Chapter Seventeen #2
Nolan was one stunning man, and James was incredibly lucky.
“We’re going to start with the flogger,” he said, giving the strands a nice swish back and forth.
He ran them through his hands before stepping behind Nolan and finding his stance.
Finding his center in this place wasn’t difficult.
Something about being clothed while Nolan was stripped down, of the weight of the rawhide flogger in his hands brought him back to it.
He couldn’t wait to hear the crack in the air and feel the rush that settled through him with each swing.
This was a place where he found his power again, where he found his center.
And god, he couldn’t wait to leave some beautiful stripes across that ass.
“Ready for me?” James asked.
“For ages now,” Nolan teased as he thrust his ass out.
James stepped up behind him and ran his hands along the long lines of Nolan’s torso, down around to those muscular glutes. He brushed his clothed erection between those cheeks, and Nolan let out a little gasp.
“Sensitive, baby?” he asked. “These cheeks will be scorching when I’m done.”
Nolan shuddered, and James gave his ass one more squeeze before stepping back. He settled into stance, his shoulders down, his weight evenly distributed. He drew back his arm and unleashed.
The flogger’s first strike landed on his cheek with a crack that echoed through the room, and Nolan’s shoulders bounced in surprise.
Adrenaline rushed through him from the swing, and he swung it again, this time landing the blow on the opposite cheek.
Nolan let out a low moan in response. His pain slut made the best noises, and he couldn’t wait to see how responsive he was to the other toys he’d brought down.
“I’m going to lay in hard and fast, get those cheeks warmed up for me,” James said. “Think you can handle that?”
“Bring it on,” Nolan said, glancing over with a challenge in his gaze.
Accepted. James drew back and swung the flogger, bringing his whole body into the strike.
Nolan’s back arched, and he cried out, but he wasn’t calling yellow or red.
James alternated to the other cheek, and Nolan cried out again.
When his head tilted, bliss spread across his features, despite how his body reacted.
Pink bloomed on his ass quickly, the stripes much thicker with this flogger.
James’s pulse quickened as he launched into a volley of swings, one after another across his ass, his upper thighs.
The flogger swung down, and the residual crack sent a shiver along his spine.
His cock had thickened, pre-cum leaking and staining his boxer briefs.
Sweat burst on his temple from the exertion, and he loved the sensation—how alive he felt from it, how it cleansed away any stress from the day.
“Color?” James asked.
“So green,” Nolan slurred, his head hanging down now. Those emerald strands obscured his face, and James was dying to yank his head back by his hair. However, he hadn’t finished punishing this pretty ass enough.
“Good, because I want bruises all over your gorgeous skin tomorrow,” James said.
He lifted the flogger again and swung down.
A particularly loud crack echoed through the room, and Nolan shouted, arching his back again.
Fuck, he was so responsive. James’s undershirt glued to his chest, sweat pooling as he launched into another swing.
The crack echoed through the quiet, and Nolan sobbed, the sound so pretty it sent a rippling thrill through James.
His cock throbbed, hard enough that it strained the fabric of his slacks.
The desire to part Nolan’s reddened cheeks and bury himself inside that furled hole rose up in a fierce, consuming way.
He wanted to feel the tight squeeze around his cock, that inexorable heat.
However, he wasn’t done with his gorgeous sub yet.
James launched several alternating strikes, then reared back and delivered a vicious blow to the right cheek. Nolan howled, and euphoria swept through James. Then he drilled a final one into the opposite cheek, just as hard. Nolan’s hands scrabbled at the wall as he let out another sob.
James dropped the flogger and closed the space between them. He pressed his palm to Nolan’s glowing hot cheek and squeezed.
“Oh, fuck,” Nolan gasped out. “You sadist.”
“Mm, that’s how you want me, baby,” James teased as he traced his fingertips over the blazing skin. He loved the feel of freshly whipped skin, how tender and sensitive it was. And there was nothing he adored more than fucking against it. “Think you’re ready for more pain?”
“God yes,” Nolan said, a smile curling his lips. His dark eyes were hazy, a dreamy look on his face that suggested he floated into subspace from the flogging.
“Have you played with a humbler before?” James asked. “What about nipple presses?”
“Nipple clamps but not presses. My nipples can take a beating,” he said as he licked his lips. “Humbler, no, but I’ve always wanted to try.”
James squeezed his ass and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “Perfect. I’ve got a world of pain to introduce you to.”