Face Down (Fuckboy Series Book 2) (FINISHED)

Chapter Eight

Colton was still grumbling under his breath when the elevator doors opened and let him out on the nineteenth floor. If he didn’t need this job so badly, he would have told Barrick to f**k off. But the reality of it was that he did need it, so he had to hold back his anger and make things right with Daddy and Kitten. The thought of what he had to do to make amends scared him a little. Daddy had looked so pissed earlier, and now he had the moment, and permission from Barrick, to do whatever he wanted to him to make up for it.

From the conversations he had overheard among the Casual Companions workers, Barrick had booked all the rooms on the nineteenth floor along with one of the ballrooms. One of the guys said the rooms had been rented for the clients to use if they wanted a place to go to speak privately with the employees to get to know them better and without all the noise. Colton called bullshit on that though. He knew the truth. The rooms were there in case the clients wanted to see or get a taste of the goods before they committed to buying them.

“We’re a dating service above all else,” Colton quoted Barrick’s words from his interview, spitting them out as he walked down the hallway. “What the f**k ever.”

Colton shook his head, trying to rein himself in. He was pissed, but right now wasn’t the time or the place to let it out. He could b***h all he wanted to Mason when he got home. Right now, he had to focus on not losing his job before the night was over.

When he found the room, Colton took a deep breath and knocked quietly. After a few seconds Kitten pulled the door open and stepped back to allow him inside. She looked at him but didn’t say anything as she shut the door and motioned for him to walk deeper into the room. Colton’s nerves skyrocketed, and he suddenly got anxious. If Kitten had been told not to speak to him, he could assume Daddy was truly ready to beat him half to death.

Fuck, this wasn’t going to end well for him.

He found Daddy sitting on a chair in the middle of the large room, watching him intently as he walked forward. Even though he didn’t look happy, he didn’t seem as pissed off as he had been earlier. Colton guessed that the initial feelings of anger toward him had subsided, but he could still see the embers of it burning in his eyes.

Colton walked toward him and without being told, instantly went to his knees in front of him and lowered his chin to his chest. His eyes found the space between Daddy’s feet and he waited quietly, knowing enough not to speak until he was directly addressed or told to. The last thing he wanted to do was anger this man any more than he already had.

“You pissed me off, boy,” Daddy growled in a harsh tone.

The need to apologize was strong, but Colton dutifully held his tongue and waited for Daddy to continue.

“I don’t like to be disrespected. I don’t like being ignored. If you didn’t want to accept our requests you could have simply refused them by hitting the reject button. You didn’t have to avoid us.” He reached out and slapped Colton’s face, forcing his head to the side sharply. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” Colton took a deep breath as the sting spread across his cheek and down the side of his neck.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

Colton had to think fast. How could he make this situation go away? How could he make Daddy and Kitten happy and not sacrifice his job?

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” Colton knew there was no use in denying it. Daddy wanted to hear him admit to ignoring him. It was the only way he could move past it. “I was scared,” he confessed honestly.

“Scared? Why were you scared of us?” Daddy’s voice lost a little of the heat it had held earlier as his eyes focused in on Colton.

“Because when I’m with the two of you, I feel out of control. I get overwhelmed by everything you do to me because I’ve never felt like this before. All the emotions, all the thoughts, all the sensations, hit me at once. I’m scared of the submission, Sir.” Everything he spoke was the truth and he knew if Daddy was looking in his eyes, he would see it reflected there.

When Daddy reached out to touch Colton, Colton flinched and braced for another slap. But instead Daddy gently pulled his chin upward. “Look at me, boy.”

It was an order and Colton obliged, looking up until his gaze met Daddy’s.

Daddy kept Colton’s chin in his hand as he spoke softly. “Don’t be afraid of us. And never be afraid of yourself. There’s nothing wrong with finding out who you truly are and enjoying it. Explore that part of yourself with us. Let us guide you as you submit completely and give yourself over to something bigger and deeper than yourself. Trust us. We would never push you beyond what you could handle.”

Colton felt something inside of himself relax. There was a certain amount of relief that came with allowing someone else to take complete control over your body and mind. He felt it as he looked into Daddy’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Master. I will never ignore you or Mistress again.”

Daddy held him there for a few moments, looking at him as if he was judging whether he was telling the truth. “Good. But understand you still have to be punished for this.”

When Daddy let go of his face, Colton lowered his eyes but held his head in the same position. “Yes, Master. I understand.” When he relaxed a little more, he realized for the first time since kneeling there in front of Daddy that his c**k was so hard it was painful.

“Stand up and pull your pants down, boy.”

Only then did Colton hesitate. “Right here, Master?”

The sudden backhand sent Colton sprawling onto the floor. “Right here, boy,” Daddy snapped at him, his voice laced with irritation. “Right here, right now.”

Colton got to his feet quickly, oblivious to the pain in his face as he rushed around to undo his belt and pull his pants down, letting them fall at his feet. When his c**k sprang free, he heard Kitten giggle for the first time since entering the room. His c**k strained upward, bulging at the seams as it ached to be touched. The need he felt was so overwhelming he almost didn’t hear Daddy when he spoke to him.

“I want you to drape your body over my lap. Head down on this side, legs on this side. I want your c**k dangling between my legs.”

This time, Colton didn’t hesitate. He laid himself across Daddy’s lap like he was told to, getting it right the first time. When he was in position, Daddy shifted his legs closed and squeezed Colton’s c**k painfully to keep him in place.

“Good boy.” Daddy ran his hand over Colton’s bare ass, slipping his fingertips into the crack of his ass to pull his asscheeks apart so he could get a good look at his hole. “I bet your hole missed my cock.”

Colton nodded, not saying anything. His hole had missed Master’s c**k so badly that he hoped he f****d him right there. He didn’t care if he wasn’t getting paid, he needed to release the tension that had been building inside of him all night.

Daddy reached down with his free hand and took a hold of Colton’s wrists, keeping them together as he stretched him out on his lap. Even though his body shifted, his c**k was trapped between Daddy’s legs, causing him to groan in pain. Any movement, even a slight shift in either direction, cause pain to shoot the entire length of his c**k.

Suddenly Daddy’s hand came down on his ass and Colton stiffened, crying out a little in agony when his c**k pulled. Daddy ignored any noise or movement he made. His hand continued to crash down on his ass. Colton groaned and wiggled around but after feeling the pain that came from his c**k being squeezed by Daddy’s legs, he made it a point to stay as still as possible.

After a few minutes the spanking stopped. Colton’s ass was red-hot and on fire from the punishment, but he was solely focused on the pain radiating from his groin area. He tried to take in a deep breath, but hissed when he felt Daddy’s hand moving over the surface of his raw ass, agitating the already irritated skin.

“How many was that?” Daddy asked.

Fuck!

He’d been so engrossed in everything that was happening that he hadn’t counted. He wanted to guess a number, but he knew Daddy knew the right one and would call him on it so he told the truth.

“I’m sorry, Master. I wasn’t counting.”

“Then I’ll start again. And for the record it was twenty-five.”

“Yes, Master.”

When Daddy started again, it was harder. Colton knew Daddy would be rougher with him the second time around because he hadn’t counted the first time. He tried to concentrate through the pain and discomfort, trying desperately to keep track of the number of times Daddy’s arm swung and his hand connected with his asscheeks.

By the time Daddy was finished, Colton was almost in tears. He felt as if his c**k had been ripped off his body and the heat radiating from his ass felt like a volcano ready to spill over.

“How many, boy?”

“Fifty-six, Master.” Colton’s voice was shaky when he answered. His legs were trembling, but he was trying hard to keep them still so his body wouldn’t shift and put more strain on his c**k. He hoped he was right, but he was in so much pain he could barely remember who he was and where he was at let alone how many times he’d been hit.

“Sixty. Let’s start again.”

Again, Daddy pounded his ass until it went numb. He only felt the force of his hand coming down across his flesh. He felt as if he was a little boy again and his dad was spanking him for whatever he’d gotten into at the time.

Colton whimpered when he felt his c**k jerk away from his body as Master hit him over and over. The tears fell down his face freely. By now he could barely feel Daddy’s punishment or the pain in his groin, but the emotions that were left in their wake were swimming around inside him and he couldn’t hold them back. He felt overloaded with emotions by the time Daddy stopped swinging his hand.

“How many, boy?”

He sniffed and cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. When he spoke his voice felt as broken as he did. “Eighty-eight, Master.” He hoped he was right. He prayed silently as Daddy took his time to tell him if he was right or not.

“Good boy.” Daddy let go of his wrists and used both hands to run them over his back and ass. His ass felt hot and welted as Daddy’s hands moved across his flesh. “That’s a good boy. Did that feel good?” Daddy spread his legs, releasing Colton’s c**k from the vice grip that had held it in place.

Colton felt the blood flow back into his p***s and felt the tears stream down his face as he all but sobbed right there on Daddy’s lap. “Yes, Master. Thank you for punishing me and putting me in my place.”

“You’re welcome. Can you stand?” he asked as he tried to help him up.

“I don’t think so.” Colton was shaking all over. He felt weak and unable to support his body weight.

When Daddy saw he was having a hard time he motioned to Kitten, who stood from her chair where she had sat the entire time, watching the exchange. She walked over as Daddy wrapped his arms around Colton, who instantly leaned into Daddy to steady himself.

“Take your time.” Daddy’s voice in his ear was soothing as he closed his eyes and tried to keep his body from shaking violently. Daddy’s fingers played in Colton’s hair at the nape of his neck, rubbing him tenderly as he waited for Kitten to pull Colton’s pants up and buckle his belt.

When his boxer briefs moved across the cheeks of his ass, Colton suppressed a sob. He started to get the feeling back in his ass and could feel every fiber in the fabric as if it were sandpaper scraping against his raw flesh.

“Shhh,” Daddy said in a soothing tone, continuing to hold Colton up as Kitten finished with him. He took his time, supporting Colton until he could carry his own weight. “Are you good?”

“Yes, Master. Thank you again.” He took the tissues that Kitten held out. He had snot and tears all over his face and down his neck so he knew he had to clean up a bit before going back to the party.

He had never seen Daddy so gentle. Not even with Kitten. He had no idea how a Master-slave relationship worked but he was guessing this was a little insight into it.

“Are we straight now? No more ignoring, no more avoiding?”

“Yes, Master,” Colton answered right away, clearing the lump out of his throat once again.

“Good. Take a few minutes to yourself. I’ll tell Barrick we’re good before I leave.” Daddy reached out and caressed his shoulder. “Thank you for your honesty earlier, Colton.”

“Yes, Master.”

Daddy and Kitten slipped out of the room, leaving him alone. When they were gone, Colton sat down in the chair, his entire body trembling now that he could let go of his control. He put his head in his hands and wept, still overwhelmed by the emotions that came with the spanking he’d received.

What the f**k did those two do to him? It happened every time they put their hands on him. Daddy, Kitten, both, one, either... it didn’t matter.

Twenty minutes later, unable to sit any longer, Colton collected himself enough to slip out of the hotel room and head down the elevator. He bypassed the ballroom, forfeiting the rest of his night at the Meet-and-Greet, and headed home. He didn’t bother finding Barrick to talk to him. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be in his own space, take a cool shower, and head to bed. Anything to ease the ache and heat that radiated through his ass. Not to mention the ache he felt in his c**k and balls after they had been smashed by Daddy’s powerful legs.

God, he felt f****d up. His mental status was teetering on the edge and his body was already over it. He just needed to rest. He needed to recuperate and take the solace he knew sleep would provide.