Chapter 6 #2
Leland raises his arms over his head and I lock the soft restraints hanging from the ceiling around them.
Leland’s breathing speeds up, but he doesn’t look afraid.
I run my hands from his wrists and down his arms, watching him chase my touch.
He doesn’t even realize he does it, and that means more than anything.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Fine, Sir.”
“Do you know why Zac didn’t stay?” I walk over to the table behind us, making sure everything is here that I asked for while he thinks about his answer.
“Not really.”
“Zac is your safe zone. That’s not to say that I’m not.
It just means it’s in different ways. Zac is there for the softer part of this relationship.
I’m here to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together.
” I wait for the immediate denial that this is a relationship.
When it doesn’t come, I grab the paddle from the table.
“Spread your legs apart more. Get your balance.” He gets into position, and I rub the soft leather against his asscheek.
“This is a paddle. I may use different instruments during this session, so use your safewords if it’s too much. ”
“Yes, Sir.”
I rub his ass a few more times before pulling my hand back and letting the paddle smack on his right asscheek.
Leland jerks in the binds but doesn’t say anything, so I let my instincts take over, turning his ass a nice cherry red.
Leland moans and whimpers through the whole thing, his cock bobbing between his legs.
“Look at you, you little whore,” I growl, hitting him right where his ass meets his leg, “hard, and moaning while being spanked.” I hit the same spot in rapid succession and Leland’s breathing changes.
He’s no longer just turned on. I just tapped into that place he hides in his head, the place I need to get to so he can come to terms with whatever he’s going through. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir.” I move to the other side and repeat the motion, hitting the same spot five times. “Oh my fuck! I’m sorry!”
“I didn’t ask for your apologies. Did I, slut?”
“No, Sir!”
“You’re nothing but a little fuck hole. Something that I can stick my cock into and come.”
“I know, Sir.” Tears clog Leland’s voice, and I know we’re close to that release that he needs.
I walk to the table, grab the butt plug I picked out and the lube. When I get back to him, I loosen the slack on the restraints. “Bend over and arch your back. Have you been playing with this slutty hole?”
“No, Sir.”
“Open your mouth.” Leland’s mouth drops open, and I sit the paddle between his teeth.
“Don’t let that drop.” When it’s secured, I put the plug in my pocket and pop the cap open on the lube.
When I have enough on my fingers, I rub it roughly around his hole.
Leland braces himself, and I shove two inside him.
He screams around the paddle and I start fucking him with my fingers, hard.
It doesn’t take long until he’s shoving against me, taking me all the way to the knuckle.
“Stop,” I bark, making him jump. “Not only are you a whore, you don’t listen. ”
After I work him open I jerk my fingers out, noticing that Leland tries to tighten up to hold me in.
Smiling to myself, I put lube on the end of the plug, toss the bottle on the table and start working it inside him.
This one is bigger than the one he had in that first night, something that he’ll feel every time that he walks.
Leland takes several steadying breaths and it starts to slide inside him.
Leland breaths are ragged by the time the plug is settled, and I’m so fucking hard that it hurts.
I rub my hand down the tail attached to the plug and give it a pull until it meets resistance.
I grab the paddle from between Leland’s teeth and light a fire across his ass and thighs with it.
He’s moaning and screaming, like he’s not sure whether it’s pleasurable or not.
“Oh, fuck,” Leland chokes out.
Running the paddle down his spine, I pull on the tail of the plug. “What was that, whore? Do you need more?”
“No! Yes! I don’t fucking know.”
We still aren’t at the spot that I need him at, so I drop the paddle and grind against his sore ass. “Do you know anything?”
“No!”
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m fucking scared of my thoughts, okay!”
I spank him once. “Tell me what that means.” Leland shakes his head and I spank him harder. “Tell me what that means.”
“I…can’t.” I step back from him and using my hand, slap his ass four times. I raise my hand for the fifth one when Leland bursts into tears. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself.”
I have him out of the restraints, and into my arms in seconds. Leading him to the chair in the corner, I pull him into my lap. He curls into my chest and I let him sob while rubbing his back.
“Shhhh,” I soothe. “I’ve got you.”
I knew Leland was struggling, but I didn’t realize it was so bad that he contemplated hurting himself.
More clues fall into place, and I tighten my arms around him.
Leland is clutching my shirt while the sobs shake his smaller frame.
Through it all, I rub his back and tell him how special he is.
When he’s all cried out, his body relaxes against me and he rubs his cheek against my shirt.
“There he is,” I say quietly. “How do you feel?”
“Like I ran a marathon after someone spanked me.” I chuckle quietly and kiss the top of his head. Leland sits up but scoots his body closer so he can look me in the eye. The haunted look is still there, but not as prominent. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re very welcome. Do you want to end the night here, or do you want to see what else I planned?”
Leland wiggles his hips and moans when the plug nudges his prostate. “I want to see what else you have planned.”
“You’re perfect.”
“Is it normal that I’m already hard after something like that?”
“Absolutely. Since you were so good for me, I’ll take care of it before we continue the night. I’m sure Zac is pacing a hole in the floor waiting for us.” I pat Leland’s hip. “Stand up on the chair with your feet on either side of my thighs and fuck my mouth. I want to taste that pretty cock.”
“Oh,” Leland breathes before slowly getting into position. I lick around the head, and his hands land on the chair behind my head.
I slide my hands up the back of his thighs and he hisses when my fingers rub across his tender skin. “I want you to do one more thing for me.”
“Anything.”
“Call me Daddy when I make you come.”
Without waiting, I open my mouth and jerk him forward, swallowing him whole.
Leland’s breath stutters and when I urge him on a few times, he starts fucking my mouth.
He grabs onto my head and hunches over before letting go.
His body is already tight as a bow string and when I pull on the plug, he goes even faster.
Fuck. I love him like this. Not a thought in the world except for how good my mouth feels and his pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Leland chants. “I’m going to come.” I hum around him and that’s all it takes. He buries himself as far as he can go and his cum starts sliding down my throat. “Yes, Daddy,” he moans.
Goddamn. There it is. I latch onto his hips and start swallowing around him. I keep going until he whimpers from the sensitivity. When he slides from my mouth and I look into his eyes, they’re completely clear for the first time since I met him.
Now it’s time to find Zac and show everyone who Leland belongs to.