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  With each slap, Upton jumped. The shock sent his nerves into overdrive. What else should he ask for? Was he ready?

  Perspiration misted Upton’s body by the time he looked over his shoulder. “Try it? On my… um….”

  Zane lifted his head and met Upton’s gaze, dark eyes sparkling. “You want me to spank your asshole, honey?” A wicked little smirk curved his lips, and he leaned back in to kiss Upton’s hole once more before kneeling back. “Hold your cheeks spread for me. We’ll use my hand tonight, since I didn’t bring the toybag. Next time, I will. I just didn’t want to scare you away so soon. But you’re game, aren’t you? Been keeping your freak on a leash.”

  Heat radiated from Upton’s core, deep in his chest. Was he a freak? He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Certainly, Zane made it sound appealing, but what if this was really who Upton was? How in the world would he find someone to be with if they had to do this sort of thing?

  Perhaps his drive to try things stemmed from a secret hope he’d hate them. No such luck.

  Upton balanced on his head and reached back to hold his cheeks apart, grateful he’d had the foresight to do some deep cleaning. He took a deep breath and braced for impact.

  Zane leaned in and licked Upton again, making his hole flex and clench in anticipation. Then he knelt back, the bed shifting under his weight, and Upton tried not to tense.

  Just as he began to wonder if Zane was ever going to do it, a startling, stinging slap sounded against his vulnerable entrance, making Upton shiver and flinch. Before he could come to terms with it, Zane did it again, swatting his hole another confusing, exhilarating blow, and then he leaned in and nuzzled the skin, his tongue hot across flesh that already felt on fire.

  “Okay. Okay, red.” Upton gasped for breath, flush with more than shame. It was an interesting sensation, but he wasn’t sure he liked it. He couldn’t take more. He brought his arms over his head again, breathing steadily as he tried to process everything. He clenched and unclenched, as if he could stretch out the sting, and dropped his knees to lay flat on the bed.

  Zane pulled away and resumed gently rubbing Upton’s cheeks. “You did well.” The praise was as soothing as the touches. “It’s difficult, trying new things, exploring, figuring out what works for you. Not everyone’s brave enough to do it.”

  Leaning over, Zane kissed Upton’s shoulder sweetly. “Just listen to the music and sink into yourself. Let all the sensations wash through you. Exist with it. Own it. This is you, honey. You’re more than your job, more than your family or the expectations placed on you. Revel in that.”

  Upton closed his eyes, reminding himself that those first few minutes of pain always felt like they would last an eternity, as if life before had never existed and that all that there ever was or ever would be was pain. Experience had taught him better.

  He breathed through it, listening to the music, almost detached from the situation, as if he weren’t in a hotel room with a virtual stranger he’d paid for sex. He felt ridiculous. What was he even doing here, getting spanked? These were the actions of a crazy person.

  Was he more than his job and his family? Not really. Even if he was, who would risk all that?

  Upton sighed. “I’m not sure this is me. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “That’s what you have me for.” Zane stretched out on top of Upton, bearing him down into the bed, strangely gentle. It settled Upton, like being beneath a warm, heavy blanket in the winter. Zane kissed Upton’s nape and whispered, “It’s all right to want the soft and sweet and vanilla, but if you want something more... You don’t need to know what it is or what you’re doing. That’s my job. Yours is to experience, to learn what’s truly inside you. If you feel like you want something more than you’ve had, something new and different from your past... That’s enough.”

  Upton spread his arms across the bed and Zane followed them, draping his arms over Upton’s. It left Upton comforted despite his racing pulse. The pain had turned into a dull, niggling itch, a reminder of what they’d done, but it didn’t hurt.

  Upton stopped panicking. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “Maybe all I am is really boring and vanilla.”

  “And that would be all right too.” Zane kissed Upton’s hairline and hugged him without moving his arms, flexing all his muscles against Upton’s body. “Why don’t you tell me what you want now? We still have time for pleasure, if pain’s not exciting you. And if you’re not in the mood anymore, we can just cuddle, or talk. This is about you.”

  “This is nice. We could… like this. If you want to.” Upton winced. Was it rude to ask a sex worker what he wanted? Probably not. That was just common decency, but this wasn’t a date. “I’d like to do it like this. I think I need some time to process the… the pain part. Not saying I’m against it, it’s just maybe all I’m up for right now.”

  “Mm, this is nice,” Zane agreed, kissing Upton’s temple. He rolled his hips, grinding against Upton’s ass, half erect. Then he pulled away, leaving Upton’s warm skin cooling.

  The mattress shifted as Zane retrieved lube and a condom. He stroked his cock to full hardness and rolled on the condom with expert deftness before slicking himself. Then he tested Upton’s entrance with slippery fingertips, coaxing him open again. As promised, Upton felt it that much more clearly after the spanking, every nerve ending alert to the pressure of Zane’s fingers.

  “You have such a beautiful ass.” Zane squeezed it gently with his free hand as he rubbed lube into Upton’s opening. His voice dropped into a lower timbre as he added, “I’m going to enjoy fucking it. How do you want it, honey? Shall I start slow and gentle?”

  “Yes. Start slow. Still recovering a little. Don’t know what I expected to happen.” Upton gave Zane a sheepish smile. “But I think we can work me up again.”

  Upton slid his hand under himself to pull his cock slowly. It had withered when he’d had his little freakout, but just looking at Zane calmed Upton enough to enjoy himself.

  “Thank you. Sorry I’m so… There’s probably a lot of unresolved…” Upton shrugged, Zane wasn’t actually a therapist, and Upton wasn’t sure how he’d finish that sentence anyway. He turned to face the pillow, raised up on one elbow to give himself room to pull his cock.

  “There’s nothing to apologize for. Just relax for me, all right? Despite appearances, I don’t want to hurt you, and if you try to take me while you’re tense, I’m going to.” Zane toyed with Upton’s hole as he talked, fingertips skating across his prostate, working him slow and steady. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll take good care of you.”

  Upton worked himself until he was hard and closed his eyes, still toying with himself as he relaxed back onto the bed, his hand still cupping his cock. This part he could do. This part he was used to. It had been with the idea that he’d get fucked hard that he’d made the call. Seemed like an easy enough request, but now there was this world of choices to make, all these different sensations he’d never given serious thought to beyond literally choking himself off.

  He ground back against Zane’s fingers. His hole was still a little irritated, but now it was starting to work for him. Mingling that hypersensitivity with the pressure on his prostate, Upton started to move and moan, pressing his face against the pillow. “Ready.”

  “You’re so sexy like this,” Zane whispered as he pushed a third finger into Upton, stretching him a little wider. He tested Upton, getting rougher with his strokes, making him groan into the pillow and clench around him. Maybe Zane was just saying that, but it was reassuring anyway, and the way he touched Upton made him feel so good, taken care of, like he could trust him with this.

  Then Zane withdrew his fingers, leaving Upton empty and twitching expectantly, waiting to be filled. A moment later, Zane knelt close behind him, slick cock pressed to Upton’s hole. Zane teased him at first, applying just enough pressure to make Upton open, and then pulled away. Upton tightened his grip on himself and squirmed, all but begging. />
  The build-up had been so intense, so drawn out, like nothing he’d ever taken the time to experience before. All he could think of was finally having Zane inside him, being stretched and taken.

  Suddenly it was happening. That fat head breached Upton, squeezed inside him. It made him gasp, buck, and cry out. Zane eased forward, a slow, steady pressure that built and built, growing more incredible as it went deeper. Zane exhaled heavily with a choked off sound, like he was fighting for control, but he didn’t falter or speed up, no matter how Upton shifted.

  Then Zane was buried inside him, all the way to the soft crush of his balls. His sharp hipbones pressed into Upton’s raw cheeks, making his ass feel sensitive in a way he’d never experienced before. The overwhelming feeling of fullness shifted and morphed, maddeningly good, as Zane stretched out on top of Upton, chest to his back, arms and legs coming to rest alongside Upton’s until they were touching nearly everywhere.

  Only then did Zane draw out smooth and slow and push back in, and Upton realized this was just the beginning. That was the first thrust. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this.

  Upton closed his eyes and arched his back to work with Zane. A fresh sheen of sweat coated his body. He was hot, not just from Zane covering him from head to toe, but from the delicious pressure inside him. He was stretched to the limit, more than he’d ever been before, or perhaps that was the after-effects of the spanking.

  He let out a long, sob-choked moan into the pillow, a helpless sound against the force above him that took him so completely that all he could focus on was this. With Upton’s legs mostly together under Zane, he was pulled tight. There was so little room for Zane to move, and yet the undeniable force of his long, steady thrusts carved out a space in Upton so deep and so thorough that Upton wasn’t sure his body would ever be the same.

  After a few strokes, Zane shifted atop Upton, and the thick head of his cock, impossibly big and on a mission to destroy, found that sweet spot inside Upton that made him groan. Instinct said to draw his other arm in, but Zane pinned it. Then he pulled Upton’s other arm out from under him to lock him solidly on the bed.

  Upton moaned a quiet protest, but the restrictions—the way Zane slid his knees to Upton’s sides to keep his legs pinned in—were unbearably erotic. Upton rubbed his bare cock on the bedspread.

  “That’s it.” Zane brushed his lush lips against Upton’s ear, his voice a husky rumble. “You’re so fucking tight, honey. Feels so good.”

  Upton flushed at the praise. Fresh heat sizzled his skin. Just the sound of Zane’s voice spiked his arousal, made him feel like a teenager instead of almost thirty. He rutted harder into the bed, grinding his cock against the soft fabric and breathing hard.

  Zane twined his fingers with Upton’s, squeezing them as he fucked him deep and slow, grinding into Upton just right with every thrust. “You wanna come like this? Could just keep going, just like this, slow. Could just take you deep and steady like the tide, keep going until you lose it for me. Gonna come so hard, aren’t you? Like I want you to.”

  “Mm, yes.” Like the tide. Zane was just that kind of force, pushing in long, hard, slow strokes that Upton would never have predicted would take him there like they were. He’d envisioned a wild ride, something free and manic, but this was fulfilling and relaxing. He lifted his ass, angling to get Zane where he wanted him.

  Upton was going to come hard; it was building inside him with impossible force. Though the swat had hurt, thinking about how sore his hole had been, how it chafed to surround Zane’s cock, made Upton shudder.

  God, it would be like an explosion. It was growing behind his eyes, like his toes were twitching, mind and body finally in agreement on his need. “Yes. Want to come. Want to… just a little harder.”

  “Yeah? You want it harder?” Zane nipped Upton’s nape and nuzzled into his sweaty hair, his big body flexing over Upton’s as he shifted his weight. His next thrust pushed a weak, choked moan from Upton as the sudden power caught him off guard.

  “Yeah, like that. You need it like that,” Zane growled. “Here, hold onto me.” Zane tightened his grip on Upton’s hands and then folded their arms inward, lifting Upton’s chest to rest atop their joined forearms. It made Upton’s back arch more sharply, changed the angle of the penetration...and made everything so much more intimate.

  Zane wrapped his arms around Upton as Zane drove him in powerful strokes that hammered Upton’s sweet spot, slowly. God, so slow. It drove Upton crazy, made him mewl and writhe, struggling beneath Zane’s weight to fuck the bed, to get just that little bit more that he needed.

  “That’s it, honey.” Zane nuzzled Upton’s neck, biting it where it joined his shoulder, and reached out with their joined hands to pull the pillow close again, to settle it under Upton’s face, half-suffocating, making Upton’s hot, panting breath blow back into his face.

  “There you go.” Zane sounded so reassuring, like he was in control, like everything was just as it should be. “Close, aren’t you? Can feel it. So fucking sexy, honey. Just let go for me. Let me take you there. Grind down harder and bury your face in this pillow. I got you.”

  With Zane there, it felt safe, like Upton could do this, enjoy this moment to restrict his breath and not die. He pressed his face in the pillow and fucked the bed. it didn’t take long for his air supply to run out, especially since each pronounced thrust practically knocked the wind out of him.

  He couldn’t even make noise anymore, just high squeaks as he pushed back into the thrusts, then rubbed his cock harder and harder. God, what he wouldn’t have given to grip it, to really be able to take his cock in hand and jerk himself off.

  Yet the fact that he couldn’t made his ragged, frayed nerves propel him even further, creating a sensitivity to nearly everything. This was sex in absolute focus, the glide of Zane’s cock, burrowing into him, the blunt head mashing that spot, almost bruising it with how forcefully he was fucking. The lack of oxygen, the absolute blackness that crept in even though Upton’s eyes were already closed. The closeness of their bodies, the sweat from Zane’s body, dribbling onto Upton’s neck, the one delicious drip of perspiration that rolled down his spine, to the crevice of his ass. To the luxe fabric of the duvet, damp and slick with Upton’s precum.

  Upton pictured the head of his cock, caught on the fabric, pulling it as he moved, twisted, skin begging for more contact. He bore down on the mattress, digging space out for his cock in the fabric, a little rut, just enough.

  The air was gone, his lungs burned, and the prickle of darkness threatened to consume him. Then, with a fury, his body tensed, the crash hit, and his release spewed out of him, slick on the duvet.

  Zane fucked the cum from him, the crush of his cock against that spot milking it from Upton in desperate, body-racking pulses. Upton gasped, but there was no air to be had, nothing but the mind-blowing pleasure wrenching him apart, nothing but Zane’s weight, Zane’s arms around him, Zane’s hands holding onto his as Upton struggled against instinct and claimed those final few moments of bliss.

  Just as it became too much, Zane pulled the pillow away, allowing Upton a full breath. Zane stilled inside him, not yet pulling out, simply filling him as Upton strove to catch his wind.

  “Good boy.” Zane kissed Upton’s cheek gently from behind and lingered there, his lips moving against Upton’s heated skin as he spoke. “You did so well. That felt good, didn’t it? Let’s breathe, all right? Relax, let the afterglow and the relief carry you. I’m going to keep holding you, stay inside you, and we’re going to roll over, all right? Here we go.”

  Zane turned them onto their sides without pulling out, his arms staying where they were, holding Upton close. Without Zane’s weight pressing into him, Upton could breathe more easily, and it relieved his tender, spent cock of the pressure. Zane extended one leg to wrap around Upton’s, holding their lower bodies close too, and rubbed his foot along Upton’s calf in soothing motions.

  Upton was high, giddy even. He panted,
relaxing against Zane’s heat, still pinned to him by his cock. He’d never experienced anything like that with another person. It was a revelation. He trembled with aftershocks, squeezing Zane’s hand.

  “Wow.”

  Blood had rushed to his head; his lips felt puffy. This was sex. This was what people got excited about. Not that he hadn’t enjoyed getting off before, because he had. He’d enjoyed intimate moments with past boyfriends just fine, but this... This was, well, worth the money.

  All the tension Upton had been carrying for weeks, months, maybe even years, seemed to roll away as insignificant. Obviously, it wasn’t. He was fighting for people’s rights, but in this moment, that burden seemed distant. “Seriously, wow.”

  So eloquent. Upton smiled because, despite his usual self-consciousness, he really didn’t care at the moment if that was the right or wrong thing to say.

  Zane raised an eyebrow in apparent amusement, but he returned Upton’s smile, his own languid and seductive. Then he leaned in and kissed Upton slowly, teasing open his mouth and licking inside as he rolled his hips. After a few moments, he pulled back just far enough to look into Upton’s eyes. “How would you like me to come?”

  Upton took a moment, not sure if he was hearing correctly, but of course. There were a variety of ways that Zane could come, and since technically Upton was the boss… Still, making that decision seemed weird to him, inorganic. He wasn’t going to delude himself that this was anything but a transaction, but he felt strange telling a guy how he was supposed to come. “Come how you want. Tell me what you want me to do, if anything. I don’t want to overly flatter myself.”

  For just a moment, Zane looked caught off guard. Then he rallied, flashing that rakish smile, and the moment of vulnerability passed as if it hadn’t happened at all. He eased out of Upton, leaving him empty, and pulled away to kneel beside Upton.

  “You just lay there and look sexily debauched, honey. I’ll finish myself off.” Zane stripped off his condom, tossing it aside, and then reached for the lube. He uncapped it and poured the shiny gel over his hard cock before casting aside the bottle and curling his fist around his shaft. His dark gaze roamed over Upton’s naked body, seeming to drink him in as Zane jerked himself.