Miles had to take a moment to catch his breath, trying to assess the sensation. They'd played like this before with several spanking implements, but it had been a while since Darren had used a crop. The sensation was very different from his hand or a paddle, sharp and stinging instead of the slap or thud that he preferred. At the same time, the force of it had gone right to his cock. He swallowed hard, wrapping his arms around the bench and squeezing harder. ".... twenty."
"Twenty?" Darren's voice was unmistakably pleased. "What a brave thing you are, my pet. If it becomes too much, you know what to do."
Miles nodded, his safewords easy to remember. Red to stop. Yellow to slow and reassess. "Yes, Sir."
"Good," Darren praised. Pressing one black-gloved hand to the small of his back, he went to work with the crop. "Count."
The leather cracked down on his other ass cheek this time, making him gasp before he could count. "Two." The next was slightly easier to expect, easier to count. "Three. Four."
"Such a pretty ass," Darren murmured, landing another blow, then another. "Already starting to turn red."
If Miles had hoped he'd adjust to the sensation, he'd been wrong; the pain built, blows nine and ten so sharp that he cried out before he could count. He could barely breathe, thinking there was no way he could endure twice as many. Yet his cock jerked and throbbed as Darren continued, his desire feeding on the intensity of sensation.
Darren stopped, stroking his ass cheeks. For a brief, delirious moment, Miles thought it was over.
"Sixteen," his husband prompted gently, and Miles whimpered, trying to focus.
"Sixteen."
"My good pet." Darren's praise was low and warm, wrapping around him, supporting him. His gloved hand stroked over his burning ass cheeks, the leather of his gloves butter soft and gentle. "Only four left, my darling. Can you take it for me?" His other hand moved between his thighs, encircling and stroking his cock. "Mmm, you're so hard for me."
Miles could say no. He could use his safe word at any time. Darren would never be angry or disappointed, and they'd still have glorious sex. But the intensity of it all - the sensation, the pain, knowing he could take it and knowing he was taking it to please his master's will - he craved that deeply. It was souniquely satisfying. Miles swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir. I can take it for you."
"I know you can," Darren replied, unmistakably pleased, proud.
He moved, bringing the crop against his ass again. Whether it was his renewed commitment or the moment to breathe, Miles found he could bear it more easily. He cried out at the shock of pleasure and pain that shuddered up his spine. "Seventeen."
Darren gave a low groan as he delivered the next stroke, then the last two, and when Miles finally counted the twentieth, he was disappointed for it to end.
"So proud of you," Darren murmured, hands stroking gently on his burning ass. "Would you like to ask for your reward, my darling pet?"
Miles ached to lay Darren back over the bench and pull his husband's legs over his shoulders with those incredible shoes still on. But that wasn't his decision to dictate.
Instead, he bowed his head over the bench, still panting. "Master, please allow me to give you pleasure. However it would please you most."
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∞ 4 ∞
Silken Reward
"How should I let you give me pleasure?" Standing behind him as Miles bent over the bench, Darren stroked one stinging ass cheek, considering. "Mmm.... Kneel down behind the bench."
Breathless, ass still burning, Miles sank to his knees. Darren moved to bend over the bench himself, nothing but unending stocking-clad leg and well-muscled ass in front of his face. "Soon I'm going to order you to fuck me," he said, as if he were instructing Miles in something as mundane as household chores. "But first, you're going to please and prepare me. No hands yet. Just your mouth."
Miles groaned. It took every inch of self-control not to just dive right in. There was so much to worship, after all. He rubbed his face against the back of his stockings, reveling in the silken warmth of his flesh, then started to kiss and suck along the bare skin at the top of the bands. He didn't dare touch himself despite his throbbing cock, but it was alright; nothing was better than pleasing his master. Darren shivered in pleasure under his attentions, moaning and arching his back to offer himself for more.
When he buried his face between Darren's thighs, Darren shifted, parting them more. God, he was tall, especially in those heels! Miles took the invitation eagerly, tilting his head back to worship his husband's heavy weights through the thin, silken restraint of his thong. It was infuriatingly in the way, but he managed to catch hold of the fine fabric with his teeth, pulling it down enough to shove it to one side and free them. This way hecould suck them into his mouth, lathing them with his tongue, groaning around them to echo Darren's whimpering noise. He'd never had the desire to do this before meeting Darren, and marveled at the satisfaction of it, breathing hard against his husband's skin as he sucked and teased him.
"Oh god, pet! Enough, enough. Prep me. God, you try my patience!"
Miles briefly considered leaving the thong in place just for the pleasure of fucking him while it was yanked to one side. But Darren had put it on over his garters and clearly expected it to be taken off. That he did with little difficulty, pulling each side off his hip with his teeth until the panties slid down his thighs and Darren kicked them away. Finally, Darren spread his thighs again, and Miles did as he'd craved and dove in, burying his face between his husband's ass cheeks with a noise that sounded embarrassingly hungry even to him.
His own ass was still hot and throbbing from the spanking, but it didn't matter - nothing mattered more than this. Eating Darren's ass was transcendent, and Miles couldn't even fully explain why. It was at least partly because of the noises Darren made as he licked into him, still tasting faintly of body wash. Darren's needy, unrestrained moans of pleasure made him burn. Miles was quite certain he could make Darren come on his tongue if his husband ever had the patience for it, but he'd only have a short time to enjoy this before Darren was pleading, desperately ordering him to fuck him.
Perhaps that was why it was so good. He sucked wetly at Darren's hole, grazing his ass cheek with the edge of his teeth before licking into him again. Humming against his sensitive hole, he filled Darren in slow thrusts. He was doing this toprepare Darren for his cock, licking and pleasing his entrance. Soon, he would be burying every inch of himself in this intoxicating heat. Giving Darren all the pleasure he begged for.
"You can touch me," Darren panted. Miles eagerly ran his hands up his thighs, stroking his bare skin, the silken stockings, the lines of his garters. He grabbed both Darren's ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling them apart so he could lick deeper, groaning low and tasting him like it was his last meal.
