I swallow thickly over the lump in my throat. “P-paddle,” I decide.
“Lovely choice.” I can feel his smile against my neck before he licks a hot, wet trail along the expanse of the area. “Do you remember your safe words?”
I nod, eliciting a growl from Mateo.
“Oh, baby, you know I need your words.”
Excitement and arousal course through me in waves. “Yellow means slow down, and red means stop.”
“Good job,cariño,” he praises. “And lastly, under no circumstances are you to come without my permission. Do you understand?”
I nod again, confusion taking over. I’m not really sure I’ll be in a position to come with him whacking me with a leather paddle, but sure.
“Words, Travis.”
Heart thumping almost painfully in my chest, I blurt out, “Yes… yes, I understand. No coming without your say so.”
“Good boy.” Mateo growls the words against my neck before sharp teeth sink into the sensitive area, my head dropping back as a gasp falls from my lips. His hand skates down my abdomen, palm wrapping firmly around my stiff length, giving me a few slow pumps. “Such a fucking cock slut. So willing to do whatever you can for a little attention, hmm?”
My chest rumbles on a groan, his thumb swiping over the slick tip, smearing my arousal around. He sucks on my neck as his hand skillfully works me over, marking me before soothing the area with his tongue. My head is light, dizzy, euphoric as a cascade of pleasure and emotions floods my system.
Mateo works me right to the edge before removing his hand and mouth from my body. A whimper that should be embarrassing falls from my lips at the loss of contact, and I hear his dark chuckle behind me.
“Ready?” he asks.
I nod.
“What are your safe words again,cariño?”
“Yellow, slow down. Red, stop.”
“Good boy.” His praise sets my blood on fire. “I’m going to start with a couple warm-up ones. Two on each cheek. Just to get you used to the feel of the paddle, okay?”
Swallowing hard, I mutter, “Okay.”
The heartbeat hammering inside my chest is a dead giveaway of how nervous I am. I’ve never done anything like this before, never having been hit with anything harder than an open hand during some doggy style.
But I’ve always wanted to. I’ve watched porn on the kinkier side before, and fantasized about what it would be like. I’ve always been with men who either aren’t into stuff like this or who I wouldn’t trust to take care of me and work with me through something to this extent.
My chest tightens as the realization hits me… Idotrust Mateo to take care of me and work me through this. When did that happen, and why does that knowledge make me feel so confused?
Before I can think too much about the how and the why, the first strike hits me. Just like he promised, there isn’t much force behind it, but the sting is still present. Heat blooms from my left cheek as I gasp from the contact. He strikes the right side next with the same force, the other two following closely after.
Mateo closes the distance between us again, one arm wrapping around my middle, his other coming up to grip my throat, pushing my head up until it’s resting on his shoulder. It doesn’t escape me that, like every time we wind up in one of his bedrooms like this, he’s still fully clothed despite me being completely nude.
“Doing okay,cariño?” His rough, calloused hand wraps around my now half-hard cock, stroking it back to life, his teeth nipping my earlobe.
Nodding, I breathe out, “Yes.” My eyes roll back as his wrist twists deliciously on the upstroke. “I’m doing good.”
Rolling his hips into me, his erection is evident. This is turning him on. “Think you can take it a little harder?”
“Yes, I know I can.” The reply is instant, a need burning inside of me to show him how much I can handle. To make him proud.
Pressing a kiss to my neck, he growls into my ear, “I know you can too.”
Mateo steps back, the cool air from his absence jarring against my heated skin. My hands clench into fists and my body tenses for the impact to come. When the paddle connects with my left cheek, it’s significantly harder than the first round, a stinging type of pain radiating from the entire area immediately.
A cry falls from my lips, my head throws back onto my shoulder, and even though I know I can’t get free, it doesn’t stop my arms from trying to rip from the cuffs. “Fuck!”
