Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
We’d napped and showered in our hotel room, sadly separately, but I had big plans for my man.
Kneeling next to my suitcase I saw Mike’s eyes widen with recognition.
I pulled the brown whip out of my suitcase and watched as he blushed and tried looking anywhere but at the long brown thing in my hands.
I grinned as I stalked toward him. He was sitting on the hotel bed in his boxers and he had no idea how much fun we were about to have.
“Why is that thing here?” he asked, his tone raspy.
“Well, considering you didn’t want it at Christmas, I figured I would bring it.
Make you use your present as it’s intended to be used.
” My cheeks hurt from how wide I was smiling, but Mike was just too damn cute when he got all flustered.
Jackson had given him the whip as his Christmas present before Mike left for Africa.
Mike had rejected the gift, all but throwing it back at Jackson.
I’d asked if I could have it, and I was so glad I did.
Jackson knew quality whips. Even though it had been a gag gift, he’d still bought one of good quality.
“I can’t believe Jackson knows you have it.”
I shrugged. “They own a BDSM club. Hell, they live in a BDSM club. I don’t think they’ll think less of you if you enjoy spanking.”
“Do you?” he asked, a little annoyance in his tone now.
I smirked. “Never tried it. Always wanted to, though. I figured why not try it together.”
“What makes you think that I’ve never tried it?” he countered, acting all casual about spanking now.
That made me pause. “Have you?”
He let out a sigh. “No.”
“Thank fuck,” I breathed. “I already hate Vera enough as it is, no need to make her interesting all of a sudden.”
That made him laugh. “You do know I’ve been with other women than her, right?”
“Shhh,” I said, shushing his mouth. “In my mind you’ve only ever been with me. Let’s not ruin the illusion, shall we?”
He rolled his eyes, but his smile was wide. “Only ever you,” he agreed easily.
“Perfect,” I matched his grin. “Then let’s see how pretty your cheeks look all red.”
He was still blushing, but turned on the bed, shaking his covered ass as he got into position on all fours.
I kneeled behind him, slowly removing his boxers as I ran my fingers over his smooth skin, loving how he shivered from my touch. To me this teasing and lead up was just as good as the main course, mostly because I got to play with and enjoy him, knowing how wonderful we were both about to feel.
With his boxers now completely off, I admired his pale cheeks, caressing each as I fantasized about what to do to him after I was done testing out the whip.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, smirking when that got his dick happy. He was already hardening under my touch, but my words clearly made him very excited.
“You want that?” he breathed, looking over his shoulder with hooded eyes.
I nodded. “I want you to fuck me while your ass is a reddened mess. Then I want you to use the whip on me, want your cum to leak out of me while you spank me.”
“Holy—” he groaned. “Yes, to all of it.”
“Perfect,” I grinned. “Then we better start with our new toy.”
I’d practiced on pillows at home and had watched a few videos; all lots of fun, of course. But I knew I had to start out small and test his limits before I used any real force.
Mike’s dick was hard between his legs as I stood behind him. I tested the weight of the whip in my hand and did a quick caress over his right cheek. “You ready?”
He nodded. “Please just… go slow at first?”
“Always,” I whispered, then stepped back a bit and did two quick slaps, one for each cheek.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, his surprise evident.
“More?” I asked, staring intently as both cheeks got a bit of color. Nowhere red enough, though.
“Y-yeah,” he whispered, rearranging his hands on the bed.
I did two more, adding a tad more force behind them. He moaned this time, his cheeks slowly turning the red I’d hoped for.
“Just yell stop if you need it,” I said, remembering he needed to know I would stop immediately if it got too painful.
“Okay,” he agreed, then widened his legs further.
I did four quick ones, loving the sound the whip made as it hit his skin. I felt like a musician, creating something beautiful just for us to hear.
“Fuck, Dyl,” he panted, gripping the sheets even tighter. “I think we need to stop for today.”
“Oh,” I said, my disappointment obvious.
“No!” he quickly blurted. “I still need you to fuck me!”
“What?” I laughed, surprised by his frantic words.
“I still need you to fuck me, just no more spanking or I’ll come,” he explained, blushing at the end.
Biting my lip, I placed the whip on the bed and then claimed his lips. “Then let’s get you ready for me.”
What felt like an eternity later—all filled with peppering kisses, teasing touches, and lube—Mike was whimpering underneath me. He’d started on all fours but was now lying on his stomach, my body hot against his right side as I fingered his hole. He was beautiful when he got this worked up.
“Please, Dyl,” he whined.
“Oh, sweetheart, like I could deny you anything.” It wasn’t as if I wasn’t impatient myself.
Mike’s body was my haven. The way his entrance squeezed around me, hot and tight.
There was nothing better than being inside my man.
And hopefully, I’d get to experience what he felt tonight.
He would finally fuck me, after spanking me, of course.
I helped him back up onto all fours, wanting to fuck him where I could see his red ass cheeks.
I wondered if they felt sensitive, if my groin slapping against the bruised skin would remind him of how wonderful it had felt to be whipped.
I longed to try it out myself. But first, I would fuck my bonded like my life depended on it.
Holding on to his right hip, I carefully eased my length inside of him, groaning loudly as his slicked hole sucked me in further. “Sweetheart,” I whispered, caressing his butt while I pushed in further. He was just so damn precious to me.
“I love you, too, now please fuck me like you mean it!”
I suppressed a laugh. Oh, well, better get to it, then.
I pushed all the way in, holding on to his hips as I thrusted in and out, the slapping of skin against skin such a filthy yet satisfying sound.
I was also way too worked up and felt my release sneaking up on me.
Seeing his reddened ass was just too much for my fragile libido to take.
Watching his cheeks bounce as I fucked into him, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Mike!” I shouted, filling my lover up as I came harder than ever before. We fell forward, both too exhausted not to. “You didn’t come,” I noted, feeling a tad guilty of not being able to stall my own climax.
Mike just huffed out a surprised laugh. “I want to come inside of you. Trust me, I’m glad you came. A few seconds longer and I wouldn’t have been able to hold back.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “My mind is so fucking on board with you fucking me, but my body is goo.”
“Goo, huh?” he laughed. “Guess I better get to work on hardening you again.” The minx winked at me, then turned around on the bed and began licking and kissing my skin, leaving small marks wherever he touched.
It was heavenly, and not at all too much for my drained body.
It seemed to go on forever until his warm lips found mine.
“Hmm,” I hummed, so damn sated and happy to have such a wonderful partner as Mike.
“You seem ready,” he grinned, his warm breath tickling against my lips.
“You haven’t even prepped me yet,” I quickly blurted, my excited nerves almost turning to fear of him forgetting.
He chuckled, “I meant your dick is ready, baby.”
“Oh.” I looked down at myself and, sure enough, I was ready to go again. I’d simply been too blissed out to even notice.
“I’ll grab the lube. I want you ready before I spank you. That way I can fuck you as soon as we’re done with the whip. Trust me, you’ll thank me for it.”
I smirked. “I’ll thank you for the visual alone.” I let out a deep groan and closed my eyes. “Just envisioning you using that whip on me is enough to thank you forever.”
“Oh, but wait, didn’t you want me to fuck you first and then spank you?”
I moaned. “Baby, you can do whatever the fuck you wish with me. Trust me, I want anything and everything you’re willing to give me.”
He seemed to think it over, his gaze roaming over my naked body. He nodded. “I want to fuck you while spanking you.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. He was going to kill me.
As I lay there, eyes closed and trying not to get too excited, I felt the brush of his finger around my rim. It was a teasing touch, but oh so addictive. He’d fingered me once before during a blowjob, but today would be the first time he ever fucked me.
I couldn’t wait.
“I’ll start with one finger,” he whispered, and I could only nod and swallow hard. He pushed his finger inside, moving it around searchingly.
Once he found my prostate, I jerked on the bed, moaning loudly. “Fuck, that felt good.”
He chuckled warmly. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” He pulled out and then I felt stuffed impossibly wider by two fingers. I panted with want as the sexiest man alive leaned over me as he fingered my ass. Could this truly be heaven? It sure felt like it.
We held eye contact as he fucked me with his fingers, his breathing getting heavier and more frantic like he was just as affected as I was. He was fucking magnificent.
“Please tell me you’re ready,” he begged, his eyes so dark they were all pupil.
“God, yes.”
He pulled out and I scrambled onto all fours, presenting my ass to him, needing all of him. I whimpered as I watched him grab the whip over my shoulder. He looked so fucking sexy my man, all naked and hard, whip in hand as he got ready to claim me fully.
“Let’s try this first,” he said and that was my only warning before I felt and heard the slap of the whip against my ass.