Page 36 of Kane
I take William’s hand, small and trembling in mine, and lead him from the kitchen area through to the open living room. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows dominate the space, showing the entire glittering city spread out beneath us like a kingdom at my feet. I sit down on the wide leather couch facing the view and pat my thigh.
“Over my lap,” I say, my voice low and measured, reassuring almost were it not filled with an underlying menace. “Now.”
William hesitates only a second before he obeys, draping himself across my knees. His soft trousers stretch tight over his ass. I run my palm over the fabric, feeling the warmth of his body, then slowly tug the trousers and his briefs down to his knees in one smooth motion.
The boy’s bare bottom glows pale in the low light, still carrying faint traces of the ruler marks from the library. Perfect.
I bring my hand down hard.
Smack.
William jolts and lets out a small gasp as I feel his cock pressing up against my legs.
“Tell me what you did,” I say calmly, rubbing the spot I just struck.
Another hard smack. Then another.
“I… I came home after the library,” William whimpers. “I was so worked up… I took out my toys… my plug and my dildo…”
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The boy’s voice breaks as I spank him steadily, turning his ass a deeper and deeper shade of red. The city lights sparkle behind him as he squirms and confesses everything… how he fucked himself thinking of me, how he gagged on the dildo, how hard he came with the plug stretching his ass and his hand vigorously wanking his cock.
Every filthy detail spills out between yelps and moans until his bottom is blazing hot and he’s crying real tears against the couch cushion.
When William has fully confessed, I rub his sore cheeks gently, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.
“Good boy for telling me,” I murmur. “Now stand up.”
I watch as the boy rises on shaky legs, trousers still around his knees. I turn him to face the huge mirror that hangs on the wall beside the windows—angled so it reflects both him and the city behind him.
“Hands on your head. Eyes on me.”
William obeys, lacing his fingers behind his head. His red, freshly spanked bottom is perfectly displayed in the mirror, themarks vivid against his pale skin. Anyone looking up from the right building might catch a glimpse. The thought makes my cock throb.
I sit back on the couch and watch the boy. There is total submission in his eyes, and his flushed cheeks, but his nipples are hard under his thin top and his dick is pointing skyward, full and thick.
William is terrified. He is ashamed. But he is turned on in ways he could only dream of.
And he has never looked more beautiful.
“Look at yourself,” I tell him softly. “Look how pretty your punished ass is. The whole city could see what a naughty little boy you are… and how much you loved every second of it.”
William’s eyes stay locked on mine in the reflection. Trembling. Aroused. Completely mine.
I lean back, savoring the sight.
He must surely sense what I can sense… this is only the beginning.
* * *
Later that evening the apartment smells of lemongrass, coconut milk, and chili. I ordered enough Thai food to feed four people: green curry, pad Thai, crispy basil beef, spring rolls, and mango sticky rice for dessert.
William sits across from me at the long dining table in the open kitchen. He’s got his top on, but his red bottom is bare againstthe cool wooden chair, and every time he shifts I catch the tiny wince he tries to hide.
I watch him over the rim of my vodka glass.
He’s beautiful like this—flushed, marked by me, trying so hard to act normal while his punished ass throbs. My cock has been half-hard since the spanking, but right now the feeling in my chest is something quieter. Possessive.Protective.
