Chapter 22
DEVON
As much as I wanted to make Jack wait, those alligator clamps had been on long enough. Circulation issues were a thing, and I wasn’t going to risk injuring him.
I towel-dried myself quickly, then slung a fresh one around my waist—keeping concealed what Jack most wanted to see while ensuring I didn’t have any restrictions.
I was already hard and aching to pound into his ass.
One thing I’d learned from an early age was the concept of delayed gratification.
That the longer I could prolong something pleasurable, the better I’d feel when I finally allowed myself the indulgence.
Upon entering the main room, I discovered Jack with his eyes closed.
The plug still vibrated in his ass.
The cock cage was still attached.
The porn on the television still played.
And, to my delight, he still wore the nipple clamps. Those had to come off first.
Jack’s eyes flew open—as if he sensed my presence. His mouth opened and closed.
I frowned.
“Two. I pick two. The second…choice? Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want. To do to me. To do with me. Just…that.”
I held in my grin.
Barely.
“Whatever I want?”
He nodded frantically.
“Okay. I was thinking of grilling up some salmon for lunch—”
He whimpered.
You’ve fucked with him enough. Well, for the moment, anyway. I made my way over to him. Carefully, I positioned myself between his naked thighs.
He swallowed. Hard.
I leaned forward and removed the first clamp.
“Fuck. Oh shit, that—” He paused. “Oh Christ, that feels good.”
Grinning to myself, I continued to suck.
I’d removed the clamp and replaced it with my mouth.
Licking, sucking, and encouraging circulation to come back.
After a moment, I moved to the other nipple and repeated the process—replacing the bite of the clamp with the warmth and gentle touch of my mouth.
He ran his hands through my hair.
I’d give him this moment. Then I had plans. I pulled back to gaze up at him. “How’s your cock?”
“Neglected. Sir.”
“Glad you didn’t forget the honorific.” I gestured with my chin. “And your ass?”
“Full.”
At that, I chuckled. “Poor boy. Should I not fill you then?”
His eyes widened. “Yes. That. Please.”
“Soon.” I snagged the key from the coffee table and proceeded to release him from the cage.
He let out a shuddering sigh.
I grabbed the remote and turned off the television.
Quiet descended—punctuated only by Jack’s heavy breathing and the thrum of the plug.
I reached under a throw pillow to grab the remote.
Jack cocked an eyebrow.
“I would’ve told you if you needed to know. You didn’t, so I didn’t.” I flipped the setting higher.
Sweat broke out across his brow.
“Oh, did you think the thing only had one setting?” I smacked his thigh. “Get up, Jack. I want to show you what I have planned.” Sometimes I enjoyed prolonging the suspense. Today, I wanted him to anticipate.
He was slow to rise.
I chuckled. “Moving difficult? Is your knee hurting?” If it actually was, that would be one thing. Clearly the discomfort, though, came from his ass.
After one step, he faltered.
“Oh dear, too much?”
He met my gaze with bright, shiny eyes. Slowly, he nodded. “I didn’t think…that is, I want…but—” He bit his lower lip. Hard.
I flipped the button on the remote and shut the vibrations off.
He sniffed. “I wanted to be a good boy. To take whatever you wanted to give me. To endure—”
“Shush.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Endurance is fine. A bit of suffering is fine. But I want that ass later, and in order to do that, for now, I need you focused on other things.” I swept my hand to indicate he should head into the bedroom.
As he moved past me, I swatted his ass.
He yelped.
I grinned.
He stepped into the bedroom. And faltered.
Yeah, just the reaction I expected. I’d laid everything out before I’d left. If he’d been curious, he could’ve come in here. Clearly, he hadn’t.
I positioned myself so I could see him—could gauge his reaction.
He licked his lips. Then met my gaze.
“Anything here you’re curious about? That you’re unhappy with?”
His vehement headshake assured me I’d nailed it.
“You remember the rules?”
He cocked his head.
“Traffic signals. Don’t hesitate to use them. I’ll check in frequently—even if that means fucking with your subspace. For this first time, at least. I don’t know your limits—”
“I don’t have any. No bondage. Thank you for keeping those things away.”
“Of course.” I wasn’t the least bit offended that he brought it up. He needed to know I’d never go against his wishes. “But the rest?” Whip, crop, flogger, dragon’s tongue, paddle… I might not use all—but he didn’t know that.
“Where do I, uh, stand?”
“Against the window, of course.”
“Where everyone can see me?”
I shook my head. “Tinted glass, set back from the beach, and no one is out there. Well, some surfers down farther…but just about no one else. They’d have to be badly trespassing. That said, if you’re not comfortable, there are things I can do—”
“No.” He appeared resolute. “You’d never do anything to endanger my privacy—”
“Or mine.”
“—or yours.” He nodded. “I need to trust you.”
“Trust comes hard. And rightly so. But I’m not your asshole ex.”
“Right.” He ran his hand through his short hair. “Thank you. I should be more willing to believe you would never—” He swallowed. “You have as much to lose as I do.”
“Which is why I’ll always take care of you.” Because you mean everything to me, and yeah, that thought scares the ever-loving shit out of me. “Any questions about the implements?”
He shook his head.
“Then lean against the glass. Just your hands. Your feet should be about a foot away. If that’s too hard on your shoulder, then we’ll adjust.”
“I’ll be okay.”
“And you’ll tell me if you’re not.”
He held my gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I gestured with my chin.
He made his way over, placed his feet about a foot back from the window, placed his hands on the pane, and leaned forward.
I’d scoped out two things this morning. That we had window cleaning solution under the sink—because I wasn’t leaving that mess for someone else to clean up.
And that a passerby absolutely could not see in.
They’d have to be within about three feet of the cabin, and if they got that close, we had much bigger issues to deal with.
We weren’t paparazzi-worthy, and no one knew where we were.
I would never risk Jack. I also wanted to see if he had any exhibitionist tendencies.
Like how well he might handle Club Kink in Vancouver if he wore a mask.
After admiring the bunched muscles, lean torso, thick thighs, and spectacular ass, I snagged my flogger. This was my suede one. Unless I wielded it with the entire force I was capable of, it wasn’t going to cause pain. This was to warm him up.
The first strike was a light brush to his upper back from left to right.
Then one from right to left.
More strikes—each just a tickle.
He shifted.
“You okay?”
“Uh…yeah.”
“But?” No missing that in his voice. He didn’t answer, though. “Are you wondering why I’m going easy on you?”
“Well, yeah.”
I chuckled. “It’s called warming you up. I’m not going to start whipping you hard in the first five minutes. There might be a time and place for that—although never with me. I want your body warm and pliant before I escalate. Going too fast might ruin this for you.”
“Oh.”
Resisting the urge to ask if something had happened with his ex, I continued the rhythmic strikes. I reached out farther to land on his shoulders, letting the falls feather down his back. Slowly, with each hit, I increased the pressure.
His back and shoulders were pinking nicely.
Finally, I dropped the flogger to the bed and then I moved to Jack. I grasped his hips and leaned against him. The cool skin of my bare chest contrasted with the heat of his back.
He sighed. “Feels—”
“Yes?”
“Nice. Like a caress.”
“As I intended. Are you feeling warm and comfortable? Do I need to turn up the temperature?” The window would be cold against his hands, of course, but the baseboard heater on the wall next to him pumped nice warm air into the room.
He shook his head. “No. This is…nice….”
“Do you think I should keep being nice on you?” Not grammatically correct, but he’d get the idea.
“I can take whatever you’re willing to dish out. I’m at your mercy.”
“Color?”
“Green. Absolutely green.”
I grinned.
“Are you hard?”
“Uh…yeah…”
“Good.” I brushed my erection—covered just by my towel—against his plugged ass.
A shiver ran through him. That he was aroused was great. But not a necessity. His erection might wane and return as we progressed in the scene. Some participants in scenes never got aroused. For others, the pain and pleasure always went together. Their bodies associated them.
Will be interesting to see where he falls today.
Because what happened today would only give me an idea.
Tomorrow might be completely different. Tomorrow.
I sighed to myself. Then I pulled back so I could run my blunt fingernails up and down his back.
This was one of the few times when I wished I had long fingernails that I could run up and down the pink skin.
Still, he shivered.
And not from the cold.
I gently eased away.
He shifted.
I pressed my hand to his left shoulder.
He flexed his muscles. “It’s fine.” A whisper. Not a broken one, though.
When I returned to the bed, I checked my cell phone, which I’d dropped.
The timer read nineteen minutes.
Time to move forward.
I snagged the paddle. Cherrywood with diamond-shaped holes cut into the wood. The thing left a lovely imprint and hurt like a motherfucker when wielded with just the right amount of force. I positioned myself next to him and tapped his ass lightly. Then I snuck a peek at his very erect cock.
His breathing remained steady.
I initiated a series of taps. Light at first. Rapid fire. Slowly growing in intensity.
On number twenty-five, I walloped him.
He yelped.