To reward him, I reached into my pocket andpulled out the wonderful little remote that went with the plug. Giving it along, low buzz, I chuckled as he gasped and started to fight the restraints.When I stopped the buzzing, he couldn’t seem to decide if he was happy or not.“Good boy.”
Positive reinforcement was so important.
“Why were you afraid?” It felt like it tooklonger to answer that time, but that might’ve just been me.
“I was afraid you didn’t really want me.Especially when you said I had to get a shower on my own.” The words were likea weight off his shoulders even though I didn’t have to point out how wrongthey were.
As I kept up the flogging, I pushed at thefear. “How do I feel about you?”
He sucked in a breath as I let the leatherfall high on the inside of his thigh. His legs tightened and I knew he had tofight to keep from closing them, so as a reward, I moved up his back and hitthe button on the remote again.
When he’d caught his breath, I prompted himonce more. “How do I feel about you, baby?”
The words came harder that time, but theemotions on his face and the hitch in his voice were incredible. “I’m the mostimportant thing in your life.”
“And?” He needed to get more emotion offhis chest before we’d be anywhere close to done.
“And…and you want to take care of me andyou love holding me.” A shiver ran through him, and before I had to prompt himagain, he continued. “And you love my piercings and my tattoos.”
Letting the flogger heat his ass, I smiled.“And I love this ass, don’t I?”
His head bobbed up and down as he gaspedand thrust out his still-trapped dick. “And I love controlling you, don’t I?”
Landon gasped out something I took to be anagreement as I flicked right over his plug and under his cheeks.
“If I decide to savor my toy, do you get todoubt how much I want to sink my dick into you?” That question took a bit morebrainpower, but eventually, he shook his head.
“No, Sir. I know you want me.”
“I wanted you from the first moment I sawyou. Why didn’t I fuck you that night? Why have I waited?” He’d have found it easierto answer if I’d stopped flogging all the sexy, tender places that were ondisplay for me, but he needed to work at it and he needed to remember who hebelonged to.
As he fought to answer, he started to shiftand tug at the restraints, finally fighting through what he was feeling.“Because you wanted to get to know me.”
“And?” I continued the gentle torment thatwas building and driving him crazy.
His chest was starting to heave, not withthe pain, but with everything that was pushing at him. “And you wanted to showme I wasn’t just a one-night stand.”
He was worth more than that, but he didn’tseem to have realized it at first.
“And?” I’d keep pushing until I couldn’twring anything else from my sweet boy.
“And…and because you wanted to savor owningme.”
Yes, that was better.
“And?” The way he tugged against therestraints and tried to shift around said he was starting to get tired of thisgame…luckily, he wasn’t the one in charge.
He made a low frustrated sound that wasbeautiful and deep, but I knew it wasn’t me he was fighting against.
“And I’ve never been with a man before. Youdidn’t want to rush me.” There was just enough rough emotion in his voice thatI slowed the flogging and started stroking him with the tails.
“Why didn’t I rush you…how do I feel aboutthat?” I let my voice go softer, a reward for doing his best.
He took several seconds to breathe beforeanswering. “Because you were worried about hurting me if you rushed me.”
I wasn’t sure if he was going to answer thesecond part or not, so after another soft thud, I pressed again. “How do I feelabout the fact that no man has ever touched you like that? How do I feel aboutknowing no other man has flogged this beautiful ass? That I’m the only man whoknows how sexy you look when you’re trying to milk that plug for all the pleasureyou can get?”
He’d have been embarrassed over that one ifhe hadn’t been so turned on. As it was, it just seemed to give him permissionto start rocking faster, desperately trying to chase the pleasure that was justout of reach.
