“That’s good. Fantastic, in fact.” He gripped one of Hank’s ass cheeks and gave it a squeeze.Kelly hadn’t been big on pain. Thomas hadn’t known how much he himself needed to give pain until he hadn’t been able to do so.
But Hank wasn’t Kelly. Hank was smart and experienced, and a definite sub, and if he said he liked pain, he meant it.
Thomas’ cock had been stiff for a while but it seemed to grow even harder at the promise of exploring Hank’s needs.
“I’m glad it pleases you, MasterThomas— Oh!” Hank all but purred as the flogger’s strands slapped his bottom. “So good—”
Thomas flogged Hank’s ass and thighs, working them over until his arm began to ache and Hank was rocking his hips, rutting against the bench, mindless with need.
As much as he’d have loved to just shove his cock right into Hank’s ass, Thomas would never hurt him in such a way. Hank’s pucker was as tightas a virgin’s, and he needed proper stretching.
Thomas set the flogger down and slapped Hank’s reddened ass a half-dozen times in rapid succession, knowing Hank hadn’t been expecting the spanks.
Hank yelped first before he whimpered and tipped his bottom up for more.
“You’ll be sore as it is,” Thomas said.
Hank’s expression had that hazy subspace look to it that let Thomas know he’d done rightby his sub. He leaned over and picked up a couple of the packets of lube. After a brief internal debate, he opened them both. One he used on his fingers, the other he poured directly into Hank’s crease. He rubbed the slick liquid down and over Hank’s asshole.
Hank made the sweetest purring sound, like he was being stroked in the perfect spot.
Thomas used his other hand to tug on Hank’s hip.“Back up a little.”
When Hank had some space between his hips and the bench, Thomas freed his own cock then nudged a condom toward Hank’s head. “Open it.”
As Hank reached for it, Thomas pushed one slick finger into his hole, a slow glide that encompassed his digit in tight silky heat.
“Ungh,” Hank uttered. “God…please…”
Thomas waited a moment, until Hank had picked up the condom. He withdrewhis finger and pushed it back in with a hint of force.
Hank began to pant. The hand he held the condom packet with was shaking.
“If you drop it, I’ll have to stop doing this—” Thomas kept fucking Hank with his digit. “And I’ll have to pick the package up.”
“No! I won’t drop it, Master Thomas,” Hank vowed before he brought the package to his mouth. He gripped the edge with his teeth.
Thomascurled his finger and found Hank’s sweet spot.
“Oh! Master!” Hank shouted, his eyes rolling.
Thomas smirked, pleased with his sub’s response. There was no doubt about it—he was going to do everything he could to make Hank his. He pulled his finger back and worked two into Hank’s tight channel.
Hank began to babble, the words coming quicker, with Hank stuttering every time Thomas massaged hisgland.
“Faster now,” Thomas warned before he began to finger fuck Hank in much the same manner he intended to do with his dick. “Sweet boy,” Thomas praised as Hank mewled for him. “You can move and fuck yourself on my fingers if you want to.”
Hank did so tentatively at first, then with an eagerness that was unmistakable as Thomas kept praising him.
Thomas wanted to fuck Hank, but not untilhe had the sub mindless with desire and so close to coming that Thomas could smell his leaking cock.
Hank was close to that point, but not quite there. It wasn’t until Thomas pressed a third finger into his ass that Hank let loose, rocking, riding his digits.
Thomas slapped Hank’s ass a few times. He reached around him to grip his balls. “No coming,” he warned.
Hank whimpered and clawed atthe bench.
“None,” Thomas repeated. God, it was miraculous that his evening was turning into the hottest encounter he’d ever experienced, after it’d all started out so bad.
