Chapter 45

45

Bodhi

This crazy fucker pulled my pants down and put me in the corner, leaving my ass hanging out. And while I stood there feeling his eyes practically groping me, knowing he was watching me obey his command, my body started to shiver. The kind of shiver that indicated everything inside me was being woken up and frightened at the same time.

I’d never felt anything like it, and I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad.

Then he told me he was going to spank me. Gave me a hot little taste by lighting up my ass with one hard smack. It stung.

I liked it.

What kind of weird, kinky shit was this?

Why did I want more?

I’d always been attracted to men with confidence and had no qualms about taking control. I think because I always felt sort of out of control, a little wild, and able to get away with just about anything, the idea of being put in my place was oddly erotic.

In the past year, I’d spiraled more and more, getting away with stuff I shouldn’t have, putting myself in danger, and losing any kind of stability I had, and it turned my attraction into a craving, which then turned into full-blown need.

I sped past the point of no return, unable to rein myself in and recognize limits. The idea of a daddy became sort of a fantasy, something I’d thought about a lot but never imagined I’d find.

But now here I was, literally over Emmett’s knee, and I didn’t hate it.

In fact, I anticipated the burn of his hand, the edge in his voice, and the law he laid down. Maybe if it were anyone other than Emmett, I’d have already gone, but Em had earned my trust. He’d earned my love.

And if he said he thought I needed this, maybe he was right. God knew I had no idea how to control myself. The night at the bridge was proof. Even after I’d escaped the bar, recognizing I didn’t want to be there, I kept drinking. Wandered the dark streets alone. Sat on the railing of a dangerous bridge.

The second I confirmed my safe word, I practically held my breath, waiting for the first slap. It didn’t come. He just sat there, my ass in the air, the cool of the room raising goose bumps on my lower back and thighs. My dick was uncomfortably hard and pinned against Emmett’s thigh. I wanted to thrust against him, let the friction of the lace and his jeans rub me off.

A light touch distracted me, drawing a long whimper from my lips. I stared unseeing at the comforter as his palm caressed my ass one cheek at a time. The touch was gentle and reverent, the way he palmed the globes, then smoothed over them again and again. I panted as his finger slipped beneath the waistband of the thong, my dick starting to leak.

God, he’d barely even touched me, and I was fucking ready to blow.

His hands rounded my lower buttocks and floated over the backs of my thighs. I tried to widen my legs to give him more surface to touch, but the damn sweats held me in place.

It felt as if I lay there so long that the anticipation coiled into rejection, and I felt the sting of tears at the backs of my eyes.

“This is fucking stupid,” I muttered, rocking back to plant my toes and ready to stand. “You’re all talk?—”

The sound of the first smack reverberated around the room, the hit so solid I felt my ass cheek wobble even after he lifted his palm.

I sucked in a breath, body going taut, and I scrambled to get up.

Using his forearm, he pinned me down and slapped me again, this time on the opposite cheek, the sharp sound making me grunt. White-hot pain cracked over my ass, the burn something fierce.

I collapsed against him with a groan, and he delivered two more solid blows back to back, punching the breath from my lungs and making my back arch.

“I’m doing this because I love you, Bodhi. I need you to listen when I talk to you, when I tell you to do something. I need you to hear me. Do you understand?”

I didn’t know why, but the urge to fight back was right there on my tongue. “Fuck off.”

Smack! Smack!

I groaned, the pain so piercing I could think of nothing else. He had smacked the same spot twice, and my ass was on fire.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I roared, trying to wrench up.

“I’m not done,” he said, pinning me back down and swatting my ass twice more. Then he moved down and swatted the backs of my thighs.

I whimpered and clutched the comforter as tears welled in my eyes. My ass was hot, my face was hot, and this was fucking humiliating.

Emmett was beating my ass because I was a brat.

“You’re getting a spanking because you put yourself in danger the other night by going out to a strange bar and not telling anyone where you went.” Smack! “You were hurt and mad, and instead of talking to me, you acted dangerously.” Smack!

“And do you think Daddy didn’t see the outfit you were wearing? You can wear sexy lace tops all you want. For me. You do not go to bars in sexy lingerie and drag strange men into the bathroom.” Smack. Smack. Smack.

My ass was burning, but the stinging pain had given way to deep heat, the kind that loosened my limbs and spread into my lower belly.

The erection that had started to wane was now back to stabbing Emmett impatiently.

“Did you let that man touch you?” Emmett demanded.

I didn’t answer.

Swat. Swat. “Answer your daddy when he asks you a question.”

I sobbed, the answer to the question more painful than the spanking. “Yes.”

His touch turned gentle once more, his palm smoothing over the searing skin of my tender ass. I shivered a little, the contrast between pleasure and pain such a fine, fine line.

“You let another man touch you,” he growled, his voice so unlike his touch.

“But I didn’t like it,” I hurried to say, practically sobbing. “I kneed him in the balls and ran away.”

His fingers traced circles over the small of my back. “And why didn’t you like it?”

“Because he wasn’t you.”

“Very good, baby,” he purred, and I let out a sigh, pressing my hot cheek onto the cool blanket.

“From now on, no one touches you but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I don’t care if you’re mad or jealous. You do not let anyone else touch you,” he reiterated.

I said nothing, lulled by the warm burn and soft touch.

Smack! Smack!

I arched up, crying out.

“You’re also getting this spanking because you shaved your hair and left it all over the bathroom and threw that sexy lingerie in my toilet.”

The only sound in the room for several moments was more spanking and me whining as he literally lit me up.

God, it felt good. I had no idea it would be like this… There was a sense of freedom being perched on his lap and him literally swatting out all the ugly.

It was all congested inside me, knotted up so fiercely that even when I tried, I couldn’t shake it free.

Yes, I’d made progress. Yes, I was a fighter. I’d done well. But I also needed help.

“You shaved off your hair to punish me, didn’t you?” he asked.

My eyes finally started to leak fat, wet tears.

He snapped the waistband of the thong against my hip. “Didn’t you?”

I jolted. “Yes.”

“Because you know how much I love your golden locks. How beautiful they are.”

A cry ripped from my throat. God, I regretted shaving my head. I’d regretted it after the first swipe of the sheers. But it was too late to turn back, and I was so pissed.

“Yes!” I wailed.

“Did you think I wouldn’t love you the same? Did you think you could push me away by shaving off all those golden waves?”

“Yes!”

His palm cupped the back of my buzzed head, rubbing the short, stubbly hair. His skin was hot as though he’d absorbed some of the heat from my ass.

“You were wrong. Long hair down your back or no hair at all, you are still my Goldilocks. You will always be my Goldilocks, and nothing you do will ever push me away. Go ahead and try if you need to. You’ll get your punishment, and then we’ll move on with our lives and I will love you still.”

More tears rolled down my cheeks, and I buried my face in the mattress, folding my arms around my face to hide the way I was utterly coming apart.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Taking your punishment just like I knew you would. Just let it all out right now. Go ahead and cry. Let it go, and when it’s over you’ll feel better.”

I nodded against the bed, unable to find the words to say.

“There’s one more thing you need to be punished for,” he said, and I stiffened.

“No. No more.”

“If you don’t want any more, you know what to say.”

I bit down on my tongue because I did want this. I wanted everything Emmett could give me.

“You lied to me today. You lied about your condition, your soreness, and your ability to swim,” he said. The disappointment in his voice was horrible. The underlying anger made my stomach cramp.

I squirmed on his lap, and he started spanking again. This time, he didn’t stop, just moved from one side of my ass to the other, swatting lightly and then smacking with his full palm. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room, and I pushed back against his hand for more, then tried to get away.

My whole body ignited, my chaotic mind eerily quiet, which made room for everything he said.

“Don’t ever lie to me, Bodhi. Ever. If I ask you about your condition, you tell me what it is. If you aren’t feeling well mentally or physically, you tell me immediately. I love you. I want to be here for you for all of it. I can’t help you deal if you aren’t honest with me.”

I buried my face, ears burning.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you lie to me today?” he asked.

I didn’t answer, and he laid into me again until I was trying to get away.

“Because I knew you wanted me to swim!” I yelled.

He stopped spanking, his palm lying flat against my ass. “What?”

“I knew you wanted me to swim. I didn’t want to embarrass you by sitting on the bleachers. I didn’t want Elite to look bad because of me,” I explained.

He let out a broken sound and rubbed my lower back. “You could never embarrass me. Ever. And I would never want you to put your own well-being at risk for me. In the future, don’t assume things like that, just come to me and talk. Whenever. Wherever. I will always have time for you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I collapsed onto his lap, utterly spent. It was a good feeling, though, not empty but calm.

“Punishment is over, sweetheart,” Emmett murmured. “God, your ass is beautiful that shade of red.”

I pushed up onto my elbow to glance around. My ass was definitely red.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I go too hard for your first time?”

I shook my head and lay back down. “No. You were right. I needed that.”

“Mmm,” he hummed.

“How’d you know?”

“Some people just need a little extra push to release everything they lock up.”

A sour taste coated my tongue. “Like Lance?”

Em made a noise. “Ah, no.”

Good. I hated the idea of Emmett doing this with anyone else. I didn’t ask about it, though, because I wanted to enjoy this floaty high a little longer.

On instinct, I thrust, my dick begging for attention. The friction was delicious, and I moaned.

“I think someone liked his punishment a bit too much,” he cooed.

I stilled. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. I’m glad you liked it.”

“It hurt at first,” I said honestly.

“But then?”

“But then it mellowed into something else… something better.”

I thrust again, this time rocking my side against the boulder in Emmett’s jeans. “You obviously liked it too,” I said knowingly.

He groaned. “Having you laid out in my lap? Watching your ass jiggle and pinken while framed by pink lace? Oh, baby, you’re damn right I loved it.”

“Maybe you should reward me for taking my punishment so well,” I teased.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?”

I wiggled against him, shivering a little when the lace rubbed just right. “ Daddy .”

“Hold still a minute,” he murmured, leaning over to reach for something.

The snap of a cap filled the room, and I smiled against the bed.

“First, I’m going to put lotion on you. Your ass will thank me later.”

I winced when he spread the cool lotion over me, but as he rubbed, it warmed and felt nice. So nice I started humping his leg.

“Are you comfortable like this?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

“Comfortable enough for me to prep you?”

I arched my back, pushing my ass up to make it even easier.

“First, these,” he said, tugging the thong down and removing it with my pants.

Once my bottoms were gone, I spread my thighs, and he drizzled the lubrication over my crack. It was cool and slippery, dripping in every crevice it found. His fingers were eager and thorough as he spread it along my entire slit and rubbed the underside of my balls.

“You’re beautiful,” he told me, voice all husky and deep.

When his hands parted my cheeks, I whimpered a little because the soreness was setting in. But the tip of his finger at my entrance chased all that away.

“You can come whenever you want, sweetheart.” He dragged his finger around my rim. “In thirty seconds or five minutes, I don’t care. No matter when it happens, that orgasm is mine, so just let me please you.”

I nodded, and he dipped his finger into me, opening me slowly as he tugged my balls with his free hand. The tugging coupled with the invasion had my lips parting and little ah, ah, ahs falling from my lips.

I was squirming, completely lost to desire, when his finger bottomed out and crooked slightly to brush my prostate. I gasped and then let out a long, low moan.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“So good,” I said, practically drooling.

“Lie out on the bed for me,” he said, slowly dragging his finger from my body.

I protested, begging for more, and he promised to give it as soon as I complied.

I was so boneless that he had to help me, and I fell back onto the bed, practically starfished on the mattress.

He stood and made short work of his clothes, my hazy eyes hungrily eating up every inch of skin he revealed. His dick appeared bigger than usual, swollen and angry as if it were denied too long. I licked my lips, remembering how sweet and salty he tasted.

Seeing my reaction, he straddled my chest and held his dick right to my lips. I opened instantly, and he fed me his shaft. That salty tang I had anticipated burst over my tastebuds. I moaned, eyes drifting closed as I sucked and licked. He grunted, and I lifted my head, trying to take him deeper, but my neck was too wobbly to support its weight and I fell back with a whimper.

Chuckling, he rose to his knees and braced his palms above the headboard. I pushed a pillow under my head, and he thrust between my lips, pushing as deep as I had tried to take him before. My eyes rolled back in my head and I lay there slack-jawed while he fucked my face, and I humped the air and leaked all over my stomach.

Too soon, he pulled back and slid down my body, pushing one finger back into me as though it had never left. Gasping, I planted my feet flat on the bed and let my thighs fall open. He added more lube to my crack, my balls, and then my dick.

After a few moments, he had two fingers in me, and the tips were pressed right against my prostate. It felt so good that I threw my head back, neck straining as my body teetered on the edge. He massaged the spot as if he knew exactly how to stroke and backed off right before I blew.

My dick jerked and wept everywhere until I strained and my moans echoed in the bedroom.

And then his lips closed around my dick, hot, wet mouth gliding all the way to the base. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucked as his fingers pressed and rubbed against that spot inside me.

I shot off like a rocket, arching as I unloaded down his throat, the orgasm taking over my entire body and mind until I was a tense ball of pleasure, writhing in his hold.

He sucked me until I collapsed onto the bed, then pulled off and kissed my tip. After easing his fingers out of me, he opened the lube, and I cracked one eye open to see him on his knees between my thighs.

“Can you handle more?” he asked softly.

“Will you come inside me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Please.”

Although I was more relaxed than ever before, his swollen head was still a tight fit, and I panted as he pushed it in.

When he finally bottomed out, I smiled and wiggled on the fullness.

“Goldilocks.”

I opened my eyes to see his right above me, more golden than green tonight.

“I love you so much, baby,” he murmured. “So goddamn much.”

“I love you too.”

He started to move then, thrusting his giant daddy dick and making me forget that tomorrow even existed.