He takes the twelve paddle slaps and six rounds with the flogger extremely well. He’s shivering, sweaty, and beet red by the time I uncuff him. His cock is leaking at the tip as I guide him by his collar to the bed, where I make him sit and then climb over him, kissing his mouth as I straddle his lap.
“Remind me again what you are,” I whisper against his lips.
“A filthy slut,” he replies as I lower myself over his hard length. He slides in with a groan, and I feel a shiver run through me when I have him as deep as he can go.
“My filthy slut,” I reply before kissing him.
Our cries and groans echo through the room, and I know he has an extra sting of pain on his backside as I grind him into the bed, riding his cock until I come with a scream.
“Please, ma’am,” he gasps when he feels my body constricting around him. “Can I please come?”
“Yes,” I reply, grabbing his face in a fierce kiss. “You can come, Beau.”
On command, he shudders inside me, grunting through his orgasm.
“Good boy,” I whisper against his temple as he gasps for air, coming down from his climax.
We stay that way for a while, and after I feel his body slump against mine, I find the clasp of his collar and press it with a click until it releases from his neck.
After putting it away, I rub his back with some aloe balm, and let him rest between my bare legs with his head against my stomach. With my back against the headboard, I stroke my fingers through his hair while he sips his drink. It’s comfortable in the silence together.
The last year has felt like a dream. It took us three months to fix the mess the previous owners of the club left us. It was nothing like Salacious, but Beau and I were able to make it our own. Being a pair of reformed vanillas gave us a unique perspective for our members, and within nine months, membership was booming.
As for him and me, it’s been a journey. It’s never perfect, but I never expected it to be. No matter what, we’re always us.
“Are you going to tell him your ideas for the club when he comes to visit next week?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
“Well, you two still act weird talking about the club.”
“He acts weird,” Beau argues, and I smile down at him.
“You are his son,” I reply.
“Why they’re choosing to come in the dead of summer, when it’s fucking two hundred degrees outside, is beyond me.”
“It is not two hundred degrees.” I laugh.
“It feels like it,” he says, making a disgruntled sound.
“Well, if you don’t like it here, you can go back to California,” I say in a teasing tone.
He freezes as he’s screwing the cap on his protein drink. As he slowly looks up at me, I bite back the smile creeping across my face because I know exactly what’s coming. I like to push his buttons on purpose.
“Ma’am, are you trying to get rid of me?”
I let out a squeal as he drags me down and pins my hands above my head, burying his face in my neck. His facial hair scratches my sensitive skin, and I giggle hard in his hold, his other hand pinching my backside.
“Oh, I know what you need,” he says with a laugh, flipping me over.
“Beau!” I scream with a laugh before his large hand lands with a smack against my ass. I gasp, staring back in shock. He’s frozen in place with a wicked grin stretched across his perfect face.
“You’re in so much trouble for that,” I say in a low whisper.