Page 12 of Tessa

“This!” Dax’s yell was loud and exasperated.

It also told him nothing. Raising his hand to poise over Dax’s bottom, Beau gritted his teeth.

“Last chance, babyboy. Tell me what this is or I’m going to have to force it out of you.”

Dax sighed. “Maybe that’s what I need.”

Blinking in surprise, Beau lowered his hand. Dax’s answer was not what he’d been expecting, and as he looked at his boy prone over his lap, helpless and needy with Daddy’s fingers buried in his ass, he realized that it was exactly the answer he needed.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, pulled Dax’s pants over his bottom, and gently pulled Dax to a standing position in front of him.

Dax looked crestfallen. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

Beau smirked to himself as he quickly stood, bent at the waist, and upended Dax over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Throwing one arm across Dax’s legs, he carted him out of the office.

For a moment Dax seemed speechless. Then he started sputtering. “Beau… what… why… where? Put me down!”

Beau remained calm answering his questions in no particular order. “What: we are leaving. Where: upstairs. Why: because whatever is going on with you, if I’m going to spank and fuck it out of you, I’m going to do so in the privacy of our own room. And no, babyboy, I will not put you down. You told me in no uncertain terms that you needed me to take control of this situation, so that is exactly what I am doing.”

“Oh. Well. Okay then.”

They made the rest of the trip to their room in silence, and when they got there, Beau closed and locked the door behind them, and set Dax on his feet.

“What…?” Dax started to ask a question and Beau shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“Hush, babyboy. You don’t get to ask questions, and you’ve already given your consent. You have your safeword if you need it but other than that, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you, unless I ask you a question or unless you’re inspired to tell me what is wrong. Now, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Dax’s response was a thick whisper.

“Good.”

Kneeling in front of Dax, Beau removed his shoes and socks, and then his still- undone jeans. His work shirt, a plain navy-blue button-down , came next. Soon, Dax was standing in front of him, naked and vulnerable, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped with anticipation.

He was a blank canvas in need of his Daddy. Walking around him in a circle, Beau rubbed his chin, taking in his tight abs, and his round bottom, and each and every well-toned muscle. His skin was lightly tanned, and unmarked, with no evidence of the well-placed swats that had been delivered in the conference room downstairs.

Taking a step closer, Beau came up behind him and squeezed his right ass cheek. “Look at this perfect white bottom. It’s not going to be white for long though, is it?”

Dax said nothing.

Grabbing a fistful of Dax’s hair, Beau yanked his head down. “I asked you a question. Answer me, boy.” As he barked out orders, Beau grinned. He was getting into the scene and though he hadn’t known it, he needed it as much as Dax did.

Dax shivered. “I… wouldn’t know, Daddy. I’m not in charge.”

Beau smirked. “Damn straight. Good answer. But just so we are clear, the answer is no. No, it won’t be white for long. When I’m done with you, your bottom is going to be bright red and marked.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And when it’s hot and sore, and you’re begging for mercy, I’m going to stuff my cock in your ass and fuck you until you don’t know which was is up.”

Dax whimpered.

“And you’re going to like it.” He released Dax’s hair and smacked his ass again. “Aren’t you, boy?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

Coming around to the front, Beau took Dax by the elbow and led him over to the bed, placing him facedown with his upper half on the mattress and his feet on the floor.

“Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you? Explain what ‘this’ is?”