“And I sure am. The question is, how do you want me to deliver that ass beating?”
Olbric’s breathless chuckle makes my pulse sing. “Is this where I’m supposed to be a good girl and tell you ‘whichever way you want?’”
I lift off of him before I spin him roughly, pinning him chest-first against the wall. “Cheeky. So what I’m hearing is that youwantto be sore the whole trip to Airedale.”
Olbric lets out a nervous laugh. “Nonono! No need for that.”
I chuckle as I reach around to loosen the laces of his trousers, pushing them down over the swell of his ass. “You sure? Because I feel like if youdidn’twant me to spank you all the way up the mountain, you’d already have your clothes off.”
The second I release him, Olbric strips, tugging his shirt up and off before pushing his trousers the rest of the way down. He nearly trips getting his boots off, and as he turns to face me, I realize his hair has come loose in his hurry. I smirk as I brush a strand over his shoulder, feeling him tremble under my touch.
“Now that’s more like it.” I reach down to tease the tip of his hardening cock. “On your knees, beautiful.”
Olbric does as he’s told for once, kneeling prettily on his rug. I nudge his knees apart with one foot until he’s properly splayed before my thumb traces the bow of his lower lip. I can’t stop a shiver of my own as he draws it into his mouth, sucking gently.
The road up the mountain can get rough in spots, so I don’t want to make himtoosore, but there’s still plenty of things I can do.
“Stay,” I order, pulling my finger from his mouth. Over time, we’ve pilfered a small collection of supplies from our casting rooms with the full intention of returning it all... eventually. It makes it so I don’t have to go hunting as I gather a length of rope before picking out a thick phallus to keep him occupied.
Olbric watches me with wide eyes before I grab him, not giving him a chance to argue with me as I fold his arms, tying him wrist to bicep. It leaves his hands by his shoulders, and I slip a few focuses onto his fingers before I let him be.
He’s breathless already. Anticipation has him toeing the line of conspace, but I intend to send him careening into it headfirst.
I set the phallus on the ground behind him before I slick it with lotion. “We’re going to play a game, Olbric. First things first, you’re going to split your ass open on that.”
Olbric eyes me warily, sensing a trap. He doesn’t keep me waiting long though. He shifts where he kneels, scooting back across the rug. Without the use of his hands, it takes a moment for him to line himself up, but he’s careful not to tip the toy as he lowers himself down on it.
A quiet groan escapes him at the stretch, and the sound sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Unlike some of his favorite toys, this one is polished smooth.
“You’re going to keep that inside of you while you kneel upright and accept the flogging I’m about to give your back,” I say before I pick a flogger from our collection. Olbric drags his lower lip between his teeth as I show him the thin, stinging tresses. “And any time you let that toy slip out, I’m going to smack your ass and thighs until you can get it back in.”
I press the handle to the underside of his chin, forcing his head up. His pupils are blown wide as his eyes meets mine. I smirk before I brush a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “So, how hard of a ride you have tomorrow is entirely up to you.”
“Fuck,” Olbric gasps. He sinks down to take the toy even deeper before he kneels up, thighs and back straight. His face is pinched in concentration, ass clenched, yet when I circle behind him, I can see that the smooth toy is already slipping.
Well, that doesn’t bode well for him.
“Ready, beautiful?”
“Y-yes, Dom,” he says, and I don’t hesitate as I bring the flogger down on his back. It’s not a hard strike. Yet.
Instead, I warm him up, lashing him lightly to bring every nerve alight. The tresses leave gentle marks against his skin, his body jerking at each impact. Only then do I start to up the intensity, bringing a strike down hard enough that Olbric gasps.
The phallus slips, and Olbric’s clenching only succeeds in pushing the toy free. It clatters to the ground, and I immediately move the tresses to his ass, bringing it down hard.
Oh, but it’s arudegame.
He yelps in pain even as he half turns to try and righten the toy with his elbows. The phallus has a sturdy base, so it’s not impossible, but I play dirty with a couple careless strikes that succeed in knocking it over again.
I don’t know much Cashir, but I know enough to understand him as he curses me. “Such a mouth,” I tsk, and the hard flick of the flogger is rewarded with a yelp.
When he gets the phallus upright, he’s quick getting back on it, but I don’t stop flogging his ass until he’s kneeling up again. His cheeks have a healthy glow by the time I return my attentions to his back, and he’s trembling worse than ever.
I keep the strikes steady and hard, and the welts grow as the lashes start to cross one another. Yet with every strike, his cock jumps, his face pinched with concentration.
It’s a minute longer before the phallus slips free again, and I’m quick to start back on his ass. Whatever spell we’re making is going to be a confusing mess once it’s finished, but that doesn’t stop me from running my mouth.
“That loose ass is getting you in trouble,” I say, and Olbric shouts as I bring the flogger down hard. He struggles to get the phallus upright, though part of me wonders if he’s fumbling around on purpose.Sucha fucking masochist.
