Page 40 of Beautiful Disaster

I sit on the cushioned chair, staring out at the landscape before me. It looks like it’s going to snow again. I should be taking Jinx home, but I’m not ready to let him go yet. Hell, I haven’t even checked to see if the roads are clear.

It’s been a fucking interesting weekend. Hard, intriguing, grueling, sexy, and fun, all at the same time. Jinx is a disaster, beautifully so. We can be disasters together. Having a relationship with Jinx is going to be interesting, putting it mildly.

A couple of minutes later, Jinx walks in, carrying my coffee carefully. I’m chanting in my head for him to spill it just so I can spank him, but he doesn’t. He sets it on the table next to me. I lift the mug and take a tentative sip. It’s perfect.

Jinx stands there, in the full glory of nakedness, with his arms behind him like a soldier. His cock is still hard, though not as much as it was. “Anything else, Daddy?”

I set down my mug and snatch his cock, tugging him forward. “I’m sure I asked you to bring me my breakfast.”

He gasps and swells again, his eyes shimmering from blue to black. “Yessir.”

When I let him go, he runs off.

Yep, whenever he’s here, I’m definitely going to keep him naked. Part of me wants him here all the time, but he has a life outside of mine.

When he returns, he hands me a plate filled with fluffy scrambled eggs, two sausage links, buttered toast, and slices of strawberries. He also puts down a tall glass of orange juice next to my coffee.

“This looks delicious, my pet.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I take a bite of the eggs, surprised to find they’re mixed with melted cheese. “Where did you learn to cook?”

“We taught ourselves.”

“Good job.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He stands there as I eat, saying nothing, being the angel that I know he isn’t. I take my time, testing his patience. So far, so good.

I watch him shift from leg to leg out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn’t complain. I don’t look at him as I finish my meal. When I’m done, I put my plate down and drink the rest of my coffee and orange juice.

I say nothing, my hands across my stomach, and my ankles crossed over each other, fully satiated as I stare out at the beauty of nature.

Any second now…

And… right on cue, he whines. “Mason!”

I suck in my lips to keep from smiling and look at him, finally, his arms folded at his chest. Like the last time, I snatch his arm and pull him over my knees. “I am either sir, Mr. Vitali, or Daddy. I am never Mason unless I allow it.” He squirms over me, and I pin his arms back with one hand at his wrists. “And you failed my patience test.”

I slap one ass cheek hard. Redness in the shape of my hand appears on the pale flesh. Fuck, I love that. I love marking my subs. It’s beautiful.

I smack his other cheek, and he moans, and his cock presses hard into my thigh. Perhaps I should find a different sort of punishment for him. He seems to enjoy the spanking too much. Hell, I enjoy it too much. I’ll keep on doing it because it’s one of my favorites, but I’ll discover other ways. Denial seems to work well on him.

After a few more spanks, I help him stand.

“What do you say?” I ask.

“I’m sorry I was a brat, Daddy.”

He’s not sorry at all, judging by the gleam in his eye, but I let it slide. I want him to enjoy this as much as I do.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yessir.”

“Good. Please clear the dishes, clean the kitchen, make the bed, and pick up in the bathroom. Everything should be spotless. When you’re finished, please brush your teeth and come back down.”