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“Good boy. Your instructions are to go into the bedroom and choose three things you want from my mirrored wardrobe. Then, after placing them on the bed, you strip and come join me in the bathroom.”
“Yes, Sir.” He gets to his feet more gracefully than his size should allow him.
As I strip off my clothes, I wonder what he’ll choose. It’s the first time we’re playing with props. I know he loves impact play and restraints; I’m guessing there will be rope and a paddle. The third is harder to decide on. Before I can give it any more thought, the door opens, and Drake walks in. His beauty leaves me speechless, but my dick has other thoughts and twitches as it hangs loosely between my parted legs.
“Come here. I haven’t showered after my workout; I want you to wash me. Every bit of me.” I pull him close, his head to my chest. He turns his head to my armpit and breathes in deeply, then licks a stripe through the hair to my skin, humming as he kisses my shoulder.
“It’s a shame to wash this all off,” he murmurs, nuzzling into the crook of my neck.
God, he’s going to wreck me.
I open the wardrobe and study the implements of pain and smile. Paddles, floggers, switches, and crops are just a few of the things I love. I pick one, running my fingers up and down the length, then put it back. I’m not ready for that one again. As I let my eyes roam over the shelves, I spy something I definitely want. It’s heavy, large but tapered. Yep, this is one. The other two items are picked and placed on the bed.
When I walk naked into the bathroom, Finn is also nude. Long, strong legs, tapered waist, and wide chest. The light dusting of hair over his pecs is trimmed neatly, and I already know what that feels like under my fingertips and tongue. I’m more interested in the sway of his long, heavy cock as it twitches under my perusal.
Before I can drop to my knees, Finn draws me close, talking of sweat and showering, and all I can think of is his scent. The clean salty sweat makes my mouth water. God, I love the smell of a man; as I inhale, my mouth waters for a taste.
“Enough,” Finn says, stepping away to turn on the shower. “We’ve got all night.”
I fake a pout that only makes him laugh.
We’re both clean and dry when walk into his bedroom. I still as he lets go of my hand, then I drop to my knees. I wait as he looks over the three props.
His hand moves to my hair, stroking it away from my face, tugging hard enough to make my head tilt back to look athim. “A very good choice, boy.” I love the cadence of his voice when he’s letting his Dom free. “Stand up. Bend over the bed, your legs parted.”
I follow his command and get into position. I watch as he gets the bottle of lube from the side table and pick up the heavy, chrome plug. I’m going to feel the weight of it for sure. As his lubed finger rubs my hole, I relax, letting my hips sway as he slips inside me. He doesn’t spend too long prepping me; he’s learnt I like the burn.
“Push back, boy.” The cold tip of the plug presses into me. It takes seconds for it to be firmly fitted inside me. “That looks stunning.” He pats the base, making the tip press onto my prostate. I groan while Finn chuckles. “We’ve only just started. Stand up.”
When he turns to face me, he has the handcuffs dangling from one finger. “On the bed, lie on your front, arms above your head.” As soon as I’m in position, my arms are cuffed to the bars on his headboard. “Are you comfortable?”
I turn my head to see him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good, now on your knees.”
My head is on the pillows, and I shuffle up on to my knees and spread them wide, my arse in the air. It’s not the most comfortable position, but one I like. I like the exposure of my arse and hole, and knowing Finn is going to make me fly like this, makes any strain in my arms and shoulders worth it.
The last item is a paddle, about eight inches long, with a padded satin surface on one side; the other is leather, and I know it’s going to sting like a bitch.
“You know your safe words; be sure to use them if you need to. I’m not going to go hard, but I’m going to make you fly. Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The first slap lands on my left cheek, the next on my right. After that, there’s no pattern. Finn moves from side to side, letting the leather slap anywhere from my mid-thigh to the top of my cheeks. After a few hard whacks on the same spot, I huff out a long breath and shudder through the sensation. My nerve endings are singing, my skin burning, but I’m getting there. I feel the moment I’m about to fly. My cock aches, precum dripping copiously onto the sheets.
“Fuck, Drake, I have never seen anything so beautiful. You’re doing so well,” he croons at me as his hand strokes over the tender flesh.
“Thank you, Sir,” is all I can manage to say. As he hits me across the skin at the top of my thigh where it meets my arse, I cry out a strangled moan. “I’m close, Sir.”
Finn doesn’t reply, apart from one smack over the base of the plug. Fuck, it’s hard to hold on now. I know one more touch and I’m going to dump my load over the sheets. The paddle drops, and Finn’s pulling at the plug. It’s wide, and I groan as it comes free. It’s immediately replaced by Finn’s big, fat dick. For the next couple of minutes, I’m thrust into so much pleasure, I don’t know how to handle it.
“Come,” Finn orders, and I’m not going to miss that command. My prostate is already hyper-sensitive from the jolting as the paddle hit. My balls draw up painfully tight as my cum explodes from me, rope after rope of cloudy spunk landing on the bed.
Before I collapse, Finn slaps my arse hard and pulls out; his cum flies over my arse and up my back. As he strokes the last drops from his dick, my legs give out, and I slump on the bed, ignoring the sticky mess, I close my eyes and sigh loudly. I’m hardly aware of the handcuffs being removed and being wrapped up on his lap as he massages my shoulders and arms. He’s saying something, but it’s so low, and I’m lost in my feelings, I can’tquite make it out. Then the fog clears a little, and I hear him tell me that he’s going to fall in love with me.
I like that, because I could love him too.
I walk into Knox’s office with a manilla A4 envelope. Inside is all the information I could find on Maddox Levin. It’s the weirdest profile history, there’s nothing, and I mean nothing, about him before he was eighteen. Which was around fifteen years ago. He doesn’t exist before he became an adult. He seems to be manufactured, and to me that means witness protection. So I’m confused as to why Knox is interested, especially as I couldn’t find a connection to Knox, and that bothers me. I don’t like not being able to tie things together.
