Decoding Desires Ch. 09

It sounds weird to me and I'm worried my anxiety will ruin it. He must sense it, because he squeezes my hands and bites his lower lip. "We don't have to, I can figure out something else. Spanking is always good."

My little man perks at the thought of being over Lee's lap, but I can't deny that I'm curious about time out. "No, let's try it. I told you I'm willing to try anything once."

"Thanks. What do you wanna do now?"

"I thought we were doing my punishment?"

"I wasn't sure if you wanted time to digest or not. We can-"

"Now is good. I'm, um. I want you to punish me for eating garbage today."

Lee squeezes my hands again. "Nice. Okay." He squeezes a last time, then pulls away and stands up. I pick up my empty fruit bowl, then grab his and deposit them in the sink. He's waiting for me in the doorway, looking nervous-excited. I follow him to his bedroom.

"Strip," he demands as soon as the door shuts behind me, his Sir voice hitting me full force.

"Strip?" I parrot, still stunned by the sudden appearance of Sir.

"You heard me, Brat. Strip down. Now." I'm a flurry of activity as I struggle to remove clothing I literally only put on an hour ago. He's watching my every move, I can feel his eyes on me. "Underwear, too." I flush, I wasn't gonna take them off, but now I slowly slide them down, letting my eager little man catch on the band so that he pops up as I drop them.

I really like being a brat, and the look on Sir's face spurs me on. I close my fist over my dick and stroke once, drawing it out a little. Sir watches me, then licks his lips.

"I didn't say you could touch my cock, Brat," Sir says. He walks over to me, then walks around me, inspecting my body. "Your bruise is almost gone," he notes. "Shame."

"Sorry, Sir," I say, and instantly feel dumb about apologizing for healing, but he chuckles. His fingers trail over my collarbone on each side, then down my arms. I shiver, but I'm not cold.

"I heard you need to be punished," he whispers into my ear. I shiver again and he grabs my arms, not hard, just supporting me.

"Yes, Sir," I admit after swallowing a few times, suddenly so embarrassed and ashamed, but all of it feeding into my arousal. I'm always horny when I don't see Lee for a few days, but I suddenly feel like if I don't bust a nut right now my dick will explode.

"What did you do that you need to be punished?"

I swallow hard again, it's so fucking embarrassing that my throat constricts, trying to force me to stay quiet. "I ate like garbage, Sir," I eventually say.

Sir releases my arms and turns me so I'm facing him. "You ate like garbage?" he asks, making me squirm. He's so close to me he could kiss me, but he doesn't touch me at all, which makes it even worse, and also better.

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"You will be sorry," he agrees. "What garbage did you eat today?"

"A protein bar and cupcakes from the gas station." He doesn't say anything, just watches me, making me squirm. One eyebrow raises to question whether I've admitted everything I ate, which I have, but I know I left one thing out. "And an energy drink. It was zero sugar, though."

"It still counts," Sir confirms. I purse my lips in frustration and he puts one finger over them. "You'll earn one minute for each food you ate that wasn't good for you. So, you'll be in time out for three minutes. Do you understand?"

Because I'm me, I say, "What about the cupcakes? There's two in a package." I hate that I said it, but I also wanted to say it, I want Sir to be firm with me.

Sir bites his bottom lip. "Four minutes. Thank you for correcting me." I whine and he laughs. I fucking hate this. I fucking love it. It's so confusing, but one thing I'm not confused about is how horny it makes me.

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to go stand in the corner, behind the door." I move into place without further prompting. "Good boy. Now, put your nose into the corner, hands behind your back. I'm setting a timer on my phone for four minutes now. I want you to spend this time thinking about what you've done to earn time out.

"Yes, Sir."

"Oh, and no more talking unless I ask you a direct question. Do you have any questions for me before we start?"

"We haven't started yet?" I ask, already uncomfortable.

"No, Brat. I'll tell you when we start."

"What happens if I leave before my time is up?"

His fingers along my shoulder blades make me jump. He leans close, I can feel his body heat as his shirt brushes against my skin. "You earn more time out, and a bad boy spanking until you beg me to stop."

"I'll never beg you to stop," I whisper back.

He kisses the back of my ear. "We'll see about that. Be a good boy today, yeah?"

"Yes, Sir," I say, wanting nothing more than to please him.

"Good boy," he says, sending a tingle up my spine. "Your time starts now."

I almost say something, then remember his instructions and hold my tongue. My legs are already protesting, and I think it's mostly because I'm in trouble and now I'm paying attention to standing in the corner. I look down and see my dick drooling all over the place and I'm ashamed.

I'm standing in the corner, it shouldn't be sexy, it should feel demoralizing, but it isn't. It feels like Sir loves me. I hate that I disappointed him by eating poorly. I love that he's punishing me for it. I hate that I'm here, in the corner, in time out. I love how fucking excited it's getting me, and how it feels to be following Sir's orders.

Time is like taffy in the corner. It feels like a million minutes, like it will never end, and then Sir tells me one minute has passed and it didn't feel like a minute at all. My shoulders are aching from the weird position I'm in to press my nose to against the wall and I shift my weight.

"No moving," Sir barks. I jump, then force myself to stand still. I didn't think he'd be watching me so closely. I have to hold back my response, I almost say "yes sir" by reflex alone, but I hold it in. "Good boy. You look so sexy, standing in the corner."

I shiver, trying my hardest to stay still. I'm thinking about Sir's eyes on me, about Sir watching my punishment. I imagine he's got an amused face on. I hear something rustling and wonder if he's taking his clothes off or if he's doing something to the bed. I'm straining to listen to his every movement, to catalogue his every breath.

I'm imagining him stroking himself while watching me in the corner. It's humiliating in the most sexy way, which I realize is a weird thing to find sexy, but it is. My dick is so hard it hurts, precum slicking the bottom of my shaft.

Two minutes, Sir informs me. I whine, I can't help it, and Sir chuckles. More rustling behind me and I want to look, but I can't. I want... I can't even think straight anymore. My legs are burning for no good reason, and my shoulders are yelling at me. It sucks, but it's also hot as hell. My little man bobs in agreement.

Three minutes. Almost done. Fuck. Fuck. It's so fucking intense. I'm gonna eat better. I'm gonna be a good boy for Sir. I want to be a good boy for Sir. I wonder if Sir is proud of me, if I'm doing a good job in corner time. Every muscle that burns and aches from standing in position feels like a small victory.

I wonder if Sir is masturbating to this. Fuck, it'd be so hot if he cums while I'm in time out. Hot and frustrating. I want him to blow on me, like, to cum on me as I stand in the corner, unable to move. I want him to find it so hot he can't wait to face fuck me, that he needs to cum right now.

It's so hard not to touch myself. It's so hot to think of why I'm in the corner. I'm so ashamed to be doing corner time, and also so fucking horny I could bust at even the slightest bit of manual stimulation. I imagine being on my knees and Sir cumming on my cheek, or in my hair. On my back. I imagine his hot passion landing on me, then leaving a cold trail as it slides down my body.

Sir begins counting down from ten. I'm whining and struggling not to dance from foot to foot as he slowly counts the last of my time.

"One," he says, the word more charged than it should be. "Good boy, Brat. Come here."

I have to shake my legs out and stretch my arms first, he watches my body with hungry eyes. He's still dressed, to my disappointment. It's also fucking sexy as hell that he's wearing clothing and I'm not. It reinforces that he's in charge. I trot to him, eager and excited.

His hands wrap around the back of my neck and he pulls me close. "Good job, Brat," he whispers directly into my ear, making my legs go to jelly. "But I wanna punish you even more now. You looked so sexy in the corner."

"Sir," I pant, my breath stopping short. I swear to god I will spray cum all over if he even brushes against my little man.

He kisses me gently, then steps forward without breaking the kiss. It pushes me back a step, then walk-kisses me until my back is against the wall. "Fuck," I moan into his mouth as he smooshes me against the wall.

"Hands on the wall," he says, voice husky.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, moving quickly.

"Back stays on the wall, hands stay on the wall. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," I repeat.

"Good." He kisses my lips but when I open for him he pulls away. I whine in disappointment and he laughs, then kisses my jaw, then down my neck. Kisses land on my collarbone, then a nibble, then his teeth sink into my flesh. I squeak in surprise, then moan as the pain settles in. He releases his bite too soon, I'm not done with those perfect teeth.

"More, Sir, please," I beg, trying to arch my back without it leaving the wall and failing. "Mark me more."

Sir purrs, then kisses the spot where he bit. I shiver as he kisses his way across my throat to my other shoulder, then bites down again. I moan and he sighs, sounding content. "I love you," he whispers in my ear after he releases my bite. I'm super excited that I'll have new bruises, I love seeing his mark on me every time I look in the mirror.

I like that I belong to Lee. It's weird, and I never thought that was something I'd ever feel, but here we are. Lee kisses his fresh bite, then begins kissing his way down my chest. He circles my nipple a few times and I can't stand the teasing.

"I thought this was punishment," I complain. "It feels so good."

"Don't rush me, Brat," Lee chides. "I'll punish you how I see fit."

"Yes Sir," I agree. He doesn't give me any time to prepare, he catches the nub of my nipple between his teeth and grinds. "Fuck!"

He releases his bite and sucks my nipple into his mouth. He does something with his tongue that makes it hard for me to stand still and I'm squirming, and fighting against myself to stop squirming. "Still don't think I'm punishing you?" he asks, then moves to the other nipple.

He teases this nipple a little first, flicking it with his tongue a few times before catching it between his teeth. His bite is just as sharp on this side and I'm dancing, hands fisted against the wall. "Sir, Sir," I pant, wishing I could bury my hands in his hair, fighting to keep my back connected to the wall as the world narrowed down to my nipples, the one in his mouth sharp, and the one he'd finished with achy.

As if to immediately contradict my last thought he returns his attention to the sore nipple. I yip as his teeth close over my tender nipple again. I love it when he laughs when he punishes me, it lets me know he's enjoying it, too. He teases my nipples for an amount of time I can't count, and too soon and not soon enough he kisses down my belly. He traces my treasure trail with his nose, then leans back and meets my eyes.

"So much precum, Brat," he praises. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Sorry Sir, it feels so good."

I look away from him, I can't meet his eyes. "Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, Sir, please," I say quickly. Too quickly. He smiles his evil Sir smile and I know I've made a mistake.

"Good boy," he praises, then grabs my dick and squeezes down hard. "So wet." He strokes me twice and I'm dancing, trying to keep my back on the wall, trying not to cum. "Are you gonna cum?"

"I'm so close," I whisper through gritted teeth.

"No," Sir says firmly.

My eyes were shut, they fly open. "Huh?"

"No. You may not cum."

"But you said-"

Sir smiles at me in a way that should be illegal. "You need to ask for permission, and tell me before you're going to come, understand?"

"Sir, are we, are you gonna waste it like before?"

Sir smiles wickedly. "We'll see." He squeezes down again and locks eyes with me. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Tell me."

I gulp down air. "Ican'tcomeunlessIask," I say fast, all one word.

"Good boy." He leans in and smells me. "You smell horny, Brat."

"I wanna cum, Sir," I whine.

"Too bad. You'll come when, and how I tell you to, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I want your cock, Sir," I beg. "I want your cum."

"We'll see," he dismisses, then leans forward. He licks my head and I'm gonna be a minute man. Forget that, I'm close to a few seconds man right now.

"Stop! I'm gonna cum," I moan, hating it, loving it.

He pulls back. "I've only just licked the tip," he noted. "You're a little slut today, aren't you?"

"Your slut, Sir," I agree. "Please can I cum?"

"Yes, you can ejaculate," he says, smiling.

It's a trap, and I've fallen into it. He sucks my dick deep and I'm done on his second bob. He pulls off just before the orgasm hits, but my balls still pull up, and soon I'm ejaculating, squirting backed up cum hard enough that it lands on Lee's cheek.

"Sorry, Sir, sorry," I moan, my hips bouncing off the wall with each pulse of wasted cum.

Lee looks up at me and locks eyes again, then wipes my spunk off his cheek with a finger. He brings it to his mouth and sucks it in. I want to look away, but I can't. I'm moaning and whining like a bitch in heat and looks so pleased with himself. He cleans the rest of it up as it oozes out of me and pushes his finger into my mouth.

The bitter taste is a headrush and I'm swooning. He holds me up by my hips and I'm grateful, everything is super intense and I'm having a hard time parsing it all out.

"Brat?"

"Hmm?" I hum, it's all I can muster. I'm so frustrated and horny, but also feeling super light headed and fluffy. It's hard to describe, but I lean into it.

"You good?"

"Peachy," I mutter. "Sir," I add as an afterthought.

"Good." Without warning he swallows down my dick again, sucking hard. I'm moaning and thrashing and I honestly couldn't tell you if my back was against the wall or not, I'm that lost to Sir's attention.

It isn't long before I'm ready to blow again. I almost don't tell him, but I can't disobey him. I don't want to disobey him, so I won't. "Sir, Sir, please, gonna cum," I moan.

"You're such a good boy," he praises as he watches my dick twitch again, my wasted cum oozing more than spraying this time. "I love watching you cum, Brat."

"Thank... you... Sir," I manage to say, I'm feeling floaty and frustrated and it's hard to make parts of my body work.

"Thank you, Brat," Sir says before he sucks me down again. He blows me for a while, and it's super intense, but I think he's found my limit. After a mind-numbing length of time I'm whining and writhing, I finally tap out.

"Sir, I don't think... I can cum... again..." It kills me to say it, I wanna cum so bad, but it's somewhere off in the distance and my dick is so super sensitive that I'm losing my mind.

"You sure?"

"I dunno, but it's, I dunno. Hard."

Sir chuckles. "That's fine, but I'm not done."

"Yes, Sir," I say, then begin to dance for him again as he sucks me down and bites me about midway down my shaft. He's so fucking sexy with my dick in his mouth that I wanna cum, I would've cum if I hadn't been milked so thoroughly already. He tortures me for however long he wants, I can't keep track. I feel like I'm so close, but not close at all.

Finally he relents. "Brat?"

"Hmm?"

"You good?"

"Mmm-hmm," I moan. Words are hard.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he praises, a whisper, but for me. "Come lay down with me?"

I step away from the wall, but something's wrong. It takes me a few confused blinks to figure out what. "You didn't come."

"That doesn't matter," he dismisses. "Come here."

"I want you to, Sir. You should always cum," I say, my head thick.

Sir chuckles and pulls me down onto the bed when I get close enough. He engulfs me in his arms and I never want to leave. I can feel his swollen member against my belly, I reach between us and grab it without thinking. "Mmm," Sir hums. "You did a good job tonight. I'm proud of you."

I blink a few times, my head is still thick with lust even if my balls are empty. "Sir?"

"It means a lot to me, when you're willing to try new things. And, when you seem like these things as much as I do? Mmm..."

I'm blushing, tracing the frill of Sir's cock with my finger, his manhood pulsing in my fist. "I belong here, Sir," I say, the words coming out before I let them, spilling out of their own accord.

Sir hugs me hard enough it nearly pushes the air from my lungs and holds it tight. "Fuck," I hear him whisper. "Fuck, Cody. Just." He squeezes, then relaxes his hold on me and kisses the top of my head. "I'm afraid to let myself actually believe it."

"Why?" I ask, wriggling until I can look up at him.

He looks fragile. "Why what?"

"Why are you afraid?" I ask. "I mean, like, afraid to believe what?"

He chuckles, but it sounds strained. "I'm not very good at relationships," he admits.

"Untrue," I say. My head is still thick, but it's clearing now. "You're the best."

He snorts. "I haven't had luck in the past, I guess."

I hug him, feeling super close to him, both physically and personally. "You never met the right person before. Or, at least that's how it feels to me. Before you... Well, you know what came before you. I never thought I'd meet someone who, like, it's weird. You, we do this stuff, like the Sir and Brat stuff, and it makes me so embarrassed and ashamed, but in a weirdly good, sexy way. With, ah, my ex, um. Well, like," I don't know what I'm trying to say, don't know how to say it, but my mouth keeps running. "The stuff we do, like, you make me do, and, um, it's like, it makes me feel good. I never feel like I'm, shit. I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"It's okay," he says, then kisses the top of my head again. "I'm just thankful to have you in my arms."

"No, I mean, I need to say it. Like, we do stuff that, like, purposefully controlling," Lee stiffens in my arms and I know I've chosen the wrong word. "Not controlling. Dominant. Gah, I'm, like. I never feel like how I did with my last boyfriend when I'm with you, even when I get spanked, or teased, or denied, or time out, or anything like that. Not like Jace was like that anyway, but he had his own... um. Yeah. You know what I mean. Like, that kind of stuff, if Jace had done it, would've been borderline abusive, and one hundred percent demeaning. But with you, it's exciting. It's fun. It, um, makes me feel valued, which is strange, but..." I shrug, not sure what else to say, hoping I was able to get him to understand my rambling.

Sir inhales, then blows out a long exhale. "I don't want you to feel like I'm demeaning you, or putting you down ever."

"You don't. I've never felt like that, that's what I'm trying to say. I like how I feel with you, even when I'm your Brat. I mean, I feel sexy embarrassed and sexy ashamed, which are both new feelings for me, but I never feel like you're better than me, or trying to put me in my place."

"I would never," he breathes, squeezing me again. "You need to tell me if-"

"I know," I agree. I really do know, I can feel it down to my bones. "I always feel like we're on level ground, even when we are Sir and Brat. I feel like we are equals, or sometimes, I feel like you treat me better than an equal, which I don't deserve, but I do enjoy. I never felt like this. I feel safe with you, like I can be who I really am and you'll still be here for me. Hell, I'm finding out I don't even know who I am yet, but I'm enjoying discovering it with you."