She stepped away and he resisted the urge to turn around and watch her. He wasn’t in charge.
The faint whisper of leather strands moving through her fingers reached him, followed by a subtle shift in the air. His body reacted before his mind did, anticipation tightening low in his belly.
The first strike landed across his shoulder, a bright line of sensation that pulled a sigh from his lungs. The second followed on the other side, mirroring the first. The rhythm built, measured and deliberate, the figure-eight pattern flowing over his back.
Each impact bloomed into warmth. His muscles flexed, then released. He was dimly aware of how hard she had to work to reach through his build, but instead of pride, what filled him was a quiet appreciation. She was putting herself into this. Into him.
He let himself lean into the sensations, not chasing them, not bracing against them. Just receiving. Trusting her aim, her knowledge, and her care. The world narrowed to the sound of leather, the steady thud of his pulse, and the slow expansion and release of his breath.
By the time the strokes moved lower, across his ass, his mind had gone quiet in a way it rarely did. No plans. Noperformance. No need to direct or impress. Just the steady presence of his body and the certainty of her behind him.
When the final stroke landed, heat spread wide and deep. Then the flogger fell away, and her body came flush against his back.
That undid him more than the impact had.
Her warmth lined up with his, chest to back, skin to skin. He tightened his grip on the cross. The closeness made something inside him swell too fast, too full. His breathing slowed, deepened, drawn into the rhythm of hers.
“You’re a good boy.”
The praise sank into him like warmth into chilled hands.
He did not question or resist it. He let it settle and belong. A small, quiet satisfaction spread through his chest. He was doing this right. Giving her what she wanted. And she valued it.
“You can let go of the cross.”
He released his grip at once, arms heavy but relaxed at his sides.
“Turn around.”
He turned to face her, the movement a bit sluggish. The air slid over his groin, and he felt exposed, yes, but not self-conscious. Her gaze dropped, and he followed it a heartbeat later, seeing his own arousal, hard and insistent.
Her attention went straight to his groin. His erection jutted from his body, the tip almost reaching his navel. More pre-cum made the head and shaft glisten in the overhead lights. He was a gorgeous man, and Kate took her time to look her fill. “Go lie on the bed, face-up, arms and legs spread.”
Chris did as ordered, and Kate slowly circled the bed, methodically tying each limb to one of the rings.
“Test the bonds for me.” She ran a teasing nail from his armpit to his hip, and Chris tugged against the ropes. “You’re not going anywhere.” Moisture from her arousal trickled down her leg.
Kate made quick work of shedding her shoes and clothes. She struggled to remember. “Condom?”
“Nightstand.” Chris’s voice sounded strained.
Kate opened the nightstand and found a package of tissues, nipple clamps, a vibrator, and a box of extra-large condoms. She placed the treasures beside his head and sucked his nipple into her mouth. Men’s nipples were harder to clamp but just as much fun to tease as women’s. Kate toyed with his balls and latched onto the other nipple. She lifted her head and held the clamp for him to see.
“Ever felt one?”
Chris shook his head. “Not where you’re going to use it. I’ve had them on my finger.”
She smiled wickedly. “Oh, they’re going to feel completely different this time!”
Kate fastened the first clamp on his right nipple and watched his face as she relaxed her fingers, allowing increasing pressure. His eyes widened, and he pulled his arms against the ropes when she let go of the clamp. She cocked her head. “Okay?”
He groaned as he lifted his head, trying to see. “Fuck!”
He was so much fun to play with! “Wait until they come off.”
Chris groaned even louder and flopped his head back onto the bed.
Without any preamble, Kate clamped his left nipple then rolled the condom onto his straining cock. Even withthe added lubrication of his pre-cum, the fit was tight—extra-large indeed. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her and abandoned the idea of more torture. Kate straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his shaft. His length and girth created a fantastic stretch, but there was more to it than that. Why was having him inside different? She’d had great sex before. Maybe not all the men were as well hung as Chris, but there were skillful lovers with functioning dicks. Being with him slaked a need she hadn’t noticed before. Her pussy pulsed around his length, no longer wanting to be denied its pleasure. Kate lifted herself and slammed down hard. Chris bucked and released a strangled, drawn-out, “Fuck!”
