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I made a frustrated, angry sound.
“Quiet. This is nothing. And you need to learn control.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t think it was a question.
He worked me to the point of orgasm too many times, leaving me in a state of paralyzed agony.
“Please, please, Sir! Please…I need to come,” I whispered, thrusting into the air and rattling my bonds.
“No, I don’t think so.”
I made a noise of desperation, and Alastair laughed. Helaughed!
“I’m going to turn you around.”
All the nerves under my skin crackled as he pressed himself against me and unbuckled my wrist restraints. He backed up and brought my arms down.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Alastair commanded, as he bent to my ankle restraints. “Let’s get these off,” he said, pulling my sexy boy shorts down as I stepped out of them. He turned me so that I faced the cross then refastened the cuffs, the length of him pressing against me, the jut of his erection a teasing reminder that he got off on my struggle.
When he finished, he kissed my cheek and stepped back.
“Oh, hell,” he sighed.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice tentative and unsure. I felt more vulnerable with my back to the room, to him. What was he going to do? When would he let me come? There were so many questions that I didn’t dare ask.
“You look fucking profane andsogoddamned beautiful.”
I gripped the chains and thrust my hips forward to brush my cock against the leather padding.
“Uh-uh. No frotting the cross. Keep still.”
Oh my God. How was I not going to shove my aching, dripping cock against the cross when it wasright there.
I tried to keep still. I wanted to please him.
His hand came down on my right buttock, hard, and I grunted. I hadn’t expected it, but it seemed obvious he’d start with that. Then he spanked the other side, and I moaned. I was getting used to the pain of a hand spanking now, and it was everything I’d ever hoped for. Here, though, where I was blindfolded and attached by each limb to this inanimate object, it was so much more. Pain and pleasure, discipline and care, correction and guidance—a decadent debasement at the hands of my talented Dom.
Who knew that Hell was actually a gateway to Heaven?
The clomp of Alastair’s boots echoed in my ears as he walked away. I heard him whistling an unfamiliar tune as he rifled through the implements that hung to my left. My heart pounded in my chest and my cock surged, wondering what was coming.
He came back and stopped behind me. A rectangular object pressed against my bottom.
“Ungh,” I moaned.
“Guess what this is.”
“A paddle?”
“Hmm. Yes, that’s right. How does it feel?” he asked as he smoothed the surface of it over my bottom.
“It’s cold—and flat, and hard.” I shuddered, squirming away from it.
“Stay still,” he said, pressing a hand to the small of my back. The paddle cracked against my ass, and I gasped at the sudden impact.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Did it hurt?”
