Thank you for leashing me and making sureeveryone knew I belonged to you?
Thank you for showing me off and making memore turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life?
That part was just guessing, but as eroticand embarrassing as the fantasy was, I had a feeling that wouldn’t hold acandle to the actual experience.
Master’s smile went back to admiration anda pleased ownership as he stroked up my chest and flicked his fingers over theclamps. Wonderful fireworks flashed through me and it took every drop ofconcentration in me to stay upright.
My gasp and the moan that followed echoedthrough the house. Master’s sexy chuckle as he tugged on the clamps didn’t helpmy ability to stay standing, either. He loved my reactions and he wasn’tworried about showing it.
“I’m going to have so much fun playing withmy sexy boy.” The erotic excitement in his voice took my desire to anotherlevel.
I’d never had anyone want me the way hedid.
He left my nipples and his hands traileddown my chest, back to my dick. At first I thought he was letting me catch mybreath so I wouldn’t accidentally orgasm, but when his hand wrapped around mydick a bit like it was a door handle, I knew I was wrong.
“Follow me.” Steering me with my dick, hekept a tight hold on me as he led me through the house and up the stairs.
The owning touch had my dick leaking precumand every step shifted the nipple clamps. I was so lost in the sensations thatI didn’t even realize he’d led me to another room until I was looking at aspanking bench.
What?
“Stand right there.” Master released mydick and started moving around the room, clearly finishing up last-minutepreparations, but I was too distracted by the St. Andrew’s Cross on the wall topay attention to the actual details.
I remembered him saying he had a few piecesof equipment he would show me later, but I’d thought he meant paddles or thingslike that.
I probably should’ve asked more questions.
Chapter 8
Warner
Ridley’s eyes were so wide they were aboutto fall out of his head, but the way he shivered and stared at the spankingbench and cross said he wasn’t averse to a bit of exploration.
I’d originally planned on just playing abit before curling up in bed since it was already late, but something about hisexpression as he’d stood on the porch said he needed more than that. My boyneeded to be turned inside out before he’d be able to truly relax.
I just wasn’t sure why and I hated the factthat I shouldn’t ask.
When I’d double-checked that everything Imight need was in place, I turned back to Ridley. Giving him a few minutes tosoak up the room without feeling like his reactions were being studied seemedto have been good for him because his eyes were back to a normal size and he’dinched closer to the bench.
Perfect.
Walking around him, I spanked one cheek.“Were you supposed to move?”
He was so startled that he looked around,completely shocked to see that he’d stepped closer. “No?”
Still letting his confused gaze scan overthe room, he turned back to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
I knew that was completely sincere, but Ialso knew that talking his way out of a spanking was the last thing he needed.“You need to be put in your place, boy.”
The rough response sent another shiverthrough him, and his dick bobbed like it was silently begging for attention. “Iwant to be good. Thank you, Master.”
Yes, he needed to get out of his head andlet the pain wash over him.
Squeezing the cheek I’d just spanked, I letmy other hand brush over his chest to tease the clamps. “I’m going to make sureyou remember your place by the time you leave here in the morning.”
I was going to do whatever I had to so thathe remembered I would be here for him as long as he needed me.
If that sounded a bit desperate in my head,I was going to ignore it and just remind myself I was doing my best to be agood Master.
