Corbin (The Theriot Family)

He glanced up at me, and I kept my expression stern despite how much I wanted to smile at the sight of him so unsure. “Keep going.”

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor with the dirty coveralls. Then he stuck his hands into the waistband of his boxers and stretched them to ease them over his hard cock. I saw precum leaking from the tip.

When he’d kick them off so they could join the pile on the floor, he faced me, meeting my gaze. I was sure he was trying to prove he wasn’t scared, but I’d seen the way his fingers shook as he peeled the boxer briefs down his thighs. “What are you going to do to me?” Corbin asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Anything I want.” I walked around him slowly, studying his gorgeous body. His pert little ass looked as delicious as I’d known it would be. If it were up to me, he’d never wear clothes. “What do you think you deserve for your actions?”

“For you to leave and not come back.”

My chest ached at those words. “I never said you had to be perfect. I just said you had to learn and that I would teach you. I said I would discipline you when you messed up, and that’s what I’m here to do.”

“I hope you’re here to fuck me too.”

I grinned at how desperate he sounded. “I’ll see how well you take your punishment before I decide that.”

“Shit, Beau. I knew better, but you just… You make me crazy. No matter how much I tell myself I want to be good, I can’t stop being a brat around you. I can’t stop trying to take back control.”

I had to fight the urge to pull Corbin into my arms and soothe him. He needed someone to care for him even more than I’d realized. “I enjoy the struggle. I don’t mind if you push back. I don’t mind if you try to take control because you’re not going to be able to. Ultimately, you’re mine, and you know it.”

I moved back to stand in front of him and saw his eyes widen at my words. “Does that shock you? Really?”

“I… You mean for now. For tonight.”

“Is that what you want? One more night?”

He swallowed hard.

“Answer me.”

“Is this part of my punishment? Being forced to humiliate myself.”

I stepped closer and brushed the backs of my fingers over his cheek. “I suppose you could say that. Making you learn to respond with the truth is one of the things I want to teach you, but that’s not why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because I want to know the answer.”

“And you get what you want?”

“This time I will.”

“I don’t know what I want. The way I feel about you… All this.” He waved a hand around. “I’m really confused.”

I brushed my lips over his. “Maybe later you’ll have an answer.” I walked over to the bed and sat down. “Come lie over my lap.”

He made a strangled noise. “Are you… What are you…”

“I’m punishing you. When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it. I can’t teach you discipline if I can’t expect you to obey me.”

“Why do you think I need—”

I placed a finger over his lips. “Do you want to go there? Do you want to push back more, or do you want to take your punishment and be allowed to get off tonight?”

“You mean you would really… No. No way.”

“Corbin. Here’s how this is going to work. You tell me no and I’ll walk out that door. I’ll have the Ferrari delivered here in the morning, and unless your brother insists you handle business with me, we won’t need to see each other, or you do as I say and offer your ass to me.”

I held my breath, praying he wouldn’t tell me to get out. He needed this. Hell, I needed it. This week had been filled with horror, and the thought of spanking him then fucking him afterwards, of the sounds he would make, of the way he would writhe under me had me nearly out of my mind. Corbin was the one bright spot in my world right then, and I didn’t want to lose him.

He closed his eyes, and I watched his chest rise and fall before he looked at me, his eyes full of so many emotions I couldn’t interpret them all. “Punish me. I need you to.”

“Good boy. Come here.”

I helped Corbin arrange himself over my lap. I knew he was nervous and unsure what this would be like, but his cock was still as hard as steel where it dug into my thigh. I was sure there’d be a damp spot where he’d leaked precum on my coveralls.