Page 146 of Squad Ghouls

I love you.

I’m proud of you.

You’re perfect.

Each one was followed by another slap on my oversensitive skin. Each one sent me higher until my mind was almost completely blank.

“The spoon,” I slurred at some point.

“What?” he asked, and I pawed at the blankets next to his hip to find it. Why? I had no idea. Where had the thought come from? I had even less idea about that. But my gut told me it was right. It was what I wanted. What I needed.

“Use it.”

I thrust it into his hand and he took it, breathing fast, his eyes dark as he stared at it.

“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck, Owain, you’re too much. In the best way possible.”

“Then do it. You said you’d do it.”

“I’ve been doing it, love. Your arse is all pink and red from my hand.”

“But not from the spoon,” I whined. “Want the spoon. The love spoon.”

He tensed beneath me before tugging the spoon from my hand and taking a deep breath. “You sure?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

He ran the carved wood over my arse, tracing the shape of his palm on my skin with it.

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he said. “Promise me, Owain.”

“I will. I’ll tell you, Ryan. Please.”

“You’ll kill me,” he growled, but the words came with a gentle tap of the spoon against my skin instead of punctuation.

It didn’t hurt. Compared to the sting of his palm it was nothing. But the sheer idea of it made me want to scream.

He bought the spoon for me.

He kept it so he could give it to me.

He loved me.

He was staying.

Another smack with the spoon, and this time I did scream.

The sound carried. It crashed against the cliff and shattered into the ocean. He ran the spoon down the cleft of my ass, drew shapes with it, following imaginary and real patterns. And in between, he spanked me.

Harder.

Softer.

Fast taps one after another, not letting me breathe before a long pause made me beg. The tip of the spoon touched my entrance. His finger did too. All fleeting. All playful and tortuous and too much and not enough.

I wasn’t in control anymore; not even close. I was reduced to exposed nerves and a need so great it made me melt into him.

Another snap of the spoon.