Heat surged up Jonah’s spine. “I’ve never really…”
He’d fucked around, sure, had a boyfriend here and there, but none who were that kinky, and none who’d lit the same desire in him the way the men here had. The furthest he’d gone with pain had been Rafe spanking him and using the nipple clamps. Jonah groaned when his cock twitched at the memory.
Finley moved one hand to his hip, claws digging in again. Jonah trembled. Finley let out another amused sound. “I think you like a little pain, don’t you, Jonah?” His voice was dark in all the best ways and Jonah found himself nodding.
“You want to try my hand first?” Finley smoothed his hand over Jonah’s arse.
Jonah swallowed hard. “Y – Yeah.”
There was something different about this than the way Rafe had spanked him before. It was in the way his shoulders tensed when Finley leaned back, the anticipation zipping between the two of them.
Crack!
The first slap wasn’t that hard, but Jonah groaned as heat bloomed beneath the pain, his cock jerking where it was trapped against the bench. Finley’s fingers soothed over the spot.
“Yes or no?”
Jonah didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Finley pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck before he leaned back again. The next hit was a little harder, and Jonah cried out on the third, wrists jerking against the cuffs. Finley switched to his other cheek for the next three, then stroked a hand down Jonah’s sweaty spine.
“Finley,” Jonah moaned. He lifted his hips, presenting his arse.“Please…”
“You think you can take a couple with the paddle?” Finley asked. He trailed his claws down Jonah’s spine and Jonah sobbed with pleasure, already nodding.
“Yes, fuck, then getin me—”
Another slap had him jerking forward, a whimper tearing itself from Jonah’s throat as his cock stiffened, pre-cum spurting onto the bench.
“Be good for me now, sweetheart,” Finley murmured in his ear. “Bad boys don’t get to cum.”
Jonah squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Finley kissed his cheek and then he was gone, though he wasn’t far away. Fuck. Jonah tried to suck in a deeper breath. He felt almost raw, like an exposed nerve, and the feeling only subsided when Finley pressed up against him again.
He was naked and when Jonah turned his head to try and get a peek, Finley kissed him hard, moving lazily against him. Jonah whined when Finley pressed against the sensitive skin of his arse, but Finley only pulled back with a huff of laughter.
“Five more,” he said, and Jonah nodded. He could do it. “Then I’m going to open you up and breed you.”
“Fuck,yes.”
Jonah wanted it, wanted Finley’s knot, his cum deep inside him, and from the feral grin on Finley’s face, that was all he wanted as well. A bottle of lube dropped onto the bench next to Jonah’s arm and then Finley brandished the paddle to show him.
It was covered in leather, too, and Jonah shivered at the sight of it.“Finley.”He wasn’t begging yet, but he wasn’t far off.
Finley grinned. He trailed a claw down Jonah’s spine and Jonah clenched his hands into fists, wishing he had something to hang onto.
He didn’t need to worry. Finley planted one hand between Jonah’s shoulder blades and Jonah took another deep breath.
“Count for me, sweetheart.”
“Wha – Fuck!”
Pain pulsed through him, harsh and sweet, and the pressure on his back increased.
“Jonah…”
“I, fuck – One.”
Finley let up, just a little. “Good boy.”
