Taking my hand, Colton leads me out of the elevator. There's a new spring in his step, a new sense of urgency. In both of us, really. 'I'm about to let this guy spank me.' The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Surprisingly, he leads me to one of the Boys' dorm buildings. I stop, which forces him to stop, too.
"What?" He asks, looking me over in concern. 'He must think I'm second-guessing this again.'
"Why are you taking me to the Boys' dorms?"
He looks at me in confusion before laughing. "I don't live at the Chancellor's Residence. I live in my own dorm." At my raised brow, he adds, "Something to know about me, is that I try to be as independent as possible. I don't live with my parents, I have my own dorm, I pay for my own food, et cetera."
"Wow."
He smiles. "Now it's your turn, but that can wait," he says with a mischievous grin. He turns back around, and we start walking again. Not much later, we get to the Dominant Boys dorm. Every classification has a dorm. Dominant Boys, Submissive Boys, Dominant Girls, Submissive Girls-where tons of other Dom Boys are hanging around, some with Subs, others trying to pick some up. Colton tucks me into his chest and holds me close as we walk by, and I don't miss some of the Doms' eyes watching me. "Ignore them," Colton says quietly. "You're mine, and I'm not going to let anyone else have you."
Even though his words should make me mad, calling me his, saying nobody else could have me, I still feel comforted by it. I don't really know why. He does the same thing in the elevator, which is filled with people. Then, after getting off on the third floor, he takes my hand and leads me to the end of the hall. He pulls out a key, opens the door, and brings me inside.
And that's where the civility ends.
I don't even have enough time to look around before he shoves me up against the back of the door, lifts me, and kisses me savagely. Shocked, I kiss him back with enthusiasm, steadily trying to figure out what it is he's doing. He leaves my mouth to place open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, slowly moving down to my neck. I take the opportunity to figure out what's happening.
"Colton," I say breathlessly.
"Hmm?" He says against my shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
He breaks away and looks at me in amusement. "What, did you think I was going to bring you in here, spank you, then send you on your merry way?"
'Kinda,' I think to myself. But it doesn't matter, he can see it on my face, and he laughs. "No, Prezioso. I'm going to explain what we're going to do, and you're going to decide if you want a relationship with me.
"What?"
"Oh, come on. You had to know it would happen. Didn't you hear me? You're mine." He leans forward again, and bites my shoulder, making me moan loudly and arch against him. He lets go, then places a kiss in the same spot, which is now sensitive, and the sensation courses through my body. "Now, this isn't going to be like a regular punishment," he says, continuing to pepper kisses along my shoulder, neck, and jawline. "No. You're new to this, I assume," he says as his teeth graze my earlobe. A breathy moan escapes me and I tighten my legs around him. "I'll take that as a yes. Because of that, this is going to be more of a funishment."
"Funishment?" I ask in a husky tone that I don't mean to use.
"Surely you've heard of it. It's the kind of think where I spank, or flog, or do something else to you, but it's for pleasure, not pain. It's not to punish, it's to excite. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Usually, I would just spank you until I decided not to or until you safeword. But, in between spanks, I'll be talking to you, rubbing you after the spanks, telling you things like how beautiful you are, things like that. Okay?"
"Okay," I say again. Just thinking about this makes me wet.
"Alright. Now, when I let you down, I want you to strip down to your bra and underwear. Understand?" He asks breathily as his teeth skim the outer shell of my ear. He rolls his hips into me, making me feel just how hard he is.
"Yes," I moan. "Yes, I understand."
"Good." He lets me down and walks away towards a sliding brown door that I hadn't noticed. It's massive, going all the way to the top of the wall. I wonder how I didn't notice it, but then I remember I was a little. . .preoccupied. I begin to take off my clothes, using the time to look around the room. There's a massive canopy bed, with white blankets and pillows, and dark brown wood that matches the doors. As I look around, I notice everything is either black, white, or dark brown. Black dresser drawers, dark brown desk,white rug, balck chair. It's nice. Masculine, but not overwhelmingly so. There's a dark brown leather bench at the foot of his bed. I walk up to it, and stand there as I continue to look around the room. Then, suddenly, he's there, running his hands along my bare stomach, up and down my arms, giving me goosebumps. I feel his nose pressing into my hair, and he sighs. "Mm, black lace looks beautiful on you," he says, referring to my black lace bra and panties.
"Thank you," I say without turning around. "What's behind the door?"
"You don't need to worry about that yet. If you decide to pursue a relationship with me, you will, but for the moment, it's just this.Your safeword is 'Red'." He pauses, then whispers breathily in my ear, "Bend over, Prezioso."
I do as I'm told while asking, "What does that mean? And why do you call me that?"
"It means," he begins while rubbing my ass. "Precious in Italian. And I call you that, because you're precious. Beautiful, seemingly smart, charming, funny. Precious."
"I like how you said 'seemingly smart'" I say flatly. Right as he lands the first slap. "Count," he says quietly. "One," I say in an equally quiet voice.
He rubs the spot, then moves to the other side, making me jump. "Two."
He moves back to the other side. This one stings, but I like it. "Three."
He slaps the other side, this time, I moan. "Four."
He groans in response to my moan, and hits me, slightly harder than last time because of his arousal. "Five," I say, crying out. He stops, rubbing my ass, occasionally coming down and kissing it in certain spots. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I answer breathily.
"Good. I'm gonna keep going now. And I'll stop after every five. Fifteen more."
He begins again, and I cry out every time. Both in pleasure and pain. Six. Seven. Eight. As he spanks me, I slide my arms father across the bench so that my head and chest are almost touching the leather. When his hand comes down for the ninth time, I bite my lip to muffle the cry, then grit my teeth and say the number. On the tenth, I cry out louder than before, resting my forehead on the bench and breathing heavily. He hits me again, harder than before, since I'm halfway through. I let out something between a cry and a moan. He rubs my ass again, and I feel him bend this time to kiss along my spine. "Are you okay, Prezioso?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine."
"You sure? I can stop if you want. All you have to do is safeword."
"No. I'm fine. It's just a little overwhelming."
"Overwhelming?"
"All the feelings," I explain. "The pain, the pleasure, the wanting for more, yet wanting it to end."
"Mm," he says in understanding.
"But I'm fine, really. I can handle it."
"Okay. But, so you know, I wouldn't allow you to lie down like this if I were actually punishing you."
"Okay."
"Okay," he says. He stops rubbing me, and places a kiss on my ass a last time before starting up again.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. I cry out on all of them. I find myself raising my ass to his hand. My cries are getting so loud that I have to bite my lip to stifle them. After that, he hits me harder for the fourteenth, then says, "No. I wanna hear you."
"But aren't I too loud?"
"I don't care. Now, count."
"Fourteen."
Again. This time, my cry comes out as a staggering gasp mixed with a cry. I didn't know that was possible, but apparently it is. "Fifteen."
He stops, rubbing me again. I hear the floorboards creak, and then he kisses my buttcheeks in turn. I look behind me, and see him on his knees. Then, I suddenly feel his finger against my folds. He groans and mutters. "Perfect. So wet." I bite my lip as I look back at him. He notices and says, "We'll do this after you decide whether or not we have a relationship. Call it an incentive." I groan and he smiles before standing back up. "Last five," he whispers. "I want to hear you," he reminds me. Then, he rubs my butt again, and so brace myself for the impact. He hits harder than the other times, probably since it's the last ones. I moan as I say the number. Another rub then, "Seventeen." They sting, but I'm so sensitive now, that everything just excites my nerves. It's like a seesaw. It'll be more pleasure than pain, then the next will be more pain than pleasure. Back and forth. I grit my teeth into the next one, but still moan from the tingling sensation it gives me. "Eighteen." My hands grip the sides of the bench tightly as he rubs me again. His hand leaves, and then I'm gasp-moaning again like before. "Nineteen." The last one is harder than any of the others, and I scream in a climax, coming hard and fast. "Twenty." I whisper when I finally gain control of my brain again.
Colton picks me up, and carries me to the bed. He mutters words about how beautiful I am as he sits down, how precious I am-which still makes me feel like a small child-and how hard I just made him. At the last part, I get an idea. I move out of his arms, and crawl across the bed, grinning wickedly. "What are you doing, Talia?" He asks. I pause at my name. I don't think he's ever said it before. "Do me a favor, and call me Talia from now on. It sounds good when you say it." He smiles. Then, I remember what I was doing in the first place, and continue my trip down his body. "Talia, I asked you a question. Answer me," he says in an authoritative voice.
"Me? I'm just trying to please you, Sir," I say innocently. I unbutton his pants, then undo the zipper, and take out his considerable length. He groans, as I touch his rock-hard length. I smile up at him and say, "May I, Sir?"
He nods, pinching his eyes shut and leaning his head back. I reach out my tongue to lick him tentatively. He groans again, and I grow confident. Soon enough, I take his entire length into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks and sheathe my teeth as I take as much of him as I can. He grins again. "Yes, Talia. Just like that."
My head begins bobbing up and down on his member, and his fingers wind into my hair, guiding me. His little gasps and groans spur me on further, and I push myself to take more of him. When I come back up, I flick my younger around the head, which earns me a moan from him, then dive back down again. He begins to jerk, and I decide to let him take over. Understanding what I'm doing, and the sumbission I'm giving him, he grasps my head tighter and starts roughly gherkins in and out of my mouth. He's using me, and I don't care. I wanted him to. It's actually kind of a turn on. He slows down, and I guess he's trying to hold off his climax. I take the opportunity to unsheathe my teeth and delicately run them up and down his shaft, and he loses it. He grabs my head again, and I have just enough time to re-sheathe my teeth with my lips before he begins to jerk himself in and out of my mouth. Before long, he tells me he's coming, and roars his release as rope after rope of hot semen is sent down my throat. I struggle to swallow it all. When he's done, I sit up and lick my lips before looking at him brightly, happy that I gave him release too. He's panting heavily, eyes shut and head leaned back against the headboard. He finally opens his eyes and looks at me in wonder.
"You're something else, you know that?" He asks. I shrug and he smiles, pulling me against him.
I don't know how long we sit there, the only thing I know is that I will never be the same. And I can't decide if that excites me, or terrifies me.
'Both.' I decide. 'Definitely both.'