Page 208 of Daddy's Pride
Brody’s balls tightened, and he bent over Josiah deeper, placing his lips against the tender skin of Josiah’s neck. When his body froze in anticipation, he sucked, depriving himself of oxygen as his second orgasm barreled through him. He was shaking, his legs unsteady, as he shot a second, far less impressive, load into his boy’s ass. By the time he was done, he was a little lightheaded… and Josiah had a beautiful mark on his neck.
“Mmm, that was perfect.” Brody nuzzled Josiah’s neck. “Your ass is so wonderfully tight now, baby boy. I could fuck you for hours.”
Josiah’s response was a little shiver.
Brody let out a deep, contented sigh and pulled out again. A trail of cum followed in his wake, dripping out of Josiah’s wide-open hole. Such a beautiful sight.
Josiah didn’t move as Brody grabbed a wet washcloth from the bathroom. He cleaned himself up first, then tenderly wiped his boy’s ass. When he had finished cleaning him, Brody applied a thick layer of aloe vera to Josiah’s skin.
He gently tugged him to his feet. With a moan of protest—or maybe of pain—Josiah let him. He looked utterly miserable, with red-rimmed, swollen eyes and a red nose. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“I’m not mad, baby boy.”
“You’re not?”
“No, and I’m not disappointed either. It’s not that easy to make me angry, I promise.”
“But then, why did you punish me?”
“Because you disobeyed me… deliberately. And that has consequences.”
Josiah bit his lip, clearly trying to process it all. “But you seemed to enjoy it. My punishment, I mean.”
Brody wiggled his hand so-so. “Yes and no. I don’t like to see you upset, but I can’t deny I love the sight of a well-spanked ass, and fucking you was definitely pleasurable.”
“B-but how is that fair?”
Brody grinned. “Who says it’s supposed to be fair? You disobeyed me, baby boy. That was your choice, so now you can’t complain about the consequences.”
Josiah shuffled his feet. “I thought it would be easier. Denali always says he loves spankings.”
“Then he either has more tolerance for pain than you, has more experience, and knows how to process it better, or his men go easy on him. Though from what I know about Milan, that’s not likely.”
“I just… I thought the punishment would be worth it.”
“I know you did.”
Josiah peeked at him from between those long lashes, and Brody fought to keep his face blank. “That doesn’t make you angry?”
“No, baby boy. You’re experimenting and pushing boundaries, and that’s fine. It’ll have consequences, but it doesn’t make me mad. Being a brat is fine, as long as you stay on the right side of disrespecting me… and you weren’t even close today.”
“Oh.” Relief filled Josiah’s expression. “I never thought of myself as a brat.”
“Maybe you aren’t. Maybe this was a one-time test to see if Daddy would punish you. Well, I did, so now the choice is yours. And by the way…” Brody walked over to the closet, where he’d put a little bag he’d gotten earlier that morning. He took it out and showed the box to Josiah, whose mouth dropped open. “If you come again without permission, I’ll spank you again… but I’ll also put your pretty cock in a cage for a week.”
“A cock cage?”
“To help you obey me.”
Josiah huffed. “That’s not helping me. That’s punishing me.”
“Who says it can’t be both?”
“I thought you weren’t a sadist.”
Funny how close Josiah’s thoughts were to his own. “I thought so too, but I can’t deny I love seeing you suffer a little for me.”
Josiah was quiet for a long time. “I never understood Denali when he said he didn’t like pain in itself but he embraced it because it made his Doms happy, Milan especially. It was so hard for me to wrap my head around. But now”—he raised his chin and met Brody’s eyes—“now, I think I understand. I didn’t like it when you spanked me, but when you fucked me and loved it, that did make me happy. And aroused. Although maybe the pleasure of the fucking was overriding the pain. I don’t know. It’s all very complicated.”