Chapter Six #3
“How many strokes shall I give you?” Another thud went across his ass, sending a shot of pleasure directly to his balls. The flogger itself landed more of a thud than a sting, but it made him shiver with anticipation.
Heat spread from his ass, to his back and then around to his chest. He wouldn’t last too long, not with both his cock and ass being stimulated, and with Ry flogging him… Another thud and the toys were turned up again.
“I love flogging your ass. I can’t wait to flog you while you fuck Katie,” Ry said as the tails struck his right ass cheek. Ry had been switching from left ass cheek to right and back to left. “Your ass is starting to sway. Are you getting close?”
Close? Hell, Jed was on the verge of climax, but he fought back.
He wouldn’t come. Not yet. The toys were turned up again; Jet let out another groan.
His cock swelled, and his ass tightened around the toy.
It all felt so damn good, so damn right.
And he wanted more. He needed more. He needed Ry’s mastery.
Several more thuddy hits and Jed arched his back, pushing his ass farther into the air. His balls were tight, and it wouldn’t take much more to push him over the edge. But he wanted to wait until Ry was done with him before he came.
“Ready for more?” Ry asked.
More? What more could there be?
The toys were turned on full. Painful pleasure streaked up and down from his balls to his toes, making him catch his breath. “Shit.”
Ry struck him two more times with the flogger. The last stroke landed right on the vibe in his ass, and Jed screamed as his orgasm ripped through him. He shot his load into the sleeve.
“Yes. Fuck me, Sir. Take your sub. Thrash me, I can take it.” The words tumbled from his lips as his hips pumped, the stroker milking his cock.
The toy’s vibrations slowed until they stopped.
Then the vibe in his ass was turned off.
Jed lay in the stocks, trying to get control of his breathing.
Ry groaned, and sticky warmth shot over Jed’s back and ass.
Heavy breathing filled the room for several minutes.
“You are so vocal when you come, and I love it.” Ry pulled the vibe out, removed the stroker from his cock, and slid the shelf back into place.
Jed lay limp in the stocks, still trying to catch his breath. His ass burned, but his cock was sated for the moment. A warm washcloth swept over his back and ass. A cap popping had him jerking his head up. No, Ry couldn’t think of fucking his ass now.
Jed was too on edge and wouldn’t be able to handle it. He opened his mouth to shout out his safe word when Ry’s palms began caressing his ass cheeks.
“Your ass is red, and there are a few welts from the flogging.”
Jed’s muscles relaxed as Ry lovingly stroked the cream into his skin. When he was finished, the stock was lifted. Jed rolled his shoulders as Ry rubbed his legs and thighs before helping him to his feet.
Jed pulled Ry into a hug, enjoying the heat of Ry’s skin against his. “I needed that. Thank you, my Sir.”
“You are the perfect sub, Jed.” Ry’s arms tightened around him. “I appreciate your submission.” Ry took a step back. “How about we shower and then call it a night.”
“Fine with me.” Jed stretched. “Besides, I’m sweaty, and so are you.” He took several steps then glanced over his shoulder. Ry stood by the stocks with a pensive look on his face.
Jed strode over to Ry. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.” He clasped Ry on the shoulder.
“I lost control.”
“You didn’t.”
“Jed, your ass was bright red. I raised welts. You’re going to be sore.”
Jed tightened his fingers on Ry’s shoulder. They’d had this conversation before. “You’re a Dominant, Ry; we both know that. You get a little forceful, but you never go over the limit.”
“I don’t want to get carried away with Katie. She’s not ready for that level.”
“You won’t. I’m here to help you, remember?” He slipped his arm round Ry’s shoulders. “Let the past go; you’re no longer that out-of-control teenager.” Jed maneuvered Ry to the door.
“I need to clean up down here.”
“I’ll do it. Go get in the shower, and I’ll join you shortly.” For once, Ry didn’t argue with him, which told Jed just how much Ry was in his own head right now. And that wasn’t always a good thing.
Once, just once, Ry had gotten carried away with the flogger with Jed.
He hadn’t injured Jed eight years ago. He’d only caused some discomfort, but nothing that required medical attention.
All these years later, Ry was still paying the price.
Jed had tried before to get Ry to understand he liked it when they played a little on the edge of pain and pleasure.
When dominant Ry really let go. But Ry was afraid of hurting him, of causing him injury.
Now he just had to get Ry to understand he didn’t mind.
An argument for another day. Jed cleaned up the equipment and headed upstairs.
He slipped into the shower behind Ry and pulled the big man to him so Ry’s back pressed against Jed’s chest. And Ry let Jed hold him until the water was cold and even after they climbed into bed.