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“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Whatever you want.”

I close in on him, pulling him into a steamy kiss. Blush melts against me, tangling his hands in my hair as he parts his lips for me. He moans, grinding his hips against mine.

“I dreamed about you fucking me again,” he murmurs. “And spanking me. God, I want to be spanked by you.”

“Is that your kink?”

He shrugs, pulling back enough to make eye contact with me. “Don’t know. Never let anyone do it before. I wanted to try it, but I’ve never trusted a hookup enough.”

“And you trust me?”

He nods. “I do.”

“Why?”

“Cashmere knows you, so at least you’re not a serial killer. Probably.”

Little does he know.

“And even if you are, you’re obviously not going to hurt me. Not in ways I don’t want you to.”

I study him for a second before asking, “Do you want a soft, playful spanking?”

Blush shakes his head, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip. “No. I want to feel the sting.” He licks a stripe up my cheek and my cock twitches, leaking precum. “Wouldn’t you like to see what my ass looks like with your handprint on it?”

I nod in a haze, like his words and presence have drugged me. “I would, yeah.”

“Me too. You’ll take a picture when you’re done so I can look at it when we’re not together. It’ll remind me to be a good boy.” He leans in and nibbles my earlobe. “Or maybe encourage me to be a bad one.”

“Get on the bed.”

Blush grins at me, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 15

Blush

I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass as I do. Whisper is immediately behind me, running his hands over my ass and onto the backs of my thighs. I’m still wearing my sneakers, so I try to keep them off the bed since I don’t want to change positions to take them off right now.

Whisper makes a grunting noise as he runs his hands up my back and down again. “You like being bad, don’t you?”

I nod, glancing over my shoulder. “I need to be put in my place.”

He tugs my shorts down, revealing the jockstrap I’m wearing. I happen to know my ass looks very nice hugged tightly by a jock.

“Fuck,” Whisper says. “You’re so beautiful.”

His praise disarms me for a moment. I get called a lot of things, but never beautiful. Sexy, yes. Hot, gorgeous sometimes, but there’s something so reverent about the word beautiful. I like it.

“Show me how beautiful you think I am.”

“Do you want worship or punishment?”

My stomach flutters and my cock twitches. Well. Isn’t that interesting?

“Can’t I have both?”