Naughty November

Chapter 4

FOUR

ROMEO ARES

I raised my hand and brought it down, giving Jules his first smack. It wasn’t even close to my hardest, which would come soon, but it was enough to have him gasping and then groaning before he pushed his ass higher, letting me know without a doubt he was going to enjoy this tremendously.

I continued on, reaching fifteen, raining down blow after blow. Each one was harder than the last, his words becoming unintelligible and broken, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he was nearing subspace. His eyes were still open but heavy lidded, several tears fell, and his noises were slowly dying out as I got to twenty and stopped.

He was barely hanging on to consciousness, but I could tell he knew his punishment was over because he took a deep shuddering breath in and then let it out as his body got the chills. I turned him over gently and pulled him into my arms, letting us both come down from the experience peacefully.

I leaned over and threw the covers completely off the bed so I could position his beautiful body in the middle of the bed face down—arms pillowed under his head like they’d been while I’d spanked him senseless— and spread-eagled so I had an amazing view of his gorgeous hole.

I leaned down as I softly carded my fingers through his hair. “You were such a good boy for me, taking your punishment so beautifully,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m going to apply some arnica cream to your welts before we continue.”

Though it was barely there, I heard his “No, please” and couldn’t help but smile.

I continued running my fingers through his hair so he’d know I wasn’t upset, as I whispered, “You don’t tell me no, remember? I’m your Daddy for tonight. It won’t get rid of all the bruising, just the worst of the redness, and will make the pain more manageable. I promise when you look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow, you’ll love what you see.”

After spreading the cream over his reddened cheeks and upper thighs, I pulled open the cabinet drawer on my nightstand, where I kept a mini fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water. I maneuvered him to take several drinks, knowing he’d be too far under later on. He grumbled a bit but drank down enough to appease my need for aftercare.

I sat down next to him on the bed and lightly caressed his back, ass, and legs until I knew he was asleep. I tossed the arnica back on my nightstand and began taking my clothes off—finally freeing my cock from its confinement—and laying them on the chaise lounge on the other side of the bed. I was hard as a fucking rock, leaking precum, and so ready to give this boy a good fucking he’d never forget, or rather, he’d want to experience over and over again by watching the video.

I decided to talk to him just like I would if he was awake because as hot as it would be to watch it without talking, it would be ten times as erotic replaying it and listening to not only the noises being made, but the words being said. And I had a lot to say to this gorgeous, pint-sized, trespassing felon.

I kneeled on the bed and crawled between his thighs, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them as far as I could, watching the skin stretch tight. I knew he’d at least be aware of my physical touch, but seeing his pucker clench and unclench nearly did me in.

“Look at you. So pretty. Your hole is clenching and releasing for me. Fuck, you’re even teasing me in your sleep. How can a boy act like a brat while he’s sleeping, hmm?”

Leaning down, I licked from his taint all the way up his crease. I pulled his balls back between his legs and sucked on them one by one before pulling back with suction and letting them pop free. He whimpered at that, so I did it again, loving the sound of his arousal while asleep.

“Fuck, boy. When you undressed for me, your gorgeous cock and balls had me salivating. They’re so small and delicate, just like the rest of you. I’m gonna flip you over when you’re still full of my cum and make sure your balls are full and heavy when I finally force an orgasm out of you in your sleep. And I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of watching your little cock shoot its load all over your chest.”

I lapped at his hole once more and then speared my tongue as deep as it would go, his little moan turning me on. Sitting up, I leaned to grab the bottle of lube, squeezing some on my fingers. I rubbed the slick all over his crease and then squeezed more right over his pucker. Rubbing my index and middle fingers over that hole, I put pressure there, and I loved it when Jules unconsciously moved his hips in tiny undulations, clearly begging for more.

“That’s it, little one. Look at you grinding into Daddy’s fingers. Let’s see how you like it when I stretch that pretty hole of yours to get it ready for my cock.”

I slid my index finger in slowly, eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the tight grip his body had on just that one digit. Fuck . I knew just by feeling that squeeze, I was going to have this boy again in the morning when he was wide awake and boldly reacting to everything I was giving him. He’d be absolutely stunning when he was let loose.

He let out a soft whine as I moved my finger in and out, crooking it and finding his prostate. I put light pressure on it once, twice, then a third time. Each time I did so, his breathy little voice went “Uh, uh, uh,” obviously enjoying what I was giving him. He was killing me without even trying .

I’d never been so fucking hard in my entire life. Somnophilia was new to me, but fuck if I wasn’t planning on doing it again and again if it was this good. I was no stranger to being a Dom in the BDSM scene and having a submissive give up their control to me, but this was a whole new level. This wasn’t just control; this was absolute ownership, as the boy was completely vulnerable and unguarded. Just like he’d said earlier, he was my little human doll, and I was bringing my property out to play.

I knew when I watched the recording later, I’d be just as turned on. In fact, maybe before he left, we could watch it together and fuck like rabbits. Yeah. That’s exactly what we’d do.

I slid a second finger in and received a small groan in response, his little hips rising and falling beautifully under my ministrations. I added more lube and slid a third finger in, making sure I hit his prostate with every pass.

I watched as his arm moved from under his cheek and gripped the sheet he was lying on and whispered, “Jules, you awake, boy?”

When I finally got no response other than increased panting and quiet mewling, I continued for another minute or so before pulling my fingers out and getting my dick a bit more slicked up. Fuck, the fact we were both daring—more like stupid—enough to fuck raw on our first encounter was a complete mind fuck. I never went bareback with my boys, one-night stands or not.

What the fuck was it about this bold, bratty boy that had me ignoring all of my own protective instincts?

Right at that moment, though… I didn’t give a fuck. Because as I guided my lubed-up cock to his prepped hole and nearly came when I could finally breach the inner rings with just the head of my dick, nothing mattered except the fact that I had to stave off my orgasm like I was a virgin teenager and it was my first time.

As I forced the rest of my cock into his tight channel, his desperate little whimpers coupled with my cock being squeezed like a vise nearly did me in. I had to stop once I was fully seated. I leaned my forehead between his shoulder blades and breathed in and out slowly until I was under control.

One-night stand my ass. I was going to need to explore Jules’s body and test out his stamina, not to mention try many other things with him, both old favorites and new experiences. That felt like a solid fucking plan at this point because this was absolutely going to happen again, and I told him as much.

“We’re going to watch this in the morning and then I’m going to do everything I’m doing now once you’re awake. I’m going to take you slow, I’m going to take you fast, I’m going to take you soft, and I’m going to take you hard. And then we’re going to make plans to do it all over again in the future.”

When I’d finally gotten myself under control, I moved slowly, pulling out nearly all the way and then bottoming out. His ass was so tight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume he was clenching down on my dick as hard as he could.

Once my pace was steady and I could concentrate on Jules, rather than controlling myself, I realized his hips were moving with mine—a dulled version of what he’d be doing if he were fully conscious. His breathing was faster, just like mine was, and the hand that had gripped the sheet before was now holding the corner of one of my pillows. If he wasn’t whimpering, he was moaning; if he wasn’t moaning, he was mewling; and if he wasn’t mewling, he was grunting. It all depended on my pace.

“Fuck, baby boy, even though you’re asleep, I can tell you’re enjoying every bit of the pleasure I’m giving you. I can hear it, feel it, and Jesus, I can even smell your arousal. If I’m not careful, you’re going to become my drug of choice.”

I slipped my arms under his chest to curl my hands over his shoulders to hold him in place, and I fucked him like the little toy doll he was. My hips slammed into his, and our combined reactions had me going even harder. I needed a taste of him, so as my hips pistoned in and out, I licked, nibbled, and then bit at his neck and ear, slowing my hips down so I wouldn’t miss out on his reactions to the additional stimulus.

When he sucked in a breath and shivers ran through his body, I nibbled and licked my way up his neck. “That’s my good boy. So reactive for me,” I whispered.

The sweetness of his responses suddenly had me slowing down even more and giving in to an urge I’d rarely, if ever, had. I wanted to take care of him, not just get him off. Even though he was unconscious, I wanted him to feel the sensual pleasure, even in sleep.

My desire to go primal on him suddenly felt like something I wanted him to be awake for. I wanted to watch his eyes as I marked up his body, feel his hands on me as I bit and scratched him and gripped him with every bit of my strength.

Soft, slow, teasing, and gentle tenderness was what I wanted right now, and even though it made no sense, I knew I couldn’t do it any other way with him. He’d put his confidence in me, a complete stranger, and that made me want to take care to make sure I didn’t take things too far.

He’d asked for primal play and rough handling, but I wanted to show my respect for his trust. And though I was surprised because it wasn’t my usual preference, I sank into it and let it consume me. Let it consume us both.