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“I like it very much,” he responded, wiping away all my thoughts of sounding stupid. “Now, I’m gonna put your knees on these chairs. Brace yourself on the table so you don’t fall as I help you into place.”
Knees on the chairs? Hmmmm….
When he’d finished, I had my knees braced on the chairs, ankles tied firmly with the expensive neckties I’d forced upon him. I gasped and gripped the table’s edge when he shifted the chairs wide apart and stepped between my spread legs. “Just relax. I won’t let you fall,” he whispered.
“I know.” And I did know it—Landon would never let me fall.
“Good. Trusting me is critical.” He stepped even closer and wrapped another necktie around my eyes and secured it tightly. Darkness crept in but instead of being nervous or afraid, it only heightened my arousal. I couldn’t see what he was doing but it didn’t take long to figure it out. More expensive, luxurious neckties were used to wrap around my wrists and then tie each of them to opposite sides of the table. I didn’t need to see the vision to know how nasty and erotic I had to look—tied, spread, and exposed on the small table.
“How many fans did you have them invite to the workout, Micah?” Landon asked.
My mind whirled back to the text with Samson. “Fifteen.”
“Fifteen spanks, then. Would you prefer if I use my hand or my belt?” he asked.
Shit. He really was going to punish me…and with a spanking! I knew that shouldn’t turn me on so much, but it did. Damnit, it did. “Hand, please.”
The pops from his open palm against my nearly naked ass started light and playful but ended with me nearly sobbing by the time we reached fifteen. I’d struggled against the binds, but there’d been no escaping the relentless smack of his hand and, just for the record, mesh offered zero protection against a spanking. My ass was on fire—no doubt in my mind that the black open-holed fabric did nothing to hide the bright pink stains on my cheeks.
It hurt; it hurt really badly on the last five spanks. My cock, however, hadn’t seemed to notice. It begged to be released from the confines of my speedo—harder than it had ever been in my life. My hands tested Landon’s knots again because I was so damn desperate to touch myself.
“You did very well, Micah. You took your punishment like a man. Did it hurt?”
I nodded, unable to lie to him. Hell, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to lie or try to trick him again. Every time his hand had made contact with my burning ass, he’d claimed ownership of me. Was that kinky and weird? Yeah, it probably was. Did I care? Not in the least. “Yes, sir; it hurt.”
“Are we finished with the dangerous games?” he asked.
I thought about the question and finally answered, “I’m finished with any games outside the bedroom.”
He laughed out loud. “I see.” I felt him lean over me, a hand braced on either side of my body. His cock, as hard as mine, punched against my overly sensitized ass. “Have you ever been with a man, Micah?”
“No. Never. I’ve never wanted to—not until you.”
“Hmmmm…that worries me.” His fingers traced a line up and down my spine, stopping at the edge of my speedos and then starting back up again. “Let’s start out slow, shall we? We stop any time that you want to. All you have to do is tell me to stop, Micah. I won’t be angry.” The same fingers that had been tickling my back now inched their way under the elastic of my swimmers. “Are you certain this is something you want to try?”
“No doubts in my mind,” I answered quickly. I wasn’t sure what I expected or why I even thought it would be physically enjoyable, but I’d never been more confident of anything in my life. Pain would no doubt be involved because, let’s be honest, his wouldn’t fit into mine without there being some pain or, at the very least, discomfort.
With what felt like very little effort, he ripped away the mesh fabric of my swimsuit. Cool air hit my ass and I felt a blush heat my cheeks—the cheeks on my face and booty. His finger dipped in my crease as he said, “Sure about that? Even many gay men have doubts and concerns their first time. It seems unrealistic that you don’t have…any.”
It felt weird being dark behind the blindfold, sensing him so close to me, touching me every few seconds in innocent ways that made my blood boil with desire. If innocent touches did this to me, then heaven help me when he got to the good stuff, whatever the “good” stuff was. As it was, my cock, now released from the tight confines of the spandex, was painfully hard and dripping precum onto the floor.
