Free Brick and Mortar (Student Bodies #4) by Pandora Pine

his hand down the smooth wood and slapped it against his palm like he’d seen Turner do before setting it on the bed.
    Picking up Cannon’s gag, Turner stalked toward his brat. “Ordinarily for a session like this, I’d chain you to the bed.”
    Cannon’s eyes widened and his cock jerked against his stomach.
    Turner grinned, wrapping his fingers around Cannon’s dick, stroking it lightly. “You’d like being chained to the bed? Hmm?”
    “To your bed.” Cannon reached for Turner’s cock before stopping short. “May I touch you?”
    “Good boy. Yes you may.” Turner brushed a kiss against Cannon’s lips. “With the dog being so protective and you never having been paddled before, I’d rather your arms be free if you’re gagged.”
    “Thank you, sir.”
    “No, thank you, Cannon. Now let’s gag you.” He meant it. Cannon was giving him an incredible gift. It had been so long since he held his paddle, longer still since he’d last used it. Cannon seemed just as excited to use it as he was. Cannon had made him a Dom again. Mere words didn’t seem enough to thank his totally annoying and wonderful brat who was coming perilously close to stealing his heart.
    Cannon gave Turner’s dick one last long leisurely stroke before letting him go. He pressed one last kiss to Turner’s heart and turned around ready for the gag.
    Turner fastened the gag, his cock gliding against the crack of Cannon’s sweet ass. “Up on the edge of the bed, on your hands and knees.” Turner tugged on Cannon’s earlobe with his teeth before giving him small push forward.
    Cannon turned and tapped Turner’s heart three times before obeying his order.
    Not wanting to think about what the three taps could possibly mean, Turner focused on his naked submissive arranging himself on the bed. Turner could come just from the sight of a naked Cannon in the proper position, but there would be time for that later. “The use of the paddle is two-fold.” Turner picked it up from where Cannon set it down on the bed. “One is to punish, the other is to pleasure.”
    He moved closer to the bed, running his hand up Cannon’s right leg before dipping his middle finger against Cannon’s clenched pucker, biting his lip to keep from laughing when Cannon tried to moan around the gag and pushed back against his finger.
    Gliding his finger away from Cannon’s eager hole, he continued, “Since we don’t know how you will react to the paddle, I’ll treat this like a pleasure session. I’ll start with soft strikes and work up to more if you can take it. Your safe signal is a raised fist. Make a fist and hold it up and I stop what I’m doing. Don’t be stupid. Use it if you need it. You don’t need permission to come, just go with it if it happens. Are you ready?”
    Cannon gave a thumbs up.
    “Good boy.” The butterflies in Turner’s stomach took wing all at once. Standing at the side of the bed, paddle in hand was more exciting than every Christmas morning, first day of baseball season and the last day of school all rolled into one. This was his Super Bowl. “I’m starting now.” Turner tapped the paddle against Cannon’s left and then right butt cheek.
    Cannon moaned around the gag.
    “My brat likes that, huh?” Turner smirked. He liked it too.
    Cannon gave a thumbs up.
    The next set of whacks was harder. The paddle striking his bare skin made a satisfying thump in the quiet room. Making Turner’s dick jump was the way Cannon moaned after each strike. Bryce hadn’t been into impact play and out of respect for him, Turner had shelved his treasured paddle, but now with Cannon, the sky was the limit.
     
    Cannon hadn’t believed Turner when he said it was possible to come from being paddled, but he’d been right. With every paddle strike to his ass, the closer he felt to coming. He wished he could tell Turner how good it felt to obey him in this moment. How every crack of the paddle against his ass felt like Cannon was home.  He’d