Beau was being mean.

Not actually, but, it felt like the end of the world to you.

The previous night had been full of tears over multiple denied releases, more slaps to your ass than you could count, and sitting on your knees for so long while being reprimanded that the carpet imprinted on your skin.

While you had been being a brat the whole day, you definitely didn’t appreciate the ruthlessness with which he’d punished you for it.

And now, the next afternoon, you were still hungry for the release that you never got. So, you finally just decided to take matters into your own hands.

It’s not like you’d expected that Beau would take off the rest of his shift for once, and come home with cute little gift bags in his arms.

Oh, now what d’we have here? he drawled, Texan accent thick — that deep-in-the-chest rumbling tone going straight to your core as you whined, hips still moving over his pillow between your thighs.

In my jacket, too, sweetie?

You were in nothing but his soft, black aviator jacket, and a pair of frilly white socks.