Desiring the Leading Man by Megan Slayer

Author:Megan Slayer [Slayer, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Male/Male Erotic Romance, BDSM
Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-01-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Ansen strolled around Dylan, taking in the sight of his boy. Good Lord, he liked looking at his boy. Ansen didn’t care for G-strings, but on Dylan, the look was sharp. Ansen would need to focus today to get all the teaching in, but with Dylan presenting a pretty package…

“We’re going to work on bondage. One of the simplest forms is the use of handcuffs.” Ansen twirled the cuffs around his finger. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” Dylan wiggled a bit then widened his stance.

“Tell me your safe word.”

“Banana but I don’t want to use it.”

What a quick study!

“Good boy.” Ansen opened the cuffs and snapped one around each of Dylan’s wrists in front of his body. He rubbed Dylan’s shoulders and brushed his mouth over Dylan’s ear. “You please me.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Dylan whispered. “I like this.”

“I’m going to punish you.” He kissed Dylan on the cheek. “You’ve been a bad boy.”

“I have, Sir.”

“Turn around. I want to see that ass.” When Dylan did as Ansen commanded, Ansen picked up the crop.

“Thank you, Sir. I’m ready.”

“Such a bad boy.” Ansen smoothed the crop over Dylan’s ass. He moved the leather end down Dylan’s spine and along the curve of his butt. “Feels good, the leather caressing your skin.”

“It does.”

“Good.” Ansen punctuated his word with a sharp smack on Dylan’s ass. Dylan gasped but otherwise stood still. Power radiated through Ansen as he struck Dylan again, this time in repeated blows over his sub’s butt. His strokes made more noise than caused pain. He needed to get Dylan used to the crop before he increased pressure.

“Sir,” Dylan panted. He leaned into Ansen’s touch. “Feels good.”

Ansen added more swats, each harder than the last. He watched Dylan. His sub’s lips parted, and his breathing hitched, but he hadn’t uttered his safe word. Dylan finally squirmed.

“Too much?” Ansen asked. He stopped striking Dylan and smoothed the leather over the abused skin. “Your bottom is very red.”

“I like it. Felt wonderful.” Dylan swayed on his feet.

“Good boy.” Ansen sat on the couch and opened his legs. He kept the crop tight in his hand. “Kneel. I want you to open my pants. Get me nice and hard.”

Dylan’s eyes lit up as he dropped to his knees. Although he struggled with the cuffs on his wrists, he popped the buttons on Ansen’s leathers and freed Ansen’s dick.

The moment the cooler air in the room hit his erection, Ansen bit back a moan. Fuck. He hadn’t played in a long time and hadn’t allowed his temporary subs to suck his cock. Dylan changed the game with his enthusiasm.

“Rub your face on my junk. Put my scent all over you.” Ansen slipped the end of the crop along Dylan’s shoulder.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Dylan nuzzled Ansen’s prick. The dusting of hairs on his cheeks abraded Ansen’s tender skin. Each scrape sent tingles down Ansen’s spine. Dylan glanced up at Ansen then drew a circle across his lips with the blunt end of Ansen’s cock. Pre-cum glistened on his mouth.

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