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When I first moved to Joel’s, he told me about a scene he’d watched and later reenacted with his men. Before they’d gotten with Joel, they had chased their architect into the woods and ravaged him. Joel had been interested in them, and he used to sneak around to watch people in their more brutal intimate moments.
I was a little shocked until I got to know Joel. He was simply curious, but too shy to ask.
When he described the scene, I knew what it was because I’d read about it, but the primal sex they’d engaged in with their architect was hot. Joel was sweating telling me about it, in great detail, too. I’d never done primal before, but that night it felt as if I was experiencing it, right in my old bedroom.
My pants were unfastened, Rick stuffing his hand down inside to get a better grip on my balls. As his warm hand curled around them, I took a stuttering inhale, and Rick’s eyes were dancing again. “Hurts?”
“Yes, Sir. Hurts a lot, but I’m good,” I managed to grunt out before he squeezed harder.
My pants were stripped completely off before he stayed on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I wasn’t hard because of the pain to my balls, but he sucked me until I was hard and mewling. When he let my cock slip from his lips, his eyes moved slowly up my body until they reached my face, and I swear it felt like a caress. Knowing he was staring, it had always been a turn on for me.
Rick stood as slowly as his eyes had run up my body, eyes never leaving mine. “Keep that thing hard for me.”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll try.”
Moving from me briefly, I got to take a breath and concentrate on my cock staying hard. It didn’t take much concentration, as the entire scene was the hottest I’ve ever had. Or, maybe I was biased because I was so in love with my beautiful Dom.
Then I sucked in a lungful of air, feeling like screaming as he came back around to face me with a long, very thin cane tapping against his leg. “This is going to hurt, Kanan.”
I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn’t let it get through my entire brain, feeling like it was short-circuiting. “Sir? On my…?”
“Dick. Yes, Kanan. I’m going to whip your dick.”
My head fell back on the post as my eyes slid back into my head. “Fuuuck.”
“Let’s begin.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Asthatsmallcanecame down on my hard cock, I let loose a scream that felt like it was shattering my body like opera singers shattering glass.
Without skipping a breath, Rick set his hand over my mouth and brought the cane down again.
Casually, his hand was over my mouth, his other hand bringing up the cane, slapping it down on my flaccid cock. After the first strike, it lost its hardness like it was trying to save itself. He didn’t care, as he moved the cane again and again, and right when I was about to scream my safeword, he stopped, throwing the cane to the floor.
“Enough of that,” he said, and took his hand from my mouth so he could start viciously slapping his flat hand over my chest and stomach, leaving stinging marks all over my torso. I was panting, and slipping back into that endorphin high that carried me from the room to fly with Rick.
He was with me, in the clouds, but with him, they were storm clouds, Rick’s aura was stormy with desire and the need to be intense. Each strike of his hand on me, each time his teeth bit into my flesh were bolts of blinding lightning, making me falter for a second then fly higher.
I was turned to face the post and Rick walked away for a moment, but when he returned, I felt a sharp, burning pain at the same moment I heard a gaudy crack that brought me back to earth.
The first strike had been on my bare ass, but the second was across both thighs at once. I threw my head back to scream, and Rick casually moved to me to slap a hand over my mouth. “No, dear, no screaming. What if the room isn’t as soundproof as I hope it is?”
I whimpered behind his hand, but he continued with the whipping with what felt like a leather strap. A thin leather strap.
Very thin.
Now, I love pain, never shrunk from it in my life in the BDSM world. I nearly lost it with that little strap, however, and I came the closest I ever had to safewording.
But like the last time I was close, Rick seemed to sense it and he stopped with the strap, but not with the roughness. My hair was grabbed in his fist and he turned my head to the side. When my eyes could focus, I saw the fire in his eyes that lit the words he said. “Your eyes are leaking tears, Kanan.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croaked, ending the Sir with a sob that came from deep in my gut.
“I’m not finished with you, unless you need a break.”
I knew that I couldn’t get a break, or I’d likely not go back, and as much as the stinging burned my ass and legs, I wanted more. I craved it. “Don’t stop. Please, Sir.”
My hair was still in his hand, but Rick softened a little as he lay his lips on my forehead. “You’re beautiful like this, Kan. So fucking beautiful like this.”
