Some of the anger bled from him when Alex began touching him.  It wasn’t the first time his son had tried to calm him in such a way, and it almost always worked.  He’d willingly be lulled into a different state of mind, one where he cared less about punishment and more about enjoying Alex’s body.  Of course, none of those times had Alex tried to run away…<br/><br/>“Prove it,” he murmured, unfastening his pants.  He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled Alex so his ass was off the edge, pressing the boy’s legs up to give him access to what he wanted.  It gave him more leverage and control.  Richard licked his own hand and ran it over the head of his cock, but that was the only lubrication he’d provide, this time.  This was still considered punishment.  He wasted little time then, pressing into Alex’s tight body with a grunt.  It was uncomfortable, even for him, but he didn’t stop.  He kept thrusting until he was able to slide all the way in, moaning at the accomplishment.