Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“Get ready,” Dash warned.

Seconds ticked by with nothing, no touching, no words. Thorne’s heart raced. When would the first blow come?

“Anticipation,” Dash whispered. “It’s so sweet.”

“Bastard.”

Crack! Dash slapped Thorne’s ass, not a playful tap but a hard blow that stung.

Dash caressed him. “So sensitive. I love it.”

“Of course I’m—”

Smack! Another hit on the opposite cheek.

“That fucking hurt!” It had and yet…Thorne was harder than ever.

“Relax.” Dash rubbed his back, hands sliding along the sides of his spine. “Let go. Melt into the mattress and just feel.”

“I do feel, and it fucking hurts.”

“Feel it here.” Dash circled his cock again, jacking him off for a few seconds, just long enough for Thorne to get really into it before stopping abruptly, leaving Thorne trying to fuck the air.

“How the hell can I—”

Dash cut him off with an assault on his ass. Smacks, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Thorne wasn’t sure what to expect next. His ass grew hot, the burn almost overwhelming, but holy fuck, it was erotic. Pleasure, pain, Thorne wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but his balls were high and tight, and he was going to come if Dash didn’t stop.

“I knew you’d like it.” Dash sounded so fucking satisfied with himself.

“Bastard!” But Dash was right. Thorne loved it. It wasn’t the pain exactly. It was mostly knowing that Dash was in control, and Thorne was completely willing for him to be. That and the fact that Dash was getting off on his reactions.

Dash stopped spanking him, taking time to rub and knead Thorne’s aching flesh. “You’re nicely reddened. Do you think you can take more?”

“Yes.” He wanted to if that was what Dash wanted.

“Of course you can. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

That was true, and it terrified Thorne, but he forced out a ragged “yes.” Dash remained still, not giving him any more. He needed to come. “Damn it, take what you want. I promised to pay you, and you’re going to get your weekend’s worth.”

“Fuck, Thorne. I…”

Thorne glanced over his shoulder and looked Dash up and down. Dash’s hard cock strained against his pants.

“What is it? Tell me,” Thorne demanded, not that he could put much authority into his voice when his ass was on fire and he was bent over the bed.

“You’re even more perfect like this than I imagined. Watching you realize how much you love me smacking your ass is just so… I need you.”

Thorne smiled. “Then take me.”

“I said I’d fuck you but…”

“What do you want?” Thorne asked, because whatever it was, he wanted to do it. Pleasing Dash made him so fucking happy, maybe happier than he’d ever been.

Dash smacked his ass a final time, and he let out an undignified yelp. “Up on the bed. On your back. I want to suck you off while your sore ass squirms against the sheets.”

“Fuck yes.” Dash’s mouth around his cock was suddenly the very thing he needed most.

Thorne managed to pull his legs up onto the bed, wincing at how stiff they were and how fucking much his ass hurt now that he was no longer in the heat of the moment.

“You okay?” Dash asked, his voice filled with concern that made Thorne’s chest tighten. He was such a good man. He deserved better than a boring, arrogant asshole.

Thorne turned over and lay on his back, managing not to groan when his ass made contact with the sheets. “I’m fine. Just a little stiff.”

Dash grinned at him. “I’ll loosen you up.”

“I bet you will.”

Dash stretched out by his side and drew circles on his abdomen with his fingertip. “Close your eyes and relax.”

“Do you see this?” Thorne pointed to his cock. “There’s no relaxing with that.”

Dash adjusted his position so his mouth was poised over the tip of Thorne’s cock. “Give it a shot.”

“I’ll give you a shot,” Thorne grumbled. “Of cum right down your throat.”

Dash laughed before swallowing him down. Thorne wanted it to last, but every scrape of his sore ass against the sheets as he thrust up into Dash’s willing mouth sent him closer, and too soon he was shouting, groaning, giving Dash exactly what he’d wanted.

“Fuck,” Dash muttered as he laid his head against Thorne’s hip. “That… You…”

“Yeah. Yeah. You were right again. I like being spanked.”

Dash chuckled, his breath tickling Thorne’s sensitized skin. “Of course I was.”

“I’d even let you do it again.” Thorne didn’t like how readily he’d confessed that, but it was true.

“I will do it again.”

“Come up here. Let me take care of you.” Thorne didn’t want to leave Dash hanging, not after that amazing blowjob.

“No need,” Dash said. He rolled over on his back, and Thorne saw the wet spot on the front of his trousers.

Thorne couldn’t help but smile. This was the second time Dash had come before he’d meant to. Thorne loved that he affected Dash so strongly.