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its contact with a stinging slap.
    “I didn’t tell you to move.”
    “Sorry…Sir.”
    Beau proceeded to touch and stroke every inch of Marty’s quivering body. Well, almost every inch. Why the hell isn’t he touching the bits I want him to touch? Marty’s dick and balls ached for contact, though he suspected that if Beau kept up his gentle torment then Marty might well come regardless. He squeezed his eyes shut. Thoughts and images flooded his mind, uncontrollable, unstoppable. He gasped and snapped his lids open again.
    “Clear you mind. Focus on my touch, nothing else.”
    Somehow Beau’s instructions penetrated Marty’s brain. His fingers, locked behind his head, cramped. His arms ached. His body burned with a desperate need for release.
    “You may lower your arms. Clasp your hands behind your back.” From his pocket, Beau extracted a short, narrow strip of leather. When he wrapped it around the base of Marty’s cock and balls then cinched it tight, it was all Marty could do not to scream.
    “You don’t get to come unless I allow it,” Beau said, with far too much pleasure.
    There was something incredibly erotic about being naked in the presence of a fully dressed Dominant. Never especially confident in his body, Marty found it difficult to understand why he wasn’t making a dive for his clothes or at the very least covering himself with his hands. Instead he allowed Beau to touch him at will and to cut off his chance of orgasm. Surely there had to be some trade off for his submission. He has to let me come, for Christ’s sake, this is so unfair!
    Beau stepped toward him, cupped his face in both hands and kissed him. The kiss wasn’t rough but it was forceful. Marty parted his lips and granted Beau entry. He tasted of coffee. All instructions forgotten, Marty wrapped his arms around Beau’s body and pulled him closer. Beau grew more aggressive, ravaging Marty’s mouth, nipping at his lips, then suddenly pulled away.
    “Oh dear.” Beau shook his head. “Such disobedience can’t go unpunished, Marty.”
    Hot tears sprang into Marty’s eyes. He clasped his hands behind his back again, nails of one hand digging into the palm of the other. Apologies were pointless. He’d ruined everything. He dropped his head only to have it lifted as Beau’s knuckles pushed at his chin.
    “None of that. Mistakes are expected. Correction is part of the process. You’ll take your punishment and we will move on.” Beau stroked Marty’s hair. The logic of his words slipped into a neat little slot in Marty’s brain and he smiled then nodded.
    Beau glanced around the room. “Over the back of the couch, I think.” He guided Marty to the sturdy piece of leather-covered furniture and pushed him down, nudging his legs apart with a booted foot. “Three strikes feels appropriate. Count them.”
    Marty didn’t even have time to tense or breathe in before Beau’s hand landed on his bare ass. The initial sharp sting faded to a dull aching burn. Marty’s breath sped up. “Ow! One.”
    Beau spanked him again and pain bloomed across Marty’s other cheek.
    “Two!” The word came out as a gasping squeak.
    “You’re doing beautifully, sweetheart. Such lovely, rosy skin.”
    Marty felt the rush of displaced air and pushed his ass back toward Beau’s hand. The third strike landed centrally, Beau’s fingertips curling between Marty’s legs to catch his balls. This time Marty did scream.
    “Three!” He sobbed and a tear rolled down his face, landing with a splash on the back of the couch.
    Beau reached around him and unsnapped the cock ring. The release of pressure was all it took. Marty’s orgasm didn’t so much take him unawares as crash over him with sudden ferocity. Splatters of cum hit the back of the sofa. He struggled to take in enough air and his chest heaved. Then Beau was there, holding him, supporting him.
    “I’ve got you.” Beau’s voice was firm and steady.
    Marty sagged against him, his contentment