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Kyle had been trained to be elegant in his submission, and he did his level best to show respect and grace, so he kept his hands behind his back until he reached the horse, and he only moved them to drape the belt over the horse, and then he reclasped his hands behind his back, stepped to Heather, and sank to his knees before her.
He was unsure of where to look, so he focused on her feet in those sexy-as-fuck heels, and his cock pulsed faster.
“Look at me, Kyle.”
He looked up and saw her as he’d always wanted to see her — a sexual being with no doubts or insecurities, telling him what to do, and allowing him to adore her.
Kyle wanted to be her source of pleasure in every way possible.
“I’m going to begin claiming you as mine tonight. Not my boyfriend, or my lover, butmine. If I do something you aren’t comfortable with, or something that hurts in the wrong way, I expect you to saymayday. Understood?”
“Yes, my Lady. Thank you.”
“Give me your left wrist, please.”
He thought Marcus must have given her lessons, because she checked the tightness as if she knew what to check for, and she didn’t fumble with the buckles even a tiny bit.
When both cuffs were on, she ordered, “Put your hands behind your head, please.”
Kyle immediately complied, and she said, “You do not have permission to come. You must use terms of respect if you choose to speak — eitherma’amormy Ladywill suffice. Do you agree to these rules?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
She smiled. “I find that having you on your knees before me like this is a turn on. Did you clean yourself out before arriving as you were instructed?”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“And what do you think that means?”
Kyle could tell this conversation was doing something for her, and it was sure doing something for him. “It means you’re probably going to use my ass, my Lady.”
“Yes, but before we get to that, let’s clear a few things up. I want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who’s in control here. I don’t want you to have to test me in order to find that out, so I’m going to give you a taste of what a punishment will be if you break a rule. Please stand, walk to the bondage table, bend at the waist, and put your hands on the table. Position yourself so your arms and body are stretched out in order to reach the table.”
It only took a few seconds to move into position, his legs separated, his asshole on view.
“Legs together, and arch your back more.”
Kyle did as instructed, and bit back a groan when she reached for his cock.
A slight squeeze, and then she slowly jacked it. “I’ll be checking in to make sure this stays hard. Your instructions are to stay put, and stay hard. Can you do that for me? Remain in position while I belt your ass? While I whip you with your own belt?”
Kyle’s cock grew impossibly harder at her words. “Yes, my Lady.”
The heat of her hand left his cock, and he saw her moving towards the belt in his peripheral vision.
“First three will be warmup strikes.”
The first strike didn’t really hurt, but if she considered that a warmup then she wasn’t going to mess around. The second and third strikes came fairly quickly, and he thankfully noted she was situated so she wasn’t wrapping the belt.
“Count out loud please.”
The first real strike of the belt felt like a line of fire across his ass. He inhaled and exhaled, and then inhaled again before he could get out, “One, my Lady.”
And just like that, he felt so vulnerable, bent over, not tied down, waiting for pain to land on his ass again. Part of him wanted to stand and walk away, but the louder part of his brain wanted to accept what Heather was giving him. This was the part he’d tried to explain to her as something he needed, but that he didn’t always want. Pain proved the power imbalance beyond a shadow of a doubt.
The second strike landed, slashing another line of fire across his ass, and it was all he could do to keep his hands in place. His back bowed up, pulling his ass closer to the table, but he quickly put himself back in position. It took a moment for him to manage speech, but he finally managed to say, “Two, my Lady.”
He felt her hand on his cock again, still rock hard, “I thought you assured me you could stay still for this. Your feet remained in place, so I’ll give you that one, but you move that much again and the stroke won’t count.”
