A Russian Bear by CB Conwy Page B

he let go, let the sobs come out without holding back. He had no idea where it came from, and he didn’t really care; he simply gave in. Mischa just held on.
    Tom cried until he felt empty, purged of his sadness. Then he let himself be held, lying on Mischa’s chest, listening to his Dom’s breathing. Mischa started stroking Tom’s back in long, soothing caresses. At first, it felt relaxing. Then Mischa’s hands started going a bit lower, brushing his ass oh-so-lightly on each turn. They wandered to his sides, going up and down, making him sigh contentedly. Then they went back to his ass, going all the way over it and down to where his legs met his butt cheeks. Here they lingered, teasing and caressing.
    Tom raised his hips a little to get more, and Mischa’s fingers went back up, brushing the outside of Tom’s crack on their way. Then they went back up to his shoulders, then down, going a little closer to his hole this time, up again, oh, so close when they came down again. There wasn’t anything left inside Tom but the feeling of those hands, and when they finally touched his hole, he gave out a low cry, earlier tension turning into the good, warm feeling of need. His hole was throbbing from being fucked the day before, and all of his attention focused on having Mischa’s hands touching him there again, making it ache and reminding him of the things they had done.
    He spread his legs, opening himself up for the caresses, slowly grinding his hips on Mischa’s thigh. Mischa never gave in and kept up the slow movements, only too seldom touching Tom’s aching hole. Then that hand wandered past his hole, a nail scraping against his taint, and finally touched Tom’s sore balls, the feeling just between pain and pleasure and so, so good.
    “Sir! Oh, please...” He moved his hips impatiently, not knowing whether to try to get more friction to his dick or to get that wonderful feeling back. He could hear Mischa’s low chuckle.
    “I think you’re ready now.” The words didn’t make any sense. Mischa pinched his ass, and Tom yelped. “Come on, boy. I promised you a spanking, and I always keep my promises.”
    Tom blinked. Fuck. The spanking.
    The other things they had done had been, well, not entirely what everybody else did, but they had still been fairly normal. And yes, he stubbornly refused to think about what Mischa had done to his balls. But a spanking. That was... kinky in a way entirely different from liking pain. Voluntarily bending over somebody’s knee was submission, and somehow the thought of that was far more unsettling to Tom than simply liking pain.
    He sat up, looking pleadingly at Mischa.
    Mischa only laughed. “Oh, no, there’s no way around it. I am going to spank your butt.” Mischa got up and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him.
    Tom couldn’t move, couldn’t even talk. Doing this was going to change everything. Who was he going to be if he submitted in this way? A... slave? He had fought hard to be the independent person he was today; he was no subservient twink. And even worse, what if he liked it? What would that make him?
    He sat, paralyzed by his thoughts, by the enormity of this. He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. Then he tried again and finally got the words out. They weren’t what he had thought they would be.
    “I... I don’t know what to do, sir.” This was harder than anything.
    Mischa smiled kindly. “That’s all right. First, stand up and step in front of me.”
    Tom willed his frozen body to move and clambered off the bed, standing in front of Mischa. Mischa let his eyes wander over Tom’s body, making Tom feel so exposed. But Mischa’s eyes were shining and his cock was hard, and suddenly Tom felt a surge of lust. He made Mischa hard; he made Mischa feel that way. Still, Mischa’s next order was so hard to obey. “Now, bend over my knee so I can spank your ass.”
    Tom couldn’t move, he couldn’t. But he did. He bent, letting Mischa