Page 117 of Blade

Pain and pleasure fired through me as he started spanking me, making soft pleased sounds as he alternated between each cheek. “Yes, this is going to help you make better decisions.”

Maybe?

I’d have to think about that…later…much later.

He chuckled when my hips bucked without my permission. “You’re going to remember to be my good boy every time your cock gets hard.”

How could he sound so nice and like such a Dom at the same time?

“No…no wiggles, naughty boy.” Before I could wonder if I’d wiggled and how I could do it again, he paused my spanking andmoved my hands behind my back. “Let’s help you be my good boy.”

Oh…that sounded dangerous.

It was.

Somehow he produced one of the ties he’d insisted he needed and used it to bind my hands behind my back. They were restrained just wide enough that he could leave me that way for a long time and tight enough that my entire body started to float.

“Yes, that’s much better.” There was a hint of embarrassment firing through me as he ran his hand over my head like I was a puppy, but my brain couldn’t hold on to it.

It couldn’t hold on to anything because it floated away before the wave of pain and pleasure could finish flooding through me.

When reality started getting clearer again, the first thing I noticed was fingers in my ass and his other hand stroking my head. Master was softly humming a song I couldn’t place as he stretched my opening, sounding relaxed like he was enjoying his favorite hobby.

Part of me knew I’d be embarrassed about that later but it was a tiny piece that was easy to ignore.

Thinking took more effort than I could produce at the moment.

“There’s my good boy.” I got a quick peck to the top of my head as he finally eased his fingers out, and he chuckled when I whined and tried to hump his lap. “That’s not going to help.”

Because of the cock ring.

Shoot.

Just thinking about it had my dick trying to get harder and the fuzzies coming back in because being trapped was amazing.

“And you’re still tied and helpless, aren’t you, baby?” I nodded in response to his question, but it was completely out of reflex. “That’s my good boy.”

I was definitely his because he picked me up and shifted me to the bed, head down and ass up. It was like I weighed nothing.

He could hold me down and I’d never get away.

He could pin me down and use me however he wanted.

He could bring me to the edge over and over no matter how much I begged to come.

Another wonderful sting vibrated through me and somehow made my head foggier and clearer at the same time. “Such a pretty boy.”

Me.

“My needy boy.” Master’s hands gripped my hips so hard I hoped I’d have bruises later, but as I started to beg, the head of his cock pressed into me in one smooth motion.

Talking might’ve been the goal but all I got out was a long moan as Master sighed. “Beautiful.”

Just the tone of his voice, loving and low, had love and pleasure rolling through me, but as soon as he started moving, it was like going from a firecracker to a flamethrower.

His hands held me tight as he pounded into me, but I could feel his love and all the softer things that came wrapped in it with every rough thrust. The difference between the emotions and the way he was using me made my head swim and pushed my desire even higher.

The nearly painful stretch…