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“Yes, Sir,” I tried to keep my voice from trembling.
“Wrong answer.” He pulled back, and the sudden loss of his warmth made my heart drown. My muscles locked up instantly.
“I am ready, Sir.” I exhaled, staring hard at the grain of the leather armrest.
“You didn’t ask me to suit up. You are for me to seed you, when you don’t even know me.”
My body trembled.
“Are you clean, Santiago?”
“I am clean, Sir.”
“Now, ask me!”
I took a deep breath, the air thick in my throat. “Are you clean, Sir?”
When he didn’t respond, I looked up over my shoulder to meet his dark eyes.
“I wouldn’t say I’ll bareback you, if I wasn’t.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Here is something you need to know, Santiago, from here on, you are mine, and I protect what’s mine. I would never damage you like that. Now, what do you think? You are ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see.”
The first strike of the crop landed without warning. A bright, stinging crack across my right cheek. I jerked, gasping out loud as a sudden, blinding line of heat bloomed across my skin. He didn’t give me time to recover. Another strike landed, then another, alternating sides in a steady, punishing rhythm that filled the quiet room.
“Fuck—Sir!” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“You take pain so prettily,” George said, his tone almost conversational. He dragged the leather tongue of the crop slowly over the burning skin, teasing the heat. “Look at you. Already getting hard again.”
He set the crop aside and picked up the heavy black flogger. After a few heavy, thudding strokes that left my ass glowing, he paused. His hands moved back to my chest, unbuttoning the rest of my white shirt and yanking it completely open, the fabric bunching around my bound arms. Cool air hit my skin as he ran his palms over my exposed torso.
“These marks are going to look even better against your nice shirt,” he murmured.
My skin felt raw and glowing. Tears pricked my eyes again, but my cock was fully hard once more, leaking steadily onto the material.
George paused, running his broad palm over my inflamed ass. The touch burned. “Such a good boy, taking my new toys.”
He dropped the flogger and stepped in close, his heavy, clothed body pressing flush against my bare back. One big hand reached around to grip my cock, stroking me slowly.
“Please, Sir...” I begged, my voice completely wrecked. He squeezed the base tightly, denying me any real friction. “Ummh, please fuck me. I need it. I’ll be good—”
A sharp sting of the crop landed like an immediate punishment, and my eyes shut tight. “I told you not to speak until spoken to.” He held my gaze for a full, painful minute as he kept stroking me with one hand while the other tugged firmly on the collar’s D-ring, keeping me arched and utterly helpless.
“You’re going to come like this, bound in my rope, wearing my collar and cuffs, your ass marked by everything I bought for you, like a shameless rent boy.” He worked his hand faster, thumbing over the slick head, using my own pre-cum as lube.
“Ummhh,” I pressed my forehead hard against the couch cushion. The combination of the burning pain, the restrictive bite of the rope and collar, and his relentless hand pushed me over the edge embarrassingly quickly.
I came with a choked cry, spilling over his fist and onto the leather. George milked me through every single pulse, then wiped his wet hand directly on my thigh. My whole body shook with the force of the release, the restraints keeping me from collapsing onto the floor.
“You did good.” He ran his fingers gently through my damp hair, massaging my scalp. “Still think you are ready?” he asked. I looked up to meet his eyes, and heat flared in my stomach all over again.
“Yes, Sir.”
