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  The air in the lift seemed to disappear and I wasn’t sure if it was from the accusation and distress on Scott’s face or the thought of what was under the top he wore. Had he dressed up for me? The very idea derailed my thoughts.

  “Are you going to explain yourself? Because this ain’t going any further. I knew this was a mistake. I should never have downloaded that bloody app.” The rant continued as Scott stood, his body vibrating.

  Slowly getting up, my backside complaining about being sat on the hard floor, I crowded Scott, making sure I had his full attention. “Firstly, I am going to spank you for jumping to conclusions, right after we clear this up. I’m single and have been for months now. Brody moved to the Isle of Man to be with his new partner.”

  The painful memory of Brody and Nick’s recent visit left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was happy for my ex now I’d done some soul searching. My behaviour was less than stellar and I wasn’t ever going to be able to make up for some of my actions, but at least his visit allowed me to see past the hate. Hate that really should have been directed at the person it belonged to: me. The self-loathing I’d been left with was a bitter pill to swallow.

  Every day since then, I worked on trying to be a better person. Though Rome wasn’t built in a day and I needed constant reminders that it was okay to be me and show who I was.

  The gleam of need in Scott’s eyes pulled me from my own internal battles. Now was not the time to debate if I was able to make myself into a better man. What I needed to do was show Scott that I could be a better man, and accept my mistakes.

  “Does that clear up your worries about my single status?”

  His quick nod and quivering lip settled my churning gut.

  “Do you still feel this is a mistake? I’m not going to take this any further if that’s how you feel. We need to both want this, Scott, and until I’m sure we do, nothing is going to happen between us.” I held my breath, waiting to see what he’d say to my ultimatum. I didn’t have to wait long.

  “I want this more than anything, this chance to be your boy, if only for a few hours. But I don’t want to be someone’s secret. I’m not good at pretending and if you’d come into the restaurant with Brody I don’t know how I’d have coped.” He shrugged, his face revealing his vulnerability to me.

  His words stabbed at my heart when he’d mentioned this only lasting a couple of hours. Did I want more?

  The Daddy side of my personality roared to life answering the question. I lifted Scott up so he was eye level. “Once we start this scene, you’ll be my boy, no questions asked. You will do as you’re told and follow my instructions, understood?” His dilated pupils and the desire I could easily read on his face answered my questions, but I waited for him to reply.

  His brow pinched for a moment, “I thought we’d already started Daddy.” A shy smile lit his face as he lowered his gaze in submission. My heart leapt in my chest and made it nearly impossible to keep myself in check.

  I lowered Scott to the floor and took a step back, my foot catching the bag I’d forgotten about. Glancing down, I kept the devilish thoughts running through my head to myself for the moment.

  With the decision made, I went to pick up the bag and then my eyes travelled to Scott’s. I stood back up, other ideas crowding my mind. “I think it’s time for your punishment. Strip off your top and jeans.”

  His sharp inhale and his gaze lifting to mine left me struggling to hold on to my control. When he hesitated, I lowered my voice. “Do as Daddy says, or else I will need to find you another punishment.”

  The speed at which his hands moved to unzip his jeans would have been funny, if not for the sexual tension gripping me by the balls. My cock strained against the fabric of my trousers. My free hand dropped to try and find a more comfortable position, only it didn’t get a chance to do more than touch my throbbing erection before Scott’s jeans opened to reveal the black silk and lace underwear beneath.

  Swallowing became impossible, the saliva in my mouth deserted me, much the same as the blood in my head. A wave of dizziness swept through me at the delicious sight before me. When Scott stepped out of his shoes, and then his trousers, to reveal his pale tattooed legs and sexy underwear, I lost the ability to speak.

  My brain was scrambled. I’d no clue he had so much body art. His thighs were covered in intricate black patterns that encircled his whole leg. The pale skin made the tattoos stand out. The silky piece of material barely containing his straining cock added to the overall effect.

  He was stunning. The air trapped in my lungs whooshed out as his arms lifted and he peeled off his top to show off the matching lacy top stretched over his slim torso. My thighs quivered and I locked my legs together. The urge to come struck lightning-fast and my hand squeezed my achingly hard cock to stave off the desperate need.

  “You’re stunning. Fuck! Look at you.” My husky words received a sultry smile as Scott dropped his top to the ground and stood tall under my inspection.

  His glazed expression and heaving chest showed he was as excited to show himself off as I was to see him like this. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine this. I wasn’t even sure, when he’d mentioned the underwear and sent me the picture, it would have this effect on me in person.

  I didn’t like it, fuck, that was such an insipid word for what I was feeling. I loved how he looked. Everything about him appealed, the underwear, the pale skin, fuck, even the tattoos, something I’d always considered crass, made him stunning to me.

  “Turn around, let me see all of you.” The rasped demand was all it took for Scott to slowly pivot after stepping away from his clothes. His small bottom was a perfect handful. The pert cheeks called for me to take a bite, especially encased in the black lacy silk.

  “Why did you pick that outfit?”

  He slowly turned around, a level of uncertainty in his eyes as they moved to meet mine. “I… I wanted to please you… and…” His breathy response halted, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

  “You can tell me, I won’t judge you for your choices. And just an FYI, the moment you took off your clothes I had to stop myself from coming in my trousers like some pubescent teenager.” I kept going, pretending my flushed cheeks were from the heat of the lift and not embarrassment at my confession. “That never happened to me, even when I was a teenager.”

  I chuckled at how he squirmed and his cock attempted to peak past the band of his lacy pants.

  “You like that Daddy is struggling.” It wasn’t so much a question, more of a statement, but he nodded, his eyes gleaming as he licked his lush lips and his gaze lowered to my crotch.

  Not wanting to let him get away without answering my question, I spoke using a domineering tone. “You didn’t finish answering my question. Why did you pick that particular outfit?”

  A pink hue covered his cheeks and his eyes flickered to mine then away.

  Oh that would not do.

  “Eyes on me, sweet boy.” As I spoke, I stepped into him. Smelling his arousal, I lowered my mouth to his ear and whispered, “That’s another punishment. If I remember correctly we must be up to six now.” My fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the soft lace under my fingertips. I stopped over his nipple and slowly drew my nail over the bud until it peaked out further. Plucking it between my fingers I tweaked it hard enough to make him moan and his hips to jerk forward. “Now tell Daddy about this outfit.”

  His body quivered as he attempted to keep still. “I bought it when you mentioned you liked black when we were messaging.”

  He gasped as I rewarded him for his honesty. I tugged on his nipple before I licked a path from his ear to his mouth. “Oh you remembered that did you? And you went out to buy something to please your Daddy? Now that deserves a reward.” I nibbled at the corner of his parted lips, teasing him. “What reward would you like Daddy to give you?” I know what I wanted, fuck, I wanted everything, I wanted to devour him whole.

  “Kiss me again, Daddy, please.”

  His h
ead moved, his lips already seeking mine. I let him take control for a moment and initiate the kiss. But the moment he opened to me, I seized back control and cupped his face to hold him captive while I devoured his sweet mouth. The moans and whimpers filling my mouth left me needy in ways I’d never felt before. In my past relationships I’d switched, my preference to top was put aside when I picked dominant men. With the knowledge I could let go and be me, I embraced the side I’d kept hidden most of my life.

  Controlling Scott, I only released his mouth when his body melted against mine in surrender.

  He panted as I released his lips, “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”

  “Oh, don’t fear, I’m not going to stop sweet boy, but I promised you a spanking and I don’t break my promises.”

  Scott

  The gleam in Luke’s eyes warned of what was to come. I wasn’t sure who was more excited at the prospect of the spanking, me or him. My head quirked to the side when the bag he’d brought with him became his focus again.

  What the hell did have in the bag?

  I didn’t have to wait long to find out when he pulled out a small black butt plug, lube and if I wasn’t mistaken, a cock ring. Shit, he’d come prepared. My arse clenched as my cock throbbed at the idea of being denied an orgasm.

  His hands full, he gave me a wicked smile that I felt all the way down to the tip of my leaking cock.

  “Let’s get you situated first, then Daddy can spank his naughty boy.”

  My mouth opened then shut, the words dying when Luke shook his head. The look was very clear, do not ask questions. I kept them to myself for now and waited to see what he was going to do.

  The floor under my feet shifted and I was suddenly reminded of where we were. My chest seized as the air that wanted out refused to leave my lungs. I wrapped my arms around my chest, my eyes now on the door. Was the lift going to plummet to the ground?

  “Whatever is going on inside that pretty head of yours?”

  The anxiousness I could hear brought my gaze back to Luke. “Is this lift safe? It doesn’t feel safe the way it keeps moving.” Then it suddenly dawned on me that if something did happen, they’d find me dressed in silk and lace underwear. The colour drained from my face. What would my parents think?

  Oh no, don’t even think about that.

  My arousal wilted at the very idea of my parents having to identify me, dressed in my sexy underwear.

  “This lift is perfectly safe, I promise. Look at me, sweet boy. Now.”

  The command pulled me from my panicked thoughts and I blurted out, “What if we end up squished and my parents have to come and identify my body?” On speaking my fear, my gaze dropped and I went to bend and grab my clothes. My hands shook, then froze.

  “Don’t even think about putting your clothes back on.” The husky growl brought my cock back to life, even when I wanted to curse.

  “Daddyyy… I’m scared!” I blinked back the tears that wanted to spill. My emotions were all over the place. I was starting to think it would have been safer to have made a date with a roller coaster, even though I was terrified of those too. At least I knew that would have ended in a few minutes, this torture was going to last for hours.

  What did I say about mentioning that? I found myself having an internal argument, that was interrupted when a hand took hold of my chin and tugged on it.

  “I know you’re scared. But listen to Daddy and hear what I’m saying. I will not let anything bad happen to you. This lift is safe. It’s temperamental, a bit like you. But all it needs is a little TLC and it will be working perfectly. I’m also thinking all you need is a little TLC and we’ll have you back to normal too.”

  A watery chuckle escaped as Luke kept his gaze fixed on me. The truth shone out of his eyes, and though I didn’t know him well enough to know if the trust I felt was real, I went with it. I gave him a nod. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll try not to let it worry me.”

  His brow rose and a mischievous twinkle came to life in his gaze. “Oh, that won’t do. Now you’ve challenged me to make you forget all about your worries.” The wolfish smile gave me goosebumps all over my body as he released my chin. “Now, where was I?”

  I glanced at the large hand still holding the butt plug, packets of lube and cock ring. His gaze followed mine and the twinkling light in his eyes increased. “Yes, now I remember,” he chuckled evilly.

  Like he’d forgotten, yeah right.

  I knew fine well he’d forgotten nothing, but I wasn’t stupid enough to point that out.

  The slight shift of the floor again made my pulse spike, that was until Daddy lowered himself to the floor. He placed the things he’d been holding next to him, then removed his suit jacket and tie. He spread his thighs and patted his leg, “Come here and lay face down over my lap.”

  Kneeling down on the floor, I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, working on figuring out how to do what Luke wanted without my head jamming up against the opposite wall. It was only then that I really noticed how tight the space was. It took all my willpower not to let the thought take hold as I stretched across his legs. Wiggling so that my cock was not trapped against his thigh but between his legs, I placed my forearms on the floor and lay my head on them and brought my knees in close to his thigh.

  A low groan followed the move and I lifted my bottom up, impatient to get started. It had been years since I’d felt the heat burning through my body from a good spanking and my belly danced with excitement.

  Warm skin touched my lacy covered bottom, slowly caressing the material. I shivered as the gentleness of the touch ramped up my desire, knowing it wouldn’t remain so gentle for long. My eyelids grew heavy as large hands continued to explore my body. I groaned at the feel of Luke’s strong hands massaging my tense muscles.

  “Your body is beautiful,” Luke said, his voice several octaves lower.

  The sexy tone made it difficult for me to keep still. My cock thrummed and I could see I’d made an error having it hang between Luke’s thighs. It left me with nothing to gain any friction against, with the exception of my panties. I groaned when he continued to torture me with caresses.

  It seemed to last an eternity before he slipped my underwear down. “Lift up your hips.”

  The growl brooked no argument, not that I wanted to. I was more than happy to get to the next stage, whatever that was going to be. Once he’d removed the scrap of lacy fabric, he spread my legs wider. His hand lowered between my thighs and took hold of my cock, stroking me firmly.

  Clenching my eyes shut, I panted and groaned, thrusting into his warm, firm grip. The next thing I felt was the sharp sting as a slap rang out. I yelped, before I shifted my hips, wanting more as heat spread over my arse cheek. Sensations flooded through my body at the next slap and the following, his other hand continuing to stroke me in time to the spankings.

  Slap, stroke, slap, stroke, the rhythm pulled me into a world of pleasure. My mind clouded as the desire took control, any worries I’d had dissolved under the onslaught of the licks of pleasure curling inside my body and spreading out to engulf me. I felt electrified, my body writhed. My thighs strained to stay open as a fine layer of sweat coated my skin.

  My orgasm rose hard and fast at the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the feel of Daddy’s hand sliding over my rock hard cock, milking me.

  “Daddyyyyyyy… I’mmm… coming!” I wailed and found myself panting and wanting to cry in distress when the hands immediately stopped and left my body.

  Daddy growled, “You will not come until I tell you to.”

  It was too much in my heightened state, my thighs strained to close as I panted through the urge to not come and do as I was told. But it was damn hard with him being all growly. My cock was not getting the message as it bucked into the air, seeking anything to make it come.

  I whined, not sure which way was up with my cock taking charge.

  Firm fingers took hold of my sac and squeezed until the pain made them throb and the urge to come subsided. On
ce I could see straight I lifted my head off my shaky arms. “You did that on purpose,” I complained half-heartedly.

  Luke shrugged and chuckled. “Of course I did, what kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t give my boy exactly what he wanted?”

  I wanted to grumble that it wasn’t what I wanted, but that would be a complete lie. I didn’t bother, instead laying my head back on my arms and prayed Luke would keep going, because I hadn’t had nearly enough.

  Luke

  When Scott lay his head back down, I let loose the goofy grin I’d struggled to contain when he’d pouted at me. I’d been tempted for a moment to let him come, but then I realised we’d still be here for a long time yet. And as much as I wanted to watch him fall apart, I also wanted to make sure the panic that kept crossing his face when he remembered where we were, was the last thing on his mind.

  To that end, I stopped. I thought of the leather cock ring I’d bought with me, wondering if I could see how long he could hold out before he begged to come. I picked up the soft leather. “Lift up your hips sweet boy.” The endearment rolled off my tongue. I’d learned long ago of his sweet tooth, so to my mind, the term suited him. He really was a sweet boy, and because he didn’t question it and his eyes lit up every time I used it, it’d stuck.

  The hips on my lap shifted and rose up. The now crimson skin shone under the lights and filled me with a sense of deep-seated satisfaction. That Scott wanted this as much as I wanted to give it to him left me swimming in a pool of emotions so deep I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t drown before I could find my feet again.

  Not wanting to examine them too closely, I took hold of the cock hanging heavy between his thighs. I slowly slid the soft leather up his shaft. A needy whimper and hip swivel was followed by a long drawn out moan as I slowly tightened the leather until it fitted snugly against the base of his hairless cock. I scraped my nail over the tip of his leaking slit before rubbing gentle circles over the sticky head.