Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Sir.”
“It’s me who should be thanking you, my good boy.” A shiver visibly runs the length of him, and he smiles at the praise. “Jesus, you’re cute. Lie with your head on the pillows.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When he does, I pull his arms over his head, tying the satin around them and then to the bar that goes along the bottom of the headboard. To others it’s just part of the bed, but it’s there for this reason.
When I finish, I pick up the crop and smack his right thigh.
“God yes!” he cries out, so I do it again, then move to his left and treat it to the same torture. Each one gets higher and higher, but then I skip his cock and balls, smacking it down on his pecs.
Jay pulls at the binds, breathing heavily, gaze unfocused and blissed out, while he squirms and begs for more.
“Can you…um…” he starts, and I smack his thigh again. “Try it…” Smack. “On my…” Smack. “Oh fuck! On my balls.”
I stop and look at him, at his pretty tear-streaked face. His gaze darts away, unsure, as if he thinks that’s something I wouldn’t want. Deep down, he must know it’s not true, but he’s so vulnerable to me now, so raw and exposed, it’s hard not to feel every little thing.
“I would love to beat your balls,” I say with a grin I hope is both playful and shows him how serious I am.
“I don’t know about beating them.”
“I do.” I pump my brows and can see that he trusts me, that he knows I won’t hurt him or give him too much. “Safe word if we need to stop. Yellow if we need to slow down. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I start out soft, too soft, giving his nuts a little smack, smack, smack over and over again with the crop. His balls lift, pulling high as I continue slightly harder, then his thighs again, before returning to his sac. Pecs…sac.
Jay’s head jerks from side to side, knees up as he fights to keep himself still.
His dick starts to go soft, but every time I try to stop, he begs, “I like it. Don’t stop.”
“I like to see you suffer for me too.” Smack, smack, smack. “You give yourself to me so beautifully, sweet boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Smack. “Fuck!” Smack, smack, smack. Thighs. Nuts. Chest. Nuts. His face is wet with tears again, and I deliver one more whack, this one to his cock, when he says, “Yellow.”
I drop the crop. “Good boy. I’m so very proud of you for telling me to slow down. You’re so, so good for me.” I climb onto the bed with him, my own dick still throbbing, and immediately untie him, pet him, pull him close, kiss his tears. “Are you okay?”
“Yes…” He writhes against me. “I want to keep going with everything else, but the crop…that’s all I needed to slow down with.”
I roll to my back, pulling him with me. Jay comes easily, straddling me and lying against my chest. I tilt his head up and take possession of his mouth, pushing my tongue inside and tasting every part of him.
I pull back enough to say, “Rub yourself on me. Let’s get you hard again,” then kiss him some more. My hands move to his ass, cupping the cheeks. Jay ruts against me, thrusting his groin against mine. My finger sneaks into his crease, and I circle his little hole.
He whimpers into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. Have I ever smiled while kissing someone before? I’m not sure that I have.
“Look at that…your cock is hard again.”
“Yes, Sir. Can we keep going? Can I ride you?”
“No, pet. I have other plans for us.”
But I want what he said. I want so much more with him, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JT
My whole body is buzzing. It’s hard to focus on all the feelings shooting off like a sparkler inside me. I just know I need more, and I trust Sir to give it to me. He’s already given me more than he could ever know.
Marshall rolls me off him, and it takes everything in me not to cling to him. I want us to be skin to skin, but I also know that whatever happens here will blow my mind.
“Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. Ass toward me.” Sir stands at the side of the bed, cock pointed at me, and I’m dying to suck a load from his balls, but I still do as he says. Sir uses his hands to spread my ass cheeks. “You have such a pretty little hole, pet. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
“I have a pretty little hole.” One would figure that might be embarrassing to say, but it’s not with him. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt safer than I do with Marshall, didn’t know how much I needed that.