Page 60 of Beautiful Disaster

“I mean, are they okay with you and me?”

“Who gives a crap? It’s my life. Not theirs,” he snaps.

I should punish him for that, and I will. For now, I say, “But they also care and worry about you.”

“I’m a big fucking boy.”

I’m curious if he ever asks them for help. Jinx is clearly stubborn in a lot of ways, which is understandable after all he’s been through. I can see Jinx refusing to let anyone in, which makes it all the more powerful that he lets me see all his sides.

“Careful with your words, Jinx. I’m already going to punish you for snapping at me.”

“But… but I wasn’t… not at you.”

“Plus, you used an expletive.”

“I… I didn’t… That’s not fair! It wasn’t at you.”

“And now you’re arguing.”

His mouth snaps shut, and he sags in the saddle.

“You know the rules. Go to the stable, remove everything from Beauty, put it away, and let her roam in the pasture with the others. Then I want you back in that stable, facing the wall. There’s a section with several hooks screwed in. You’re going to place your bracelets on a hook with your pants and underwear down. You will wait like that for me until I come for you.”

“Yessir,” he groans.

I smile at his back as he mopes away, riding Beauty back to the stables.

Once Beauty runs off after being put in the pasture, Jinx heads back into the stables and waits for me. I set the timer on my phone for ten minutes, giving him time to think about his words and actions. No better lesson than standing there, ass out and exposed. He should be warm enough in there.

My phone beeps when the time is up, so I hop off the fence and head toward the stables, ambling my way, taking my time.

I slide the barn door open, step inside, and close it behind me. Jinx is halfway down, arms up and hooked. His pants are down as I’d asked, the coat hanging next to him. What a stunning sight he is. He looks sexy in my cowboy hat, bare ass, and cock hanging out. My own dick swells from noticing he’s hard. So beautifully submissive. He doesn’t want to be punished, but he’ll do it for me.

I had plans for him in this barn today, but this is even better.

Stepping behind him, I drag my fingers across his ass, which is cold in the air. He shudders and drops his head.

“You just insist on testing me. I’m starting to think you enjoy being punished.”

He shakes his head but keeps his mouth shut. I smile crookedly and rest my palm on one ass cheek.

“Oh, I think you do.”

He shakes his head harder.

“Did you not like your pillow and sitting in the corner?”

He huffs and growls at me. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“Perhaps we should do that instead, then.”

A whimper escapes him, and he drops his head again.

It’s clear he didn’t like the time-out. Adamant about it. Perhaps I left him there too long, leaving him in his head. He’ll certainly like this better.

“How are you doing, being hooked by your wrists? Green, yellow, or red, my pet?”

“Green,” he says with such confidence that I believe him.