Page 81 of Edging Coach
I snagged the paddle. Cherrywood with diamond-shaped holes cut into the wood. The thing left a lovely imprint and hurt like a motherfucker when wielded with just therightamount of force. I positioned myself next to him and tapped his ass lightly. Then I snuck a peek at his very erect cock.
His breathing remained steady.
I initiated a series of taps. Light at first. Rapid fire. Slowly growing in intensity.
On number twenty-five, I walloped him.
He yelped.
I admired the pattern of diamonds on his very red ass. “More?”
“Um…sure?” His breathing was more labored.
Sweat broke out on my brow. Anyone who thought the Tops didn’t sweat either didn’t understand or wasn’t doing it the way I was. “Okay.” I gave him another ten light taps, then walloped him repeatedly.
“Jesus.” Sort of a yelp.
I laughed. Out loud. With vigor and enthusiasm.
He cut me a look.
I shrugged.
He grinned. “I can take it.”
I had no doubt. When we played in the future, I might allow him to sink into subspace. I’d been there once, in my early days, when I was learning what being a bottom felt like. I was also friends with topspace. A place I very much enjoyed, but I had to be careful with that. Not to lose control.
Again, I gave him another series of taps and a hard hit. “You won’t be able to sit tomorrow without pain.”
“I look forward to that, Sir.”
I laughed out loud.God, I love him. Shit. His sense of humor. I love his sense of humor.
On that thought, I tossed the paddle onto the bed. I knelt behind him to examine my handiwork. Yep, those would be very nasty bruises. As I’d hoped. I’d respect the no-marks rule—nothing where people might see them. No one was seeing Jack’s ass except me.
No one.
Because we were exclusive.
Thank Christ.
I pressed a kiss to one bruise.
He moaned as he shifted.
I repeated my actions. On every bruise and every diamond mark. Then I pulled his cheeks apart and ran my tongue along his crack above the plug.
He shuddered.
Remove the plug? Eat his ass now or later?
Bad shoulder.
Later…when he’s pliant and blissed out on the bed.
I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the nastiest bruise. I bit. Hard.
“Jesus.”
