Chapter 15

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

B ran rolled his eyes as he turned the corner onto the cul de sac the house sat on. The same two idiot photographers who’d already been chased away and warned more times than he could remember were trying to see through the windows. And now they had private property signs up on their and the neighbors’s lawns. He made sure the dash cam was recording their presence, then he honked as they came running and blocked the driveway to the garage, trying to get pictures of the inside of his car.

He pressed the button to close the garage door behind him once he was in and turned off the engine. Then he hit dial to call his lawyer. He’d get this dealt with here in the garage before going in. If it was just him and Silas, he wouldn’t even bother. He figured the photogs would eventually get bored and go. But it upset their boy, and he wasn’t having that.

They’d consulted with Dominick about security, and he’d suggested they might want to get a lawyer involved if they were really serious about getting the paparazzi out of their hair for good. “Dom It’s Bran, thanks for taking my call.”

“Always. Is this regarding the problem we spoke about the other day?”

“Yep. We put up the no-trespassing signs a few days ago. All the neighbors were happy to have one on theirs as well as we paid for them. We took video the last few times we ran them off, and I have the dash cam video from today—it includes the no-trespassing signs in the background. I think it’s time for the next step.”

“Yes. Restraining orders. I’ll take care of it and let you know once the two who have been showing up have been served. Then, if you see them on your block, you call the cops.”

“Thanks, Dom. I appreciate it.”

“And I appreciate your business.” He could hear the wink in Dom’s voice.

Chuckling, he cut the call, pocketed his phone, and headed in to see if Silas or Jamie were home yet.

He could hear typing, and it sounded angry, like Jamie was having a fight.

Huh. Interesting. Did that mean their boy was upset? Or were the characters fighting? Or were the words fighting him? He took a moment to decide if he should go and see, then decided he would. If Jamie didn’t want to be interrupted, he would say so, and Bran could bow out easily enough. If he did want or need to be interrupted, then it would be Daddy to the rescue.

He called out before he got to Jamie’s study door. “I’m home!”

“I’m in a bad mood, fair warning.”

Okay, that was clear.

His boy had not told him to go away, had not said he wanted to be alone, which invited him to ask, “Can I ask why?”

“Someone flew a drone over to our windows. I flipped it off. It’s on Twitter now.” Jamie seemed more angry than scared. “A bunch of the guys called me to warn me and offer to stay with me until you got home, but I said no. It was sweet, though.”

“Good for you for flipping it off! And give me the link, I’ll send it to the lawyer and have it added to the evidence for the restraining order. I’m glad your friends have your back, boy.” He went over to Jamie to give him a no doubt much-needed hug.

Jamie pushed into his arms, and there was a hint of a shiver, a shake. “Assholes.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry they haven’t backed off, but they’re about to, or wind up in jail. We’re getting a restraining order and as soon as we have it, we can call the cops whenever they show up and get them arrested.” Bran knew it was the same couple of photographers stalking his boy.

“Good. I’m a private citizen, right? I’m not in the public eye.”

“Even if you’re in the public eye, you’re entitled to privacy in your own home. But yes, you are a private citizen, you aren’t making movies anymore. While you are the most beautiful boy I know, there’s otherwise no reason to be hassling you.”

“I agree. I don’t want to be bothered. I want to live my life in peace.”

“So you should. It’s a good life, eh?” Bran tightened his hold on Jamie. “And we’ve got this. We are going to make it so much more trouble than a few photos of you are worth that they won’t ever bother you again.”

“Good. Good. I love it here. I’ve been working hard. I’m happy. You two are happy. They need to FUCK OFF.”

Ooh… swearing.

“While I agree with the sentiment, that was a swear word, boy. And what have we said about swearing?” He couldn’t keep the smile from his voice. His hand loved Jamie’s ass. Very much.

“It doesn’t count.”

“It doesn’t?” He was looking forward to this.

Jamie shook his head. “Nope. Those fuckers are assholes, and I fucking hate them.”

“Again, I agree with the sentiment, Jamie, but this is the last time I will allow such language.” He wasn’t giving their boy carte blanche to swear under any circumstances.

“That’s not fair!”

“Fair has nothing to do with it. That’s the rule.”

“What if I’m mad?”

“If you want a spanking, then go for it, but if you don’t want to be punished, then you find another way to express it.” It was as simple as that, and he wasn’t backing down. He knew that having to be careful with his words could help Jamie calm down, or that if he was that upset, a spanking could be a great help.

“But you won’t be mad either way?”

“Not at you, no.” He would be mad at the paparazzi if they continued on with this harassment, but he knew Jamie meant specifically at him. “Also, I will never meet out a punishment in anger. If I’m angry and a punishment has been earned, I will wait until I’ve calmed down.”

“Okay, but if I need a spanking. If I need this, I can cuss, and you’ll know?”

“Yes. Now that I’ve been very clear about you not being allowed to cuss, even about the stalkers, I will know if you swear because you need us.”

Jamie leaned in, whispering low. “I just needed to make sure I understood.”

“Good deal. Did you want to tell me about how you feel about the paparazzi again, then?”

“I. Fucking. Hate. Them.”

It gave him a thrill along his spine that Jamie knew what he wanted and was willing to ask for it like this. “Well, I don’t like them either, but you’re not allowed to use that kind of language, so we’re going to go to the playroom and I’m going to give you your punishment.”

“No…” Jamie nodded, though.

“Absolutely yes.” He took Jamie’s hand and led him to the playroom. If Jamie needed to fight more about it, he would be happy to oblige. Or they could just do the spanking.

“I hate this—I hate that they’re fucking bothering me.”

“I know. I’m pretty sure ten swats will help you with that. Put your focus elsewhere.” They went into the playroom, and he turned on the lights.

He loved this room. It was warm and cozy, the perfect place for a boy to let go and give in to his Daddies, and they’d had an exceptional weekend here, introducing Jamie to so much.

He pondered whether to put Jamie over the bench or over his knee, and his knee won out. It was more personal. He sat in the big easy chair in the corner. “All right, boy, take off your jeans and underwear and assume the position.”

“What would you do if I said no?” The question was offered without anger.

“I’d remind you that refusing your punishment will earn you more punishment.” And if spanking wasn’t doing it for Jamie anymore, he could totally find other methods. He was pretty sure, though, that Jamie was simply curious.

“Oh. That makes sense.” Jamie’s hands were shaking as he unfastened his fly.

Bran reached out and put his hand on top of Jamie’s, gave them a little squeeze. “Let me do it, boy.”

“Thank you,” Jamie whispered. “I’m a little overwhelmed, Daddy.”

“Yes, I can see that.” He brought Jamie’s hands to his lips and kissed them softly. “I’m here to help you.” He took over the job of undoing Jamie’s jeans, then tugged them down off his hips. “Step up, baby boy. Daddy will help. You’ll have your spanking and let go.”

Jamie hesitated, so he reached for his boy’s hand again and tugged him closer. Then patted his legs. Jamie could do this. Jamie wanted to do this.

Jamie nodded, eyes filling with tears. “I love you.”

Then Jamie draped himself over Bran’s lap.

“I love you, baby boy. So very much.” He rubbed Jamie’s ass, the bubble butt perfect and warm beneath his palm. “I’m going to spank you now. Ten swats. You should count them.”

“Ten. I understand.” Jamie grabbed his calf and squeezed.

“Good boy.” He gave Jamie a good, solid swat. He needed his boy to focus on his ass instead of the paparazzi.

“One. I’m still mad.”

“I know.” He swatted again, the other cheek this time. “Tell me about it.”

“Two. I walked away. I’ve earned my peace. I’ve done everything right.”

“You have. Can you do anything to make them stop?” He landed this swat in the middle of Jamie’s ass.

“No! Stings!” Jamie jerked, almost humping his leg.

“It’s supposed to sting, and if you don’t count, the ones you miss get added at the end.” He gave that warning and waited to give Jamie a chance to say three before he swatted again.

“Two. You’re no fair!” Jamie squeezed his leg, holding on tight.

If Jamie thought they were at two, then they would be at two, so he didn’t correct his boy. “No, I’m your Daddy.” Then he swatted again, a little harder this time, giving Jamie a chance to scream and shout and let all his anger out.

“Mean!” Jamie was beginning to relax, though. It didn’t take much.

“What swat was that?” he demanded.

“Three! It was three. So mean to me.”

“That’s right. And it’s the last time I’m reminding you to count your swats.” He gave that lovely ass another swat. admiring the way it was starting to blush a lovely pink.

“Four. Stop it.” Jamie wiggled, though, tension easing.

“You know when I’ll stop.” He swatted again, letting his hand fly. It was starting to get as warm as Jamie’s ass was looking.

“Five. No. No more. Daddy…” Sweet, needy boy.

“I’ve got you, baby boy. I’ve got you.” He put his free hand on Jamie’s back between his shoulders, then gave Jamie another spank.

“Love you, Daddy. Six.”

“Mmmm, and I love you, baby boy. So very much.” And he bounced his hand off Jamie’s reddening ass again.

“Very much. Please. Seven.”

“Please what?” He wanted to let Jamie get it all out. He swatted again.

“Please, don’t stop…”

“I won’t stop. And you skipped eight so there will be one more after the tenth.” He rubbed Jamie’s shoulders and hit Jamie’s ass another time.

Jamie counted for the last few, but then Bran kept on, tapping gently, alternating it with rubbing Jamie’s ass to make it burn. He needed Jamie to know that he was right here, that he saw Jamie and always would.

Jamie hummed softly, melting over his legs with a sigh.

Smiling, he bent as much as he could to drop a brief kiss on his boy’s ass. “I love you, boy.”

“I love you. Are you going to fix it? I want our lives to be ours.”

“I’m fixing it. I promise. It won’t be overnight. Those assholes will have to find out the hard way that we’re actually serious about them leaving us alone, but they will.”

“Hey.” Silas came into the room and headed right for them. “Look at the two of you.”

He smiled warmly at Silas, his hands continuing to move on Jamie’s skin. “Hey, lover. You have perfect timing. We’re at the loving part of a punishment.”

“Punishment?” Silas came right over to crouch by them, adding his touch to Jamie’s body.

“Boy? You want to tell him?”

“I was mad about the photographers. I cussed.” That was the short answer, of course…

“Repeatedly,” he told Silas, giving his lover a wink. Silas would know as well as he did that the repetition was important in this case.

“Ah. Well, you took your punishment, didn’t you? Are you doing better now?” Silas reached out, nails sliding over the pink skin.

“Yes!”

“You want cuddles, boy? There’s a big bed right here and you have two daddies who want nothing more than to take care of you.” He and Silas would give Jamie the world.

“Please. Yes, Daddy. Pretty please.”

Silas’s expression was pure bliss. “Such a good boy.”

He waited for Silas to strip and settle on the bed before helping Jamie get up and move over to the bed. Then he pulled his own clothes off and joined them. Two daddies with their boy.