stuff to be packed and moved to your place. Nothing is keeping me here. And I can't wait to start our life together."

Brody kissed the top of his boy's head. "I can't wait either. Having you with me forever will make me the happiest man on the planet."