“If I do this, you’ll stay all weekend?” Thorne asked, gathering back a little of his control.

Dash nodded. “Yes, I’ll stay all weekend.”

“Until Monday morning?” Thorne asked.

“Sunday night.”

Thorne frowned.

“If I stay until Monday, you won’t be in any shape to go to work. Don’t push it.”

Thorne licked his lips. “I’m willing to take the risk.”

The look on Thorne’s face was so lust-filled, it made Dash dizzy with need of his own. “Sunday night. That’s all I can give.”

Thorne stared him down for a few more seconds, but ultimately gave in. “We can always renegotiate later.”

“I doubt you’ll be capable of speech later. Now strip. I’m ready to have you naked.”

Thorne’s brows rose. “What happened to slow, to anticipation? We do have all weekend.”

“I promise there will be plenty of anticipation. I’ll have you so revved up by the time I fuck you, you’ll be certain you’re losing your mind.”

“I think I already have.”

“We don’t have to do this. I can stay the one night instead.”

Thorne glared at him. “No.”

“Then I expect payment up front.”

Thorne looked away and played with his cuff again. “This isn’t easy for me.”

Dash moved closer and stroked his arm. “I know. I’ll go slow. I won’t do anything you’re not okay with. Do you trust me?”

Thorne still didn’t look at Dash. “Yes.”

Dash teased the back of Thorne’s neck with his fingertips. “If we wait, you’ll just worry more.”

Thorne turned then and nodded. “You’re right.”

As he discarded his shirt Thorne asked, “Aren’t you going to undress too?”

Dash leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “No. I’m not.”

“I thought you loved being naked.” Thorne used his arrogant-asshole tone. But it wasn’t working. Dash wasn’t intimidated, and he could tell how nervous Thorne was by the stiff way he carried himself. He’d fix that though.

“I do, but tonight I want to be dressed while you’re spread out naked for me. I want to unzip my pants, take my cock out, and fuck your red, welted ass while you writhe under me.”

“Holy fuck.” Thorne swayed on his feet like he was dizzy from the thought of it.

“Bend over the bed. Now.”

Thorne shoved his briefs down, kicked them off, and did as he was told. Dash spent a few moments taking in the sight of him. He was fucking beautiful.

THORNE HAD FANTASIZED about Dash spanking him several times during the week, but now he lay there, sweaty and scared, as he anticipated Dash’s hand on his ass. Dash would stop if he needed him to, Thorne knew that, but he hated how vulnerable he felt—most of him did, anyway. Apparently his cock was all for Dash beating his ass.