Chapter 10 Ilya #2
I’m acutely jealous, suddenly. Not because I want to fuck Kyran or Silvano, but because of how familiar they are with each other. Of how they can give each other those kinds of looks at all.
“Regardless,” Silvano says. He sits up straighter. “You don’t need to do anything extreme on the bench.”
Knives begins spanking, but after only a few loud slaps that echo in the hall, he stops to ask, “How many do you all think my toy needs?”
Several people shout suggestions. Silvano winks at me before he calls out, “Twenty-three.”
Knives’s expression darkens in annoyance. “Is that how many you usually take?”
Silvano laughs. “Me? Oh, no. I’m very sensitive. I’d be hard pressed to handle five.” He shifts, moving his hand underneath the table, and Kyran grunts. “What do you think, Kyran? How many should Maddox take?”
"Twenty-three is good," Kyran replies, and while he tries to stifle another sound, I still hear it.
I could do that to Micah. If he sat on my lap, I could play with his cock and make him squirm and struggle to keep his voice down.
I want to see his face flush red, and to completely give himself over to me.
Knives makes his decision, and after spanking several more times, he picks up a paddle and brings it down on Maddox’s ass.
It’s loud.
It sounds so loud, and so violent, but Maddox only moans in appreciation.
“I’ve been teasing them, but Knives actually has good control,” Silvano says. He points to the paddle. “Watch the angle. He’s going to make sure not to hit the same areas too often in a row. He’s spreading things out so that Maddox can handle the pain better.”
Kyran’s cheeks are red, but I still can’t see what Silvano is doing to him.
Maybe it’s better that I don’t know.
“He’s a pussy,” Kyran mutters.
Silvano rolls his eyes and pulls his hand back onto the table. “There’s different levels of BDSM, Ilya. Maddox and Knives play fairly extreme. But plenty of people prefer the domination and submission without any pain at all.”
“Micah is soft,” I say quietly. “He… The other day, he knelt for me. He wanted to sit at my feet. I liked that. I liked giving him that. But I don’t know that I can use a whip or a paddle on him.
” I pause, remembering the tools from Adam’s house.
“But he said he liked the flogger.” I wish I had my phone to show him.
“It was soft and had multiple flat tails.”
“Oh, the club has a bunch of those. Do you want to test one out?” Silvano looks around the room. “I spot an empty private play room. And… Luke!” He waves at somebody.
A pretty, blond man in a tight shirt startles. After a few confused glances around, he points to himself. “Me?”
Silvano nods. “Yep. Come over here, boy.”
Kyran’s eyes narrow as he looks at Luke. “Him?” he asks in a low voice. “Why him?”
“Because he’s there and not with anybody else?” Silvano responds.
The man approaches us and stops in front of our table. “Hi, Silvano,” he says, somewhat cautious. “What’s up?”
Silvano points at me. “My friend Ilya needs a few pointers. Do you want to be my canvas while I demonstrate how to use a flogger?”
Luke’s eyes immediately light up. “Oh! Yes, Sir! I’d love to.”
Kyran glares at Silvano.
“Wonderful. Go pick out a flogger and get ready in Room B,” Silvano says.
Luke rushes off, like he’s afraid Silvano will change his mind if he lingers too long.
I get up to follow, but I realize Silvano and Kyran are hanging behind. I think about waiting for them, but judging from their expressions, I don’t actually want to get in the middle of whatever that is.
When I enter Room B, Luke is already shirtless, holding a flogger. He’s less eager to see me.
“Hi, um, Ilya?” Luke asks. “You’re new to the scene?”
I nod. “Yes. Silvano said he would help me learn.”
“You’re in good hands then. Silvano’s been coming here for years.
Not as much recently. And he doesn’t play with anyone.
He just shows up to chat.” Luke laughs nervously.
“He’s one of the good ones. Really in control, knows what he’s doing.
There are some guys who call themselves Doms, but they just want to beat up their partners. ”
Like Adam.
My fists clench, but I remind myself that Luke doesn’t know about Micah’s situation. He’s talking in generalities.
Silvano and Kyran finally appear. “Oh, good.” Silvano walks up to Luke and extends his hand. Luke places the flogger into it.
“Sir—”
“Just call me Silvano,” Silvano interrupts.
“We’re going to remain strictly educational here.
” He gestures to an x-shaped set of beams toward the side of the room.
“This is a Saint Andrew’s Cross,” he explains.
“It’s useful, but you can just as easily lean your sub over the side of a bed or couch.
” He waits for Luke to cross the room to the cross, and Luke leans against it.
Silvano follows him, and he trails the tails of the flogger lightly along Luke’s back—not hitting him, but caressing him, letting him know that he’s there.
Kyran tenses visibly.
Is he getting jealous? Would Micah be jealous if he knew what I was doing now?
“You can tease him with it before you begin, let the anticipation build until you’re ready.
” Silvano takes a few steps away. “When you’re starting out, aim for his ass.
It’s the most forgiving part of the body, and you’re less likely to accidentally cause damage.
You can move to the upper back, between the shoulders, as you get more comfortable.
Different floggers give you different effects.
Medium-length will do fine and give you more control, and the leather will be softer.
Thinner strands will sting; thicker strands will thud, so you can test out both and see which you like better. ”
He demonstrates with a deft flick of his wrist, and Luke lets out a low moan as the tails lash against his ass.
That barely looked like a tap. I expected the flogging to be hard and fast, but even if he weren’t wearing jeans, I don’t think Luke’s ass would be marked.
“The most important thing for your Micah to know is to relax into it. Give him time to react, then settle again. You don’t want him to be too tense, or he won’t enjoy it.
Standard protocol is to have a safe word, but I recommend using the stoplight system: green for good, yellow for slow down, and red to stop.
Or just stop when he says stop. Unless you’re anticipating doing rape roleplay, you should listen to his words.
” Silvano gives me a strange smile. “You can always call a stop to a scene, too. It isn’t only the submissive who might get overstimulated or need a break. ”
He strikes Luke again. I pay attention to how he holds the flogger and the movement of his arm and wrist.
I mimic him, and Silvano nods approvingly.
“These are warm-up strokes, but you can go harder based on his responses. Check in frequently while you’re getting used to one another, and make sure you have water and snacks on hand for when you’re finished. Aftercare is very important.” Silvano lowers the flogger. “You still okay?”
“Yes,” Luke answers, at the same time that Kyran growls a low, “He’s fine.”
That draws a small laugh out of Silvano. He passes the flogger to me. “Okay. Try on the air a few times, then on Luke’s ass.”
Luke shifts uncomfortably and looks over his shoulder. “Um, I think I’d rather you keep doing it, Silvano.”
I frown. “You don’t trust me to do it right?”
Luke lowers his arms. “I do! I mean, maybe? But you’re new. And Silvano is good at it…”
Kyran is staring intently at the two of them. If I doubted whether he was jealous before, I know now that I was reading him correctly.
He’s definitely jealous.
“This is a lesson for Ilya,” Kyran barks. “Not something for you to get off on.”
“But why would he do it if he doesn’t get off on it?” I ask as I test the flogger a few times.
It’s surprisingly light in my hand, not at all how I imagined a torture device to feel. But, judging from Luke’s expression, this isn’t exactly torture.
If I can get Micah to react the way Luke did from a few simple strokes… I feel a jolt of arousal, and I think I understand why people might enjoy doing this.
“Okay, Luke. Let Ilya flog you a few times, then I’ll buy you a drink as thanks for lending your back and ass for our demo,” Silvano says.
Kyran’s broad shoulders relax. “Yes,” he says, “we’re very grateful.” His tone of voice makes it clear that he, at least, isn’t grateful at all.
Luke appears reluctant to get back into position, but he does. I take another few experimental swings, then I bring it down on his ass lightly. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Okay, you can go a little harder than that,” Luke says. “I might not be hardcore like some of the people out there tonight, but I like a bit more impact than that.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Kyran mutters.
I scowl, not liking Luke’s attitude, but I take him at his word. I swing the flogger harder, surprised at how easily it swings through the air. The tails land on Luke’s ass, and he moans. I go again, and again, each blow being met with groans and appreciative moans.
I pretend it’s Micah instead of Luke, that it’s Micah moaning and begging for more.
My cock hardens as I bring the flogger down again.
“D-daddy,” Luke moans, and my fantasies shatter.
I lower the flogger, surprised at how tired I feel and how heavy my breath is. “That’s enough,” I say. I run my fingers over the handle of the flogger. “I think I understand.”
Silvano gets closer and takes the flogger from me. “Hopefully. Just remember to pay attention to what you’re doing.”
Luke lets out a small sniffle. “I wasn’t done yet. Please, may I have some more?”
Kyran stalks closer. “I think that’s enough,” he says. He no longer sounds jealous, but the irritation is evident in his voice.
“You can always practice on pillows,” Silvano suggests. He walks over to Luke and extends a hand to him. “All right, Luke. Let’s get you some snacks and a drink. Are you here with any friends tonight?”
Luke pouts and tries to sway closer to Silvano, but Silvano deftly evades the movement. Luke’s disappointment is palpable.
I don’t want to give him comfort either.
That’s cold of me.
I should want to help him, after he offered himself up to me like this.
But now all I want to do is go home and hold Micah.
I want to promise that I’ll be everything he needs.
I want to hear his moans of pleasure as he takes the flogger for me.
“Thank you,” I tell Silvano, already distracted by my thoughts.
I need to get home to Micah.
I want to show him that I paid attention to what he said, what he wanted.
I want to show him that I care about his pleasure.
I want to show him that I’m not like his pig boyfriend.