“Yes, you were. Get on the bed. Lay on your stomach and spread your arms out.”
“I didn’t mean to answer your question with another question.”
“One.”
Reed looked up at the ceiling and then back to me before taking off his towel. He climbed onto the bed, his arms spread as he moved into position.
“Look who’s finally listening.” I slapped his right asscheek hard enough to make him jump. Affixing the leather cuffs to each of his wrists, I took my time securing each one to his headboard.
“Sir–”
“No more talking until I say so, unless it’s your safeword or your colors. I’m also not referring to your reactions. I don’t plan on going easy on you.”
Reed whimpered. I would play that hot little sound in my head on repeat the next time I questioned my own worth. Drawing such a raw, needy noise from his mouth immediately made me hard. Testing the binds, I ran my finger underneath the pulse point in each wrist. “How do these feel?”
“They are okay. Not too tight, Sir.”
“Good.” Leaning into his neck, I inhaled and traced my tongue down to his collarbone.
Reed moaned, struggling to stay still. He panted as I moved along his spine, sucking and nibbling a path downward. Reaching his glorious muscular ass, I kissed the top of it. He whimpered again. If I could hear nothing else but that sound, I’d die a happy man. Lifting the strap in my hands, I glanced at his skin. His earlier spanking hadn’t left any distinguishable markings. Forgoing a warmup, I struck the middle of his bottom cheeks.
“Ah! Fuck.” Reed fought against his restraints but they held fast.
“Breathe. We are nowhere near done. In fact, we are just getting started.” Allowing him to calm, I rubbed my fingers into the small welt left from the implement. He hissed but did not fight. Striking each of his upper thighs caused a long line of curses to fall out of his mouth. He would struggle to sit comfortably for at least the rest of the morning and probably later on once I was done.
“What color are you, Reed?”
“Green.”
“Interesting.” Landing several more long, harsh strokes against the full expanse of his ass, I gave ample time in between each one. I wanted to leave a lasting reminder without pushing him over the edge of his pain threshold. Pausing, I rubbed a hand across my cock which was painfully hard. His muscular body, taut in all the right places, made me want to worship every single inch of it. Instead I was punishing his beautiful ass and thighs.
“Are you a sadist, Sir?”
Leaning across his body, I bit down on his shoulder blade, sucking the skin in between my lips until he groaned. Reaching under his hips, I wrapped my hand around his hard cock. Irubbed him a few times, then let go. “Did I give you permission to talk, Reed?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then don’t do it again.” I shifted him up onto all fours so he wasn’t truly uncomfortable. Picking up the strap again, I targeted each side separately.
“Fuck, that one hurt,” he said muttering into the mattress. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Keep that mouth shut or I’ll gag you,” I warned.
He clamped his mouth closed.
Landing one harsh stroke to his upper thighs drew a pained groan from him but he didn’t speak.
“There’s my good boy. A few more.”
As promised, I delivered the last few strikes since the strap would leave a lasting reminder. The implement bit harder than my hand or a paddle. I trailed my fingers across his ass, cherry-red and hot to the touch. Setting the leather strap on the mattress, I was satisfied that I’d drilled the lesson home. His chin touched his chest, his shoulders raising and falling as he cried. It brought me no pleasure to see him reacting in such a way. Harsh punishments weren’t my style. Unfortunately he kept pushing back until I responded.
Undoing the cuffs, I carefully rubbed each of his wrists before rotating them to bring back the circulation. Shifting him upward, I pulled him to lay on me. Kissing his forehead, I gave him space to allow whatever emotions were bogging him down to release fully. After a little while, he looked up at me, his gorgeous brown eyes red-rimmed from crying.
“You can speak freely, babyboy.” I ran my hand through his hair.
“That fucking hurt. Are you a sadist? Because I didn’t think you were.”
“No, I’m not. Some sadistic tendencies in specific scenes perhaps, but not all the time. Anyway, If I left you mildly sore, do you think you’d learn the lesson?”
