Alaric’s POV“Was I too hard?” I asked, rubbing the sore spot I had just made, massaging the heat into his skin.“Definitely not. I love it, Dom.”That was all I needed. I started again, and let the hits rain down on him, with no real pattern this time. His pink ass slowly darkened into a deeper red. Mason was rutting against my legs now, grinding his cock on me like he couldn’t stop. His breaths were coming out sharper, shorter. At this point, he was whimpering. When he said, “Oh God… God, please,” I heard his voice crack.Then he turned his head to look at me, only for me to see that tears were streaking down his cheeks. It caught me off guard for a second, seeing him cry like that, from what I was doing to him, made something tight and hungry twist in my chest. I loved the sight of him looking helpless. “It’s so beautiful seeing you cry from the spanks,” I told him, my voice rough. “So beautiful to see that you’re crying for me. Do you like crying from the spanks?”Before he coul
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