The Millionaire's Mistake (4 page)

“I remember the first time we kissed. And kissed and kissed and kissed, until you creamed your jeans.”

“I’d never met anyone like you.” And that was the truth.

“And you haven’t since.” The look in Walt’s eyes was enough to make his cock throb.

“No. I didn’t even look.” There hadn’t been any point in looking for what Walt had given him.

“No wonder your body is so desperate for it.”

“I’m not,” he lied.

Walt snorted, knowing his lie for what it was. “You’re hard. You’re leaking. You desperately want to beg me to touch you…” Walt’s lips were at his ear, but not touching. “My sweet, needy slut, more than anything you want me to spank that needy cock with my hand as you twist, refusing to give in. You remember that stinging oil on your slit, coating the plug in your ass? I made you beg me to whip your cock so that the stinging would end?”

Reid shook his head, whimpering, hips jerking restlessly.

“I know you remember me fucking you with the sounds, each one bigger than the one before it. You begged me to use the biggest one, you screamed for me when I finally took it out and let you come.” Soft air blew in his ear, Walt’s husky voice undeniable. “I want to send you to work tomorrow, caged and plugged, bound to my will.”

Reid went up on tiptoe, stumbling forward. Walt caught him at his shoulders, steadying him, but not allowing a single touch to his needy prick.

“Walt. Walt, you have to…” Stop. Touch. Fuck.
Something
.

“Make you come with my words. How am I doing so far?”

He wanted Walt to quit playing and touch him. He grabbed his cock, tugged it.

The corner of Walt’s lips lifted. “I remember punishment after punishment for you touching yourself without permission, jacking off when you were told there would be consequences if you did.”

“Consequences.” Reid moaned the word, tugging away. He didn’t even care anymore that he was giving Walt the win. Or maybe he did, maybe it was what he needed, deep down inside.

“You remember some of those consequences, baby boy? I’ve already talked about the big weekend when enough was enough, I’m talking about all the little punishments that led to that one.”

The tiny flogger on his slit. The hot wax. Weights on his balls. Oh, God. He remembered every single fucking one.

“I can see it in your eyes. I can see you remembering the cage around your cock. I can see you remembering the sound attached to your Prince Albert and the baby flogger.”

Reid whimpered, hips rolling, balls so tight they ached.

“I know you still think of me when you jack off. Me and the things I did to you. The way I touched your nipples and your belly. Your cock and your balls.” Walt’s soft words continued. “I bet you fuck your cock with the sounds, calling my name because it’s not as good.”

Spurts of semen shot from Reid, hot and shameful.

“Fucking love that smell, baby boy. Fucking love it.”

Reid didn’t know whether to apologize or cry or rejoice.

“I guess you’re going to work plugged and caged tomorrow.” Walt finally touched him again, fingers rubbing the come into the skin of his cock.

“You can’t…”

“Oh, love, you’re my boy until Monday.” Walt looked so fucking pleased.

“I don’t have those things here. I gave it up.” He’d told himself he didn’t need it, and gotten rid of everything, even though he’d known, somewhere deep down it wasn’t true.

“Then grab whatever you’ll need until Monday in an overnight bag and we’ll go back to my place.”

His eyes went wide, but…it was a bet. A promise. He wasn’t a liar and he never welshed on a bet.

“What can I do to help?” Walt asked.

“I need my clothes for tomorrow. These are dirty.”

“And something for Monday morning. But you won’t need clothes over the weekend.”

“You have a washer?” It was an inane question, but his entire body heated and he had to say something to cover it.

“I do. All the amenities. But as I said, you won’t need clothing over the weekend.”

“I’ll grab my stuff.” Oh, God. God. What was he getting into? His achingly hard cock knew the answer to that question, one hundred percent.

Walt stayed right with him, there when he turned around, eyes on him, on his place, like Walt was trying to ferret out all his secrets.

“I’m not going to run away.” He wasn’t, even if he’d wanted to and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to.

Walt waved that off dismissively. “I’m not worried about that.”

The words helped, actually. Reid wanted Walt to believe in him, which was stupid.

Once he had his bag packed, complete with toothbrush, Walt grabbed it and tossed it over his shoulder. Such a show off.

Walt stopped and looked at him. “What?”

He shook his head. “Didn’t say anything.”

“Not with your mouth, no.” Chuckling, Walt headed for the door.

They were out the door by the time Reid realized he hadn’t even changed out of the pants he was wearing when he shot.

Walt was fucking thrilled with the way the evening was turning out. He had three days to get Reid on side. He could do amazing things with three days, really remind Reid how good they were together.

They went up the elevator of his building, which opened up into his penthouse if you had the keycode. He liked being able to walk off the elevator and into his home, not have to worry about messing with physical keys. The room off the elevator was open, windows on two sides offering an amazing view of the city, like a grand hall or something. “Welcome.”

“Nice building.” Ooh. Sarcasm. Reid was off-center, big time.

“You chose it,” Walt countered. After all, he’d only bought the place because Reid’s coffee shop was already here.

“I did. I love it here.”

“Then you do like my building.” He gave Reid a wink.

“I love my coffee shop.”

“Which is in my building,” he insisted.

Reid rolled his eyes. “It was my coffee shop first.”

His baby was so stubborn. “Whatever.”

“Yeah. Whatever. I don’t know what to do next.”

“That’s okay, because I do. I show you my bedroom and we pick up where we left off at your place.” He set Reid’s bag aside—it wasn’t going to be needed until morning—then took Reid’s hand. No more worrying, no more thinking. It was time to just be what they were.

His bedroom was down the hall to the left and also filled with windows. The shades were currently open, the city lights twinkling like stars outside. The bed was in the middle of the room, big and round, inviting.

Walt drew Reid to it.

Now he had his lover back where he wanted. All he had to do was prove to Reid he was worth taking a chance on, that he could give Reid everything. That was all…like it was so easy. He was willing to work for it, though. More than.

Finding Reid’s mouth with his own again, Walt took a take-no-prisoners kiss, fucking Reid’s lips. Time to play. He didn’t waste any time, his hands moving to tug Reid’s shirt out of his hastily rebuttoned jeans.

“Don’t rip my shirt…”

One of his eyebrows went up, and he grabbed the collar of Reid’s shirt, tearing it off.

“God damn it!” Reid snapped, grabbing his wrist. Someone had forgotten all his manners.

“Someone is angling for a spanking,” Walt noted.

“Fuck you. Just fuck you!”

God, that was stunning. All that passion, still right there, barely hiding beneath the surface.

Walt pushed the tatters of Reid’s shirt off his shoulders and went for the man’s jeans.

Reid turned away, but he grabbed the man’s waistband, tugged them tightly together. “Safeword still sunflower?”

“Yeah.”

Now they both knew Reid had it and could use it any time he wanted to. It gave Walt the freedom he needed to just go for it.

He swatted Reid hard, making sure the blow could be felt through the denim. “Yeah, Sir,” he barked.

“Fuck you.”

He swatted Reid again, even harder this time. Groaning, Reid tried to pull away, but Walt wrapped himself around Reid. “You aren’t going anywhere.” He dropped his hand down, cupped Reid’s painfully hard cock where it pushed out of Reid’s jeans. “What’s more, you don’t really want to.”

“I hate you.” Reid’s hips rocked into his touch.

“I hate you too.” He knew what their words really meant. So did Reid.

Tugging at Reid’s pants, Walt dragged them down over Reid’s hips so he could get to that fucking gorgeous cock. That tight ass. Those sensitive balls. Groaning, Walt dragged Reid’s jeans right to his knees. That assured his boy wasn’t going anywhere.

Standing, he dragged his nose along Reid’s thigh, his cheek rubbing Reid’s prick on the way up.

“Walt…” Reid’s eyes rolled back, the sweet cock so sensitive.

“Tell me you grabbed my ring.”

Reid’s cheeks went dark red. Bingo.

“In your pocket or in your bag?” Walt was putting it back in. Now.

“My pocket.”

He dug around in Reid’s jeans’ pockets, giving a shout of triumph as his fingers found the little metal ring. It was carefully wrapped and sealed in a tiny plastic bag. So careful, his boy.

“It went in here clean, yeah?” He could put it right in if that was the case.

“Of course it did!” Oh, someone was affronted.

Chuckling, he opened the little bag, digging for the ring. He wanted to leave his mark, over and over. On Reid’s cock, on his balls, on his back, on his ass, his nipples, everywhere. He wanted to leave his need on Reid’s skin. Starting with his ring back where it belonged.

He pulled the ring out of the bag. It was a pretty little gold piece, just simple gold, but it looked fantastic against Reid’s most sensitive skin. He eased the retainer out, loving that Reid had kept the piercing open.

The ring slipped right in and he closed it, locking it in place. Reid panted, shaking, the scent of desire everywhere.

Walt rubbed his cheek along Reid’s prick. “Sweet, needy pain slut.”

“Not…” Reid’s cock nodded, though.

Chuckling, he gave Reid’s cock a little slap. Hissing, Reid went up on tiptoe.

Standing slowly, he let their bodies rub all the way. His clothed, Reid’s bare. Reid moaned, shook his head.

Walt slapped Reid’s cock again. “Every time you deny yourself I’m doing that.”

“Bastard.” Someone was fucking turned on and not wanting to admit it.

Walt slapped Reid’s prick again. “Name calling also gets your cock slapped.”

He loved how Reid’s belly went rock hard, stiff, rippling from with every open-handed slap.

Leaning in, he took his kiss, running his tongue along that poor, abused lower lip. He made sure that his body dragged on that little ring as he moved against Reid too. He tongue fucked Reid, rocking slowly against him. Reid offered him a groan, then his boy grabbed his hands.

“You think that’s going to stop me?”

“No. No, I know it won’t.”

He slipped one of his hands out of Reid’s, touching Reid’s cheek. “Good.”

Reid’s dark eyes closed. His boy responded to praise and punishment equally well.

God, Walt had missed this even more than he knew.

He took Reid’s hand, bent his boy over the edge of the bed, exposing that fine ass, the long legs still trapped by the jeans. Rubbing his hand over Reid’s ass, he pinched one cheek.

“How shall I start, boy? A spanking? A plugging? A hard fucking?” He pinched the other cheek. “A combination of all three?”

“Ouch. Quit pinching!”

“Spanking first it is!” It was the only warning he gave his boy before he let his hand come down hard.

“You motherfucker!”

“Just keep swearing, baby boy, I haven’t warmed my hand in far too long.” He smiled at the spate of obscenities, loving how Reid had chosen to ask for it.

Finding a comfortable position to stand in, and a rhythm, Walt brought his hand down over and over. Eventually Reid’s cursing faded, replaced by grunts and sighs as AW worked his boy’s ass. AW’s hand was burning, and he knew Reid’s ass had to be too.

Finally Reid began to move into the blows, hips wagging, dancing for him. It gave him a second wind and, groaning, he kept their connection going. He needed a paddle. A crop. A flogger.

“Don’t move,” he growled, giving Reid’s ass one final swat. He stepped away and looked at that glowing butt. Oh, Reid would feel that tomorrow; he wouldn’t be sitting in his office very much.

Smiling widely, AW went to his chest in the corner of the room and lifted the lid. There was a paddle, right near the top of the pile of toys. Excellent. Picking it up, he headed back to Reid.

“No. No, Walt. I can’t.”

“That’s another swat for your prick.” Walt was keeping count.

“I didn’t curse!”

“But you did tell me no.”

“That wasn’t a thing. It wasn’t.”

Walt was willing to give Reid the benefit of the doubt—accepting that Reid might have forgotten, that wasn’t going to change anything, though. “Before the spanking even started, I said every time you denied yourself, I’d slap your cock.”

“I didn’t! I… You ass.”

“You did—and now you did it again. So after the paddling, and before the fucking—or maybe during the fucking—you’re due a couple of swats to your prick.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s three.” He grinned wildly. He was enjoying this, and so was Reid. Hell, they were both hard as a rock. “Let’s get this paddling going first. Then we can get to everything else.”

He didn’t wait for a response, he just let the paddle fly and catch the curve of Reid’s ass, lifting it. Fucking gorgeous.

He laid down more blows, one after another, making Reid burn. Every time he hit again he paid attention, watching the paddle work that tight butt.

“Burns. Burns, Walt.”

He smacked Reid harder. “Sir. Until Monday.”

“Sir!”

“That’s better.” He moved the paddle down, hitting the tops of Reid’s thighs, now.

“
No
!” Reid’s scream tore through the air.

“Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

Reid fought to stand, fought to move, but AW had his boy and this time he wasn’t going to fuck up. He wasn’t going to make Reid think he didn’t need him.

He kept working Reid’s ass and the tops of his thighs with the paddle. It wasn’t as hot as his hand, but he could do it for longer.