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"You did-"
"Good. You're going to love it." I may have enjoyed striking the odd slap across his plump behind, but I haven't had a reason to really punish him.
"Love it?" he stammers. "I'm not supposed to enjoy it."
"Of course you are," I chuckle. "But it is supposed to hurt, and you will beg me to stop."
Porter tries dropping his head to hide the grin, but I know the desire that lurks under his skin.
I wrap the collar around his throat, the material far thicker than the leather band he dances in. In this restraint, there is no need for his head to turn. He melts into the role of submission, locking his hands behind his back and waiting for me to tie them there. He misreads the situation; I'm not planning a few playful slaps to his arse. He has been bad, and his punishment will kiss his back with marks. My hands grip his wrists as I pull them forward. I could leave him free, offering a sliver of kindness for this new experience, but he isn't trained well enough to stay of his own free will. He needs and craves the restriction rope around his limbs offers him.
For a moment the thought of offering a safe word crosses my mind, but it would give me false security, rather than protecting Porter. He isn’t a sub in a club who has come looking for this experience. He is a boy who has opened the door on a world beyond his wildest dreams, and quite honestly, I don't trust him to know his own limits.
"I'm going to hurt you now, and it will be painful, but you will feel amazing. You can say anything you want but I won't listen unless I think you mean it, or if you say the word no. Do you understand?" I wrap the leather cuffs around his wrists.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I understand that you know what I need better than I do. That you will know when to stop and I trust you with my life."
I was pushing for him to say yes sir, but the clarification of my words makes my heart bloom. He trusts me totally and utterly. How could I ever ask for more proof of his love than that.
And how better to show my love for him than by making his soar with my riding crop. Raising his arms, I fix the cuffs to a chain hanging from the top of the four-poster. It makes him lean forward slightly, but that is no bad thing.
I start gently, tapping the stiff cane across his buttocks. He leans back, accepting the punishment, eyes closed and barely a moan on his lips. It's a good start, I don't want him crying too soon.
Each swing builds in force, leaving a lasting mark on his rear, pale pink lines on his perfect skin. The increased force had him huffing with each punishment, but there's effort going into his silence now. He's trying to hide how much it hurts, proving without doubt that he isn't ready for control over his safe word. When he can accept the pain and embrace it, he has the chance of knowing when he's endured enough. Instead of increasing the force of what I administer, I vary where I cast my marks. His shoulders are soon as pretty as his arse, the decreased padding of flesh and muscle has him crying out more, but I hear the pleasure riding each sound. My baby wants more of this.
"Look at how well you are doing. Taking my punishment like a good boy." My reassurance encourages his moans.
"No one will touch you, but you have permission to cum if the pleasure gets too much."
"Ugh," he scoffs, but he obeys my command. If he’s going to get off on this, then it will be from the thrill of the pain alone.
"You are a good, kind boy, always putting everyone's needs first. Nico needed to come here. Your punishment is for speaking out without begging me first. Do you understand."
"Not yet," he moans, the purpose of his answer being to encourage me.
"Naughty." I give him what he wants, marking him from shoulder to rump.
Chapter twenty-five
Porter
Noonehasevermade pain feel so good. I've never craved or sought out pain before, even going as far as avoiding it. But not here. Not with Knox. Here I lean back into it, crying out for more. In this darkened room, I am a slut for cock and pain. At least I have permission to cum. My cock is hard and erect, reaching for the sky. Pre-cum streaks across my abs from each slap of the whip, but I need to hold back. I don’t want this to end.
"Tell me what lesson you have learnt, and I promise what comes next will be even better."
"I haven't-" I want to deny the lesson, and force him to keep going with the flogger, but that isn't how this works. There has to be a limit. "I haven't earned the right to speak out with ideas until I have begged you for permission."
"Good boy." Knox seems to appreciate my obedience more than the words. Knowing the lesson and the limit.
"Now I will reward you with good pain."
That was good pain. There can't be anything better. And yet, he moves away to prepare for what comes next. I'm confused and mourning the loss of the attention, and so very hungry to return to the moment where I had to fight back my release.
"I don't want you to see this, I want you just to feel." Knox holds a strip of black material under my face and waits for me to stop frantically nodding before he wraps it around my eyes.
