“Please,” he begs, so I come closer and adjust the leg restraints until I can slip into the space between his legs. I rest my body over his, getting in nice and close to his ear again, thrilled by the heat of his body against my skin.
“Please what?” I ask, and he pants.
"Please, anything. Touch me, or let me touch you.”
“Not just yet. I think I’ll have a look in the toy cupboard.” Stepping away from him, I leave him waiting while I move over to the cabinet. I noticed there was a whole heap of still packaged toys. Pulling open the doors, I check out what’s on offer. My eyebrows jump when I take note of the packaging. It’s an older style, one that must be from when I wasn’t old enough to know about sex toys, but it’s definitely Sugar and Spice labeling. Aunt Merideth's company has been around for a long time.
Next, I search for a bottle of lube. Grabbing both things, I tear the wrapping off the plug and drizzle some of the lube over it before returning to Oli.
I dribble a generous amount of lube over his puckered hole, and I feel him shudder at the cool intrusion. Using my fingers, I work some into the tight ring, and he groans before the pleading starts again.
“Please.”
I give him a sharp slap on the ass. “Be patient and quiet, or I will gag you,” I threaten even though I plan on gagging him with my dick after I'm done here. Once I’m happy with how much lube he has and I’ve worked his hole, my hand slips around to his balls, grabbing hold of them as I work the plug into his ass. Back and forth, I watch his tight ring stretch around the intrusion. It’s not huge, but it’s big enough that it takes a while for me to work it in. Eventually, it gets past the tight ring of muscle and slides forward, settling between his parted cheeks. I’ve been holding Oli's balls tightly, and he’s been moaning the entire time.
“Oh, Oli, that wasn't quite like I instructed. I think you need to be punished.” My Dom side is new to Oli. I only discovered it once we had broken up; I had decided to explore my sexuality a little more when I got older. This is really the first time he’s seeing it as my partner. I hadn't wanted to scare him away when we were just working through our feelings for one another again, but I should have known better. My boyfriend is a kinky fuck. I let go of his balls and lightly run my finger down his pierced dick, the little bars in it cold to the touch. I lightly tug on one, and I revel in the way his body jumps.
Leaving him there, I go back to the cupboard and grab a dark red and black flogger. The way Oli’s ass cheeks bounced in front of me as he walked up and down the stairs really inspired me, and I want to see what they look like, all red and covered in my marks.
Unwrapping it, I leave the wrapping in the cupboard and go back to him. His head is strapped into the headrest, so I walk around to the front of him, my erect dick in line with his mouth, though I stand far enough away that he can’t reach it. He whines in disappointment, and I crouch down so I can see his face. “I know we haven't talked much about this, but I need to know you're okay with what I'm about to do.” I show him the flogger, and although he swallows nervously, he has love and trust in his eyes.
“I trust you, babe,” he says, his voice a little husky, so I lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Thank you,” I whisper, but when I pull away, I reassume my Dom persona. “I need your safe word, Oliver,” I say to him, and he shudders as I walk around his body, lightly dragging the end of the flogger along his skin to build anticipation. He’s quiet for a moment while he’s thinking about it.
“Corncob,” he tells me, and I stop what I’m doing.
“Seriously?” I ask him, and he shrugs as best he can in spite of the restraints.
“Yeah. It's not like I’ll shout that out while we’re having sex.”
“Okay then, but only use it if you mean it.” I run my hands over his delicious buttcheeks and down his thighs.
The trick to flogging is hitting the meaty parts of his thighs so that it doesn't hurt as much as hitting bone that’s close to the surface. So you want to avoid the spine and just get the sections on either side of it. Unless your aim is to cause pain, then have at it, but I don't like hardcore pain. I like to make it hurt just enough to get the blood flowing and build an endorphin response in my subs.
Stepping back enough, I line up so that I’m going to hit him across his thighs with more than just the tips. The tips hurt more, and I want to build him up as I’m pretty sure this is his first time. So I want to be gentler to start. I want him to want to do this with me often, not hate it.
“Oli, I’m going to give you three lashes on each side. Be a good boy and keep quiet, and you will be rewarded." I nudge the plug in his ass with the handle of the flogger, and he remains quiet aside from a grunt that slips out.
“Good boy,” I praise him before raising my hand. With gentle, even strokes, I lash him in a figure-eight motion—first the left side, then the right. One, two, three, four, five, and six. The last two cause him to groan, and I smile. I know his pain threshold is high because of his love of tattoos, but hearing that is music to my ears; it means I can punish him some more.
I drop the flogger and step closer, running my hands over both cheeks. “Oh dear, you weren't quiet like I asked you to be. Which means I have to punish you more.” I give him a sharp slap on each cheek before going around to the front of him. I want to see his face to make sure he’s not hiding the wrong kind of pain. He has tears in his eyes, which is reason enough to pause for a second and check in.
“Do you want to use your safe word, Oli?” I ask, and he shakes his head as much as he can.
“No, please, I want you to punish me.” I smile at his words and step into him.
“Well, since you can't seem to be quiet on your own, how about I make you?” Lining my cock up with his lips, I tap his shoulder.
“Open your mouth so I can fuck your face.” He does as I tell him, and I thrust my hips forward, filling his hot wet mouth. I push past his gag reflex until his nose is resting against my pelvis. Holding there, I feel him struggle, but I don’t pull out until my dick throbs. His eyes are streaming even more tears as he gasps for breath. I let him recover before I go again.
“Oh yeah, fuck, I can feel your throat closing around me,” I groan as it constricts around me before I pull out again. “Again,” I order as I thrust back and forth a few times, really fucking his face. When I pull away, there’s saliva dripping from the corner of his lips, and he’s panting. Running a gentle hand through his hair, I step back.
“Such a good boy, I think you need a reward now.” I move around to the back of him, running my fingers along his spine. “This time, you can make as much noise as you want,” I tell him before pulling the plug out of his ass with a sharp yank. He yelps, but I ignore it as I look down, watching his asshole slowly try to close back up. Grabbing the lube, I pour a generous amount over my cock, sliding my hand up and down to mix it with Oli's saliva before lining myself up and plunging into his dark hole. He shouts at the intrusion, and I moan as his tight passage wraps around my dick.
I pull back and slam in again, my orgasm just out of reach from all of the foreplay. Leaning over my lover, I reach around and grab his dick. I thrust in and out of him, loving the feeling of his ass gripping my cock so tightly, the wet slip of lube making it a smooth glide. My hand works his dick, and he grunts as I fuck him hard. My toes curl when my orgasm bursts into me, and I slam my dick deep as I furiously pump his. Oliver shouts, then his dick pulses, his cum shooting all over the floor under him as well as all over my hand.
I slow my hand and bring it up to my mouth, licking it clean. “Such a good boy,” I croon before placing little kisses all over his back. He’s quiet as he tries to regain control of his breathing, and I'm a little concerned it’s too much. My hips and thighs have been slamming into his flogged skin continuously.
