“Fuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!” he screamed as the belt made contact.
“No words,” RJ said between the strikes. “Unless you want to use the safe word.”
Aaron could barely remember his own name, much less the safe word as the braided leather fell on his already-stinging buttocks. He squirmed, but that pulled at his shoulders and made RJ’s belt land less strategically and thus more painfully.
He tensed all over, straining his muscles to hold as still as he could. With his eyes wide and a cry that bounced from the brick walls of his apartment, he endured RJ landing the belt on him nine more times.
He only knew for sure because when it was over and he was gasping for breath between tears, RJ leaned close and murmured, “Twelve. Unbelievable.” He kissed Aaron’s shoulders and the side of his face. “That’s my sweet Mr. Danvers.”
RJ rubbed Aaron’s shoulders and back, massaging the tension from his muscles. When Aaron was flat on the coffee table again, hiccups of sobs jolting from him, his attention torn between the pleasure of the massage and the pain radiating from his ass, RJ said, “I’ll be right back. Shh, wait here for me.”
Aaron wanted to raise up and watch RJ go, but he was too shocked to move, tears slipping from his eyes even though he didn’t feel like crying. If anything, he felt like begging—for what? He didn’t know. For more, maybe, though he wasn’t sure he could handle that. For a fuck, definitely, but he didn’t want the evening to be over yet. He had a feeling they were only beginning.
RJ’s footsteps neared again. Aaron saw his black boots and jeans stepping toward him before RJ squatted down and his face filled Aaron’s view. “You might need to bite down on this,” RJ whispered, putting a cool, wet washcloth in his mouth. “This is going to sting.”
Aaron struggled to sit up, not sure if he wanted more, but RJ pushed him back down. Aaron didn’t spit the washcloth out, and he didn’t say Hermey, but his heart pounded wildly, and he saw spots as fear roared through him.
RJ smoothed reassuring fingers over his back and down to his hips, avoiding the most painful places. “You’re still so hard, Mr. Danvers. My pain slut. Mine and no one else’s.” He kissed the hot spots on Aaron’s ass with a tenderness that made Aaron’s thighs quiver. “Has anyone else ever taken you this far?”
Aaron grunted around the washcloth and shook his head.
“I don’t want anyone else to ever see you like this,” RJ said darkly. “This is too beautiful.” He slipped his hands around Aaron’s hips, combed his fingers through Aaron’s pubic hair, and gripped his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He squeezed Aaron’s balls lightly, making him catch his breath and go very, very still.
“Mr. Danvers, I know this has already been a lot for you, but if you trust me and give in—if you don’t fight, I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never gone before.”
Aaron looked over his shoulder, caught RJ’s determined, lust-filled expression, and felt faint. He swallowed, cool water from the washcloth slipping down his throat. He turned back to the coffee table, planting his right cheek on the wood and biting hard on the washcloth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” RJ said, squeezing Aaron’s balls harder, so that it hurt enough to squeal before releasing them aching and tight between Aaron’s legs. RJ hummed with clear pleasure, perhaps at how hard Aaron was. “This is the difficult part now, baby. Hold tight and trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
Aaron shivered and gripped the edges of the coffee table, the wood cool and solid beneath his fingers.
The belt started up again, and this time it didn’t stop. Each strike was not quite as hard as the initial belting had been, but the cumulative strikes were like wildfire bursting into flame over and over. Aaron squirmed, he moved, he jolted, and when RJ pushed his head against the table with one hand and stepped on his calf with his heavy boot andheldhim down for the shocking pain, Aaron collapsed into it.
A dizzy, warm, open space grabbed him and took him higher and higher, flying him into an aching bliss he’d never known possible. The pain was still there, but it was necessary, and he stopped fighting, taking it eagerly and crying like his heart was broken. He never wanted it to stop.
Abruptly, RJ pulled back, the sudden end to the strikes making Aaron scream, “No!”
His sweaty skin prickled, his nipples ached, and his cock was throbbing like a wound, but he wanted more—he needed RJ to hold him down and force these scary feelings from him. He loved when RJ held the reins on his body. Heneededit.
“Shh,” RJ soothed. “You’re all right. I’ve got you.” He kissed Aaron, his tongue sliding in and soothing the panting sobs. “I’ve got my sweet baby boy.”
Aaron grabbed hold of RJ’s shoulders, gripping his T-shirt and tugging himself against RJ’s body, hungry for his kisses and desperate for his arms around him. RJ gave him what he wanted, sliding his hands down to cup Aaron’s flaming ass, squeezing and making him cry out into RJ’s mouth, making his cock jerk a spurt of pre-come against RJ’s jeans-clad thigh.
“That’s right,” RJ said. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe.” He nuzzled Aaron’s neck. “Did you fly?”
Aaron nodded, his throat clogged with tears and fear that he was still flying, that he’d crash land, and that he’d never fly again. Not if RJ left. Not if this ended.
RJ kissed Aaron’s throat. “Take off your T-shirt. Get on your hands and knees. Crawl to the bedroom, Mr. Danvers. I want to see your red ass move.”
Dazed and tender everywhere from lips to nipples to smarting ass, he clung to RJ for a moment longer. Shame and arousal prickling him in equal amounts, Aaron did as he was told. RJ followed behind him, commenting on his ruddy ass and the bruises he could see forming.
“Baby, you’re not going to forget tonight, and neither will I. Come Christmas you’re still going to have my marks on you.”
Aaron shivered, his cock dripping as he made his slow, crawling way to the bedroom. He yelped when RJ’s hand landed in his hair and pulled him to a stop on the rug by the bed. “Stay there.”
He panted on the floor by the bed, his knees aching. RJ rummaged in his closet and emerged with a long, dark tie. He placed it over Aaron’s eyes.
“Remember your safe word?” RJ asked.
