Papi Dom

**Ronin**

This is what I needed. Someone who wasn’t afraid to hurt me. I’ve found very few people who know how to mix pain with pleasure the way Slater does. Sooth, sting, repeat. It’s a heady mix. He leans against me, and I feel the hair on his bare chest and his dick presses inadvertently slide against mine with just the thin layer of his lounge shorts preventing them from touching. “¿Podrías guardar silencio?” He asks me if I can be quiet. I nod my head. He removes the ball gag, and then I no longer feel him. “If you say Amarillo, we stop. If you wake Atticus, we stop. ¿Lo entiendes?”

“Si, Papi,” I rasp.

“Muy bien, Chico Plateado,” he rumbles in my ear. I didn’t hear him move. He is silent as a cat stalking a mouse. I am his willing mouse.

“Do you feel how red your ass is?” Preston asks from somewhere behind me.

“All I know is I need more. It’s not painful enough,” I comment back.

“What do you need? I didn’t want to take this too far, but if you need it…” Slater trails off.

“Por favor, Papi, lastimame el culo. Hazlo para que no pueda sentarme mañana,” I plead, then feel the sting of the wooden paddle. I gasp. He strikes the other cheek, translating for Preston, “He said, ‘Please, Daddy, bruise my ass. Make so I can’t sit tomorrow’.” I moan at the combination of his smack and his voice. This time, he doesn’t soothe my skin before he repeats the process five more times. With each hit, he increases the force. The last one, I shouted in pain, but I was not done.

“¿Palabra segura?”

“I don’t need the safe word,” I reply.

I feel the sting of something thinner than the paddle, like a belt. I’m going to have welts, so long my skin doesn’t break.

“I don’t think my think my dick has ever dripped like that before,” Preston utters.

More cracks against the skin of my bottom. It repeats until my moaning into a cry of pain.

Slater curses. “Hemos terminado.”

“What do you mean, we’re done?” I choke out in alarm. I don’t want him to stop.

“That last hit broke the skin. We’re done,” Slater confirms. “I didn’t come, we’re not done,” I refute.

I’m so freaking hard. One more strike would give me that release. “Uno mas, por favor, Papi. Uno mas,” I request for at least one more.

“Just give it to him,” Preston suggests. He does. Only, not on the rear, but on the backs of my thighs, close to my glutes. I cum, hard. I spurt all over the black bars beneath the bed. I needed that.

Slater removes the bindings on my wrists and legs. I pull off the fabric that is blinding my eyes. Candlelight is the only source of illumination in the room.

“What comes next?” Preston asks and I look to see the phone on a holder connected to the metal post at the corner of the bed.

“I take care of him,” Slater replies, walking to another room.

I hear the bath water running along with the scent of lavender and chamomile wafting in with the steam. That smells heavenly and relaxing.

“Why didn’t you call out the safe word?” Preston wonders.

“Like I told him, I don’t need it. I don’t care if I’m bleeding. I could be near death, and I still won’t say it. I’m used to blacking out during this stuff,” I reply to him deadpan.

“That doesn’t seem healthy,” he comments. I replied to him it wasn’t.

“Slater is the first one to care. That’s probably the difference between a good Dom and a wannabe Dom. This is the first time I’m not having to take care of myself,” I explain to him.

“Bath is almost ready. Will let me carry you?” Slater asks. “I can walk. I don’t need you to do that,” I snap.

“Fine. Brat. When you’re done soaking, I want you face down on that bed to rub some arnica and antiseptic on you.” I open my mouth to tell him not to bother when he says, “If you are about to tell me, you are fine or can do it yourself. Save it. I’m the one who did that to you, and I’ll be the one to take care of you. It’s an order, not a request. ¿Entiendo?” His tone is hard, brooking no argument.

“I get it.” Slater arches a brow at me as I stand.

My ass is sore. I don’t think I will be able to sit down tomorrow without being in pain.

Muy bien.

“You get what?” Slater growls, causing me to look at him once again.

I grit my teeth. The only time I accept orders is during sex. Now that I got what I wanted, I’m having difficulty slipping back into being his Submissive.

“Oh shit,” I hear Carter gasp as Slater stares me down with a blank face.

“¿Necesito castigarte? You won’t be allowed to come this time.” I shiver at his words, studying his face. He means every word. I will not like it and he already knows it.

“I take a deep breath. Lo siento, Papi. I will lie on the bed so you can doctor me,” I assure him. Slater smirks and nods his head to me before I walk to the bathroom.

The bath feels just as good as it smells, relaxing and soothing my body instantly. The scent of chamomile reminds me of high school.