“Green, Sir.”
It’s a whisper, barely audible in the warm bedroom.
The next noise I make is louder.
The crop slaps against the top of my left thigh, and I jerk, pulling on my binds again. The first strike draws an involuntary cry from my lips.
This isn’t the first time he’s woken me up already in Dom mode. It’s not the first time he’s used a crop on me. It is, however, the first time I’ve woken up blindfolded and tied to the bed.
I’m not complaining.
The crop comes down again, this time over my right pec. It’s not as hard as before, but it’s enough to sting. The next hit is to my stomach, even lighter this time, barely a tap. He does that a few times, enough to make me forget how much pain it can really cause, so when the leather smacks my right thigh with greater force, it hurts worse than the first hit.
“Fuck!”
My back bows off the bed, and I pant heavier, squirming and tugging at the ropes.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, Jackson,” Sir says, his voice steady but deep and drunk with desire. “See how fucking beautiful you look tied to my bed, taking the pain I give you, your perfect body writhing on the sheets. You should see how much you’re already leaking for me, sweetheart.”
I feel his finger brush my stomach, the precum sticky against my skin as he sweeps some of it up. Then his finger is at my lips, which I part, eagerly sucking him into my mouth, licking my arousal from his finger.
“My beautiful, good boy.”
I moan around his finger, and the sound turns into a pathetic whimper when he takes it away.
“These already look like they’re feeling quite heavy too.”
His crop skims over my balls, and I start squirming again. The moment I feel it drifting up the underside of my aching cock, I thrust up, desperate for some kind of friction.
The leather vanishes and comes down hard on my right thigh in the same spot as last time, making the sting radiate further and hotter as I choke on a sob.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Did that hurt?”
His voice is filled with a deceptive gentleness, dripping with poisoned honey. I’ve come to associate it with the times he’s feeling especially sadistic, so I know I’m in for it now.
I start panting heavier, my chest heaving as little whimpers slip free, forcing me to bite my lip to hold them back.
He tsks. “You poor thing.”
The bed dips beside me, and then I feel him straddle me, the cotton of his sweatpants brushing against my bare thighs. I love it when he’s clothed and I’m not, making me feel even more vulnerable and helpless and at his mercy.
His hands glide up my stomach, my chest, rubbing harshly against my skin and over my nipples. When he gets to my throat, his finger hooks through the O-ring of my collar before he tugs on it, lifting my head off the pillow. I gasp, but the sound is quickly swallowed up by Sir’s mouth as it crashes against mine. The kiss is hard, fast, and messy, his tongue licking over my lips, teeth nipping at my bottom one, his beard burning my face. He growls the moment he pulls back like he’s angry to do it.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy. Now on your stomach.”
He slides down my body so he can easily grip my hips and flip me over without practically any help from me. The ropes binding my wrists are tied to the headboard directly above my head, and they twist as my body does too, my right cheek pressed against the pillow.
This time, his hands rake down my back, which arches as his nails claw at my skin, nearly hard enough to break it. Every place he touches flares like the striking of a hundred matches, sparks racing beneath my skin and having me ready to combust. Aching to burn. If his weight wasn’t currently holding me down, I’d be thrusting against the bed, eager to ignite.
Grabbing hold of my thighs with rough hands, Sir pushes my legs apart and settles between them. He takes my ass in both hands, kneading my cheeks and digging his nails in, making me whimper.
“Is your ass feeling a little left out, sweetheart? Do you need Sir to give it some attention with his crop too?”
A whimper gets caught in my throat and turns into a desperate sob as I nod.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Please what?”
