Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

ROCCO

That beautiful ass high in the air almost has me saying fuck the spanking and sinking into him. Since I saw him earlier, I've wanted to know what he felt like, what he looked like unclothed. I saw most of his body when he danced for me, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see him completely nude. Now that I am, I want to keep seeing it.

I'm not going to jump the gun though. He might not be into playing with me again. So, I'll take what I can get from him right now.

A faint moan drifts from his lips when I palm his ass, rubbing lightly over the smooth flesh. Sage turns his head to the side, his lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. "Say ‘red' if you want me to stop. ‘Yellow' if you need a break. ‘Green' if you're good. What color are you right now, boy?"

"Green, daddy," he says quickly.

"Good." After rubbing over his ass cheeks for another few seconds, I get down to it. Raising my hand, I bring it down on his flesh. I don't use all my strength, wanting to test Sage's limits first.

"Fuck," he mutters, biting his lip.

"Green?"

"Really fucking green," he murmurs in a breathy tone.

I chuckle as I bring my hand down again on the opposite cheek. He moans sweetly again, rotating his hips. His hard dick pushes against my thigh and I'm itching to touch him there. But not until I have his ass nice and red.

Again and again, I spank him, watching his ass go from a faint pink blush to a fiery red. I can feel the warmth of his skin under my palm. Sage is a sobbing mess under me, but his face is pure bliss. I've asked several times if he's green and he agrees.

After one last slap, I pull Sage up and take him into my arms. "You did good, sweet boy. So good. I'm so proud of you," I murmur reassurances in his hair as he cries on my shoulder. My cock twitches at the sound of his cries and the feel of his tears on my skin. "You made daddy proud."

"Thank you, daddy," he whispers back. "Is crying … normal?"

"Oh yes, baby boy. Did it feel good?"

"Yes. Really good." He sounds almost shy to admit it. I pull his face from my shoulder and meet his watery eyes. "I never thought a spanking would feel good. I almost …" He ducks his head, a blush high on his cheeks.

It takes me a moment to understand what he wants to say, and I smile. "You almost came." He nods jerkily. "You don't get to come until I tell you to come. Understand?"

Sage gasps, but nods more vigorously. Oh yeah, this boy is a natural. "I understand."

"Good." I stand with him in my arms, making his gasp again and wrap his legs around my waist. "I'm not done with you yet." I set him down on the bed, easing him to the top. I pull a blindfold from my pocket and hold it up for him to see. "Green?"

"Green."

Before I slide it over his head, I bend down and hover over his lips. Sage's eyes grow hazy as he holds his breath. I could drag it out, make him earn a kiss, but I want to know what those lips feel like. Waiting any longer is only torturing myself.

Sliding my hand under his head, I pull him up slightly and plant my lips on his. Fuck, his lips are soft and warm, sweet and pliant under mine. Sage moans, arching up into me as he wraps his arms around my neck. He pulls me in, opening for me quickly. My fingers tighten in his hair as I hold him to my mouth, kissing him over and over until I get my fill. I don't think I'll ever get my fill, so I reluctantly pull my mouth from his.

"Wow," Sage whispers, his eyes glassy and his lips swollen from my kiss. "I thought … I expected … wow. Not that. If you'd kissed me any longer, I might have blown my load."

Chuckling, I peck him once on the lips. "Not until I say."

He nods and gives me that mischievous grin. "I'll try."

I slap the side of his ass, making him hiss and moan. "You'd better or I'll have to punish you for not listening."

"Is punishment another spanking?"

"It's not a punishment if you like it." Sage grins at me again as I slip the blindfold over his head. I wave my hand in front of his face to ensure he can't see me. "For tonight, do you trust me?" I whisper. Sage pauses for only a moment, then nods. I raise his hands up to the headboard and tell him to hold them there. Then I pull out two sets of handcuffs from my nightstand drawer. I'm sure he wants to ask about them, but he stays quiet as I clamp them on his wrists. I pull his body down until his arms are almost fully extended and he's flat on his back.

Then, I reach into my pocket and grab a pair of Bluetooth earbuds. I slip them into his ears. I pull my phone from my pocket and turn on soft R and B, the same music he gyrated his ass to while I watched and couldn't touch.

"Sage?" He doesn't even flinch, so I know he can't hear me. I slide off the bed and move over to my closet, pulling down a box that I haven't used in years.

It's been a while since I've played with someone like this. I've had boys for the night, but no one like Sage. No one that seems so eager to let me do with them what I want without question. Like I told him in the car, he must have a death wish and before the night is over, I'll give him more than one little death.

Sage is right where I left him when I exit the closet, the only movement the rapid rising and falling of his chest. Since he can't see or hear me, he's on high alert. Even though he doesn't know what to expect, his cock is still hard, sticking straight up in the air.

I'm not careful with my movements as I climb on the bed so Sage knows where I am and I don't startle him. I set the box down and flick it open, pulling out some supplies—a soft glove, a feather tickler, a small plug and a bottle of lube.

After sliding the glove on my hand, I drag my hand up Sage's thigh. He jumps but relaxes immediately. He hums as I rub along his torso. I play with his nipples, teasing the soft buds until they're puckered for me. I want to lick and suck them, but not yet. Not until I have him so gone off me, he's begging and pleading for me to fuck him.

I drag my gloved hand down to his balls, tugging them and rolling them in my palm. Sage moans and thrusts his hips up, grunting in frustration when I bypass his cock and rub along the juncture of his thighs.

His breathy moans bounce off the ceiling and burrow into my ears, making my cock lengthen in my pants. A faint blush blooms all over Sage's body, turning his pale skin a light pink hue.

He widens his legs when I urge them open and dip down to his hole with the glove. "Fuck," he moans low in his throat. "That feel so good." I circle his pucker, feeling it twitch under my ministrations. I keep teasing him, barely brushing a finger over him, then using more force, almost as if I want to push inside. Sage bears down, trying to get me inside, but I move my finger before he can. I do this again and again, loving that Sage is a writhing mess for me.

Once I have him relaxed under my teasing, I remove my gloved hand and pick up the lube. I apply some generously to the fingers of my other hand, and dip back to his hole. I smear lube on the ridged edges, then gently inch a finger inside. He's so fucking tight. I have to swallow thickly and hold myself in place so I don't climb on top of him and shove inside.

"Ahhh," Sage groans, his back arching as I push into him to the hilt. I drag my finger almost all the way out, the thrust it back in. Over and over, I tease him this way, watching how he pants and moans, how his hips move to fuck my finger. I slowly drag my gloved hand back to his nipples, teasing and pulling on the hard buds. Sage begs and pleads, moaning as I play my games with him.

Two fingers, then three enter him, his channel clamping down on my digits like he doesn't want to let them go. I search around, looking for that spongy part inside him that'll drive him mad.

I know I've found it when his back bows off the bed and he cries out loud enough to rock my eardrums. His cock twitches and leaks precome, the fluid oozing from his cockhead to slide down his shaft. "Please," he whispers, moving his hips faster. "Keep going. I'm so close. I'm almost there."

Smiling, I push against his prostate a few more times, until I think he'll lose his fucking mind, then I ease my fingers back. "Rocco … daddy, please," he begs, biting his lip as he pulls against his cuffs. Fuck, I might end up teasing myself as much I tease him. "Please let me come."

He can't see or hear me, so I don't bother answering him. I simply remove my fingers from his hole, giving it one final pat before moving my hand away from his body. Sage sobs in disappointment, tears leaking from under his blindfold. I can't help it—I bend down to his face and lick them up, tasting his arousal and frustration.

Fuck, I can't wait to take this boy. Soon. I'm almost done playing so I can have him. But first, I want to edge him for a little while longer.

It'll make his little death worth the effort.