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“Yes, please sir,” he moans.
I smack the same cheek hard enough that the sound echoes around the room. “Good boy.”
I casually move toward the cabinet that encases most of the toys and let my gaze meander over a plethora of choices before I settle on a black leather flogger. I run the strands through my hand enjoying the feel of the smooth material; imagining how good it will feel running over his sensitized skin after I mark him with endless shades of red.
He watches me closely, his gaze more on my chest than the toy in my hand, which gives me great pleasure knowing he craves me as much as I crave him. I’ll make sure to give him everything he could ever want or need.
I run the flogger from the backs of his legs, slowing, carefully caressing the crease of his perfectly rounded ass. He arches into the touch silently begging for more, so I pull away bringing the leather down on his backside hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to hurt. Not yet.
I’m gonna warm him up nice and slow until he’s begging for pain. Then, I’m gonna give him more than he can endure until red is on the tip of his tongue.
Which reminds me. “I’m sure you’re familiar with the stoplight method?”
“I am, sir.”
“Good, we’ll come up with our own safe words later, but for now, it’ll do.”
I’m not making the mistake again. There’s no running away this time. I can see it’s on the tip of his tongue to argue, but when I provide him with a look that screams ‘don’t you dare,’ he intelligently keeps his mouth shut.
The need for talking is over as I move the flogger over the entirety of his luscious body, occasionally raising my hand and bringing the strands down enough to flush his skin. I smooth my hand over his flesh feeling the heat that radiates, progressively getting hotter.
I begin raining down harder strokes until it’s slapping against his skin, leaving behind lines of red as I bare down firmer. Those lines begin to welt, making precum bleed from my aching dick.
God, he’s even more beautiful covered in red welts. Sexy as fuck.
Soon enough, I’m slamming the flogger down hard enough that he can no longer contain his groans, his shocked screams. The begging for me to stop begins, and it’s like music to my ear.
“I can’t take anymore,” he cries.
I ignore his pleas. Until he says red, I won’t stop. I don’t even check on him as I lose myself in his torture. Most Doms won’t bring their subs to their limits until they’ve known each other long enough to build a rapport. Normally, that’s how I work as well, but he’s different. He’s mine to do with as I please, and I want all of him. I will give him everything he can endure and then some until it’s too much and he has no choice but to scream ‘red.’
With more force than I believed myself capable, I whip the strands down on him in a furious rhythm until some of his welts begin to break and bleed. Small drops of crimson decorate his body, painting his pain for all to see, and it’s fucking glorious.
“Oh my fucking God, sir, please stop. I’m begging you!”
I don’t even consider stopping. I move faster, harder, until the lashes are monotonous. I’m thankful the room is soundproof. His screaming begins in earnest. Tears wash his face, and his body is covered in sweat and blood, but still, he doesn’t say red. I’m so close to stopping, believing he doesn’t know his own limits when he blessedly says the magic word.
“Red! Red, sir, red!”
I stop immediately and fall to my knees so my face is level with his. “You beautiful, stubborn boy.”
Quickly, I free him, and he falls into my arms begging for comfort. I sit back and pull him into my lap. I hold him close as I rock him back and forth as he sobs into my neck.
“Shh… my sweet boy. I’ve got you, and I’m going to take such good care of you.”
After a while, he starts repeating the same two words over and over again.
“Thank you.”
We both know he’s not thanking me for my comforting embrace, well, at least not only that. He’s thanking me for providing him with the release I doubt he’s ever received.
“It’s just the beginning, sweetheart.”
Chapter Seven
? Sakura ?
Sometimes, the downfall of knowing exactly what you’re doing is that it requires little brainpower. My hands move over the equipment in a rote fashion. It didn’t take long to learn the ins and outs, at least for me. Which left my busy little brain plenty of time to wander.
