“Yes, Goddess.”
Stepping behind him, I let the leather flap of the crop slide across the skin of his neck, then down his back. Without warning, I lifted it and landed it on his right ass cheek.
“One. Monica.”
“Good boy.”
Pulling my arm back, I swung again, landing it with a crack on his left cheek. A moan came from his lips as he said, “Two. Francesca.”
In quick succession, I landed one on each cheek again.
“Three. Ailiya. Four. Jenny.”
“Good, Pretty Boy. Now, I want your hands threaded behind your head.”
He did as commanded as I came to stand in front of him. There wasn’t much room, so I indicated for him to scooch back a bit, which he did. I bent and flicked his nipple with my tongue, and he groaned. I didn’t fail to notice how his arm and stomach muscles flexed with the movement. “Does my pretty boylike his nipples licked?”
“Yes, Goddess.” As quickly as I stood, I let the crop fly through the air, hitting each of them. A breath of pleasure came from him as his back bowed. “Fuck.”
As his cock pressed against the chain mail, I smiled and let the leather of the crop slide across it. Gavriel’s eyes popped open, and his attention was fully on me. Something crossed with fear and pleaful need shone in those dark eyes.
“Don’t worry. I won’t whip your cock right now. I’m sure you are uncomfortable enough with it being so restrained.” I came to stand at his side again and let the crop fly two more times.
“Five was Janette. Six, Brenda.”
Again, I landed a hit on his right ass cheek, and the red was beautiful.
“Seven, Sariah.”
One more on the left, and he groaned out, “Eight, Dawn.”
“Good boy. You are doing so well.” Crouching down behind him, I ran my hands over his well-formed ass. He let out a hum as heat filtered into my hand. Standing, I placed a small kiss between his shoulder blades. There was an exaggerated breath that came from him, and when I met his gaze again, I didn’t fully understand the look he gave me, so I asked, “You remember your safeword?”
“Talon.”
“Do you need to use it?” He seemed to be okay, but I was about to go harder on him for the remainder of his spankings.
“No, Goddess. Please continue punishing me.”
Smirking and without warning, I slammed down the crop on his tender skin.
“Nine. I’m sorry, Goddess.”
Again.
“Ten. I’m sorry, Goddess.”
Again.
His back arched as he moaned, pleasure etched on his face. “Yes.” When he caught his breath, he continued, “Eleven. Never again, Goddess.”
His cock was straining hard against the chain mail, and I reached down and grabbed it, running my thumb across the length of him as I swung the crop again. At contact, his cock twitched, and I smiled.
“Twelve. I am yours. I am sorry.”
Swinging the crop down again, I squeezed him in the chain mail, and as before, his cock twitched. A rush of excitement and amusement went through me. “You are loving this, aren’t you?”
His gaze met mine as I swung again, need, lust, and pleading all flashing through his eyes before he moaned and bit his lip. “Yes, Goddess. Thirteen. I’m sorry they touched me.”
