“Is this your new sub, sir? She’s gorgeous… almost as gorgeous as you.”
Those stunning eyes held his in bold challenge rather than being respectfully lowered, as was required of a sub. Damn the little shit for knowing exactly how he affected Blaze, made him nearly insane with desire. Always did when Blaze chose to top him. Shawn was a handful, but that’s precisely why he’d chosen this particular sub for tonight’s demonstration. Emma wouldn’t get nearly as much from observing a wimpy, compliant sub. Indeed, Shawn reminded Blaze a lot of Emma in his attitude and independence, which made him perfect.
His gaze dropped to Shawn’s sensual lips… and his eyes narrowed, anger surging through him. “Who hit you?”
The boy glanced away. “I said something another master didn’t like.”
He sensed Shawn was telling the truth but that there was much more to the story behind the split and healing lower lip. A fading bruise was visible on his cheek as well, and Blaze wanted to find the bastard responsible and beat him unconscious. Shawn needed a permanent master, a protector. Blaze made a mental note to take care of it as well as the fucker who’d hurt him.
Seized by the need to replace the boy’s bad hurts with pleasurable ones, Blaze wrapped one arm around Shawn’s waist and pulled him close, ground his erection against the boy’s hard length. Ran a palm down the sub’s face to his throat and squeezed with enough pressure to make his eyes widen with a shiver of anticipation. Perhaps a dash of fear.
“Are you in the mood to play? To show my new sub how it’s done?”
“Yes, please, sir,” he answered breathlessly.
And then Shawn did something important — something Blaze wanted Emma to see from the passionate young man. He lowered his eyes and tilted his head down in an unconscious gesture of total submission.
That one simple acquiescence, done without pretense, shot straight to his cock, set his blood afire. “Both of you come with me.”
He downed the rest of his Jack and cola and headed for one of the club’s private playrooms he’d reserved for tonight. Where he’d bury himself balls deep in this pretty sub, and Emma would watch and be helplessly aroused. He groaned at the picture that the expectation prompted in his imagination and hurried his pace, confident that the pair was right on his heels. He wasn’t mistaken.
Sliding his card key in the lock, he pushed opened the door and slammed it behind them. “Strip to the skin,” he ordered, gesturing to them both, glad his voice didn’t crack.
The younger man did as he was told and in short order stood naked and awaiting his orders. His body was lean, his skin golden in tone, gleaming and gorgeous. His erection jutted proudly, flushed and weeping. Needy.
Turning to Emma, Blaze noted her vulnerable gaze, her expression filled with amazement and desire. “You’re going to sit in that chair in the corner and observe,” he directed. “You’re going to watch your master at work because it’s important that you see a scene done properly. As punishment for your earlier lapse with Master Ryan, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, no matter how badly you wish to. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” She did as she was told.
“Go stand between the posts,” he said to Shawn. He appreciated that he didn’t have to explain or soothe frayed nerves, that this sub knew precisely what to expect. That the younger man had just enough experience under his belt to enjoy what was about to happen, yet held a healthy respect for his master’s hand. The fear of the unknown that titillated, stoked the fires.
Without hesitation, Shawn went to stand between the posts in the center of the room, spread his legs wide, and raised his arms. Blaze fastened his wrists and ankles in the soft, padded cuffs and ran his fingers down the sub’s spine, loving how the boy shuddered under his touch.
“Lovely. But you’ll look even more stunning by the time I’m done with you.”
Striding to the supply table, he searched the items laid out on top and found the one he sought. He took the strip of leather and returned to his captive. Bending, he wrapped the leather around Shawn’s shaft and behind his balls, tightly enough to restrict him from coming but not enough to harm him. A soft gasp came from Emma’s corner, but he didn’t acknowledge it.
“You look so pretty with your cock and balls presented to me this way,” he murmured. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master,” Shawn answered hoarsely.
Next, he shed his own clothes, placing them in a chair, then fetched a bottle of oil and a medium-sized butt plug. Not as large as himself, but one that would prepare the boy sufficiently. After coating his fingers, he laid the oil aside and went to stand behind the quivering sub. Parting Shawn’s ass cheeks, he found the tiny hole and worked his fingers inside, encouraged by the boy’s moan of pleasure.
“That’s it — relax for me. Easy.”
After stretching him a bit, Blaze removed his fingers, placed the tip of the plug against the hole, and began to push, knowing that very soon it would be his cock sinking into the glistening flesh, splitting it wide.
With the plug seated deep, he selected a flogger from its place on the wall, one with a smart leather tip. He held it up for Emma’s inspection. “See this? Wielded properly, it will mark this sub’s back with appealing lines, yet leave no permanent damage. Shawn enjoys a thorough flogging and could come from this alone if I allowed him to, which I won’t. The leather strap around his cock and balls will prevent ejaculation until I remove it and give him permission. Questions?”
“Have you ever come just from administering the flogging?”
“When I was younger and had less control, yes. Anything else?”
Mute, she shook her head.
“All right. Shawn, your safe word?” He had it memorized, so the reminder was more for Shawn’s and Emma’s benefit than his own.
“You know it, sir.”
With that, he snapped the flogger across the young man’s ass, causing him to jerk and cry out. “Too impertinent for your own good. Your safe word, boy.”
“Vanilla, sir!”
Shawn’s choice of a safe word made him smile every time. The kid was anything but vanilla, which made it a perfect choice. “Good. Now I’m going to mark that smooth backside, get you into the proper headspace.”
He ran the tip of the flogger down Shawn’s spine as his signal that he was ready to begin. Stepping back, he raised his arm and delivered the first blow, raising a red welt from the younger man’s right shoulder to his left side. Shawn jumped and gasped, pushing his ass back in clear invitation, already losing himself. Blaze laid another stripe, the line running parallel to the first.
“Ooh, sir… more, please…”
Lips curving into a smile, Blaze increased the strength of the blows, giving them more bite. The boy was lost to ecstasy, back arched, little whimpers escaping his throat. Blaze worked efficiently, painting a crisscross pattern of lines over the supple skin, pleased with his efforts.
“You respond so beautifully. Look at you, completely in your zone, ready for me. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Master,” he moaned. “Fuck me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I’ve been good, and I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please!” He writhed in his restraints.
“You
“Nothing except to please you.”
“Good answer.” On another night he might’ve drawn out the boy’s torment, possibly whipped him until he safe-worded or used some of his more wicked toys on the sub. But as much as Shawn would love it, he didn’t want to frighten Emma with too rough a display. Besides, he was so hot, so close to exploding before he even got inside that tight ass.
Quickly he sheathed himself and coated his cock with some of the oil. Then he eased the plug out and placed the head at Shawn’s entrance. He pushed forward, entranced as always by the sight of a sexy slave’s little hole being breached by the broad head. Yielding to his cock as his length slowly split and impaled the delectable flesh
