Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 19(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Where the locker room had been deserted, the club was alive and bustling. Dozens of bodies moved across the dimly lit room; some were wearing leather like I was, while others donned pup hoods and tails, and there were a few walking around completely nude - one being led by a beefy Dom and a chain around his neck.
In the distance, I found what I searched for; Master, leaning against the brick wall. Even though there were countless visual delights on parade before him, his eyes were trained only on me.
My cock jerked at the sight of him. He was tall like me, but slim. His skin was pale and smooth, covered only by a pair of tight leather pants. His white-blond hair was combed back from his face, making his crystal blue eyes even more striking as they bore into me. He slowly raised his hand and curled his finger, beckoning me forward.
Shit, I stared too long. I couldn’t help it; Master was the most beautiful creature I could imagine. I dropped my gaze to the floor, my mind racing with the possibilities of what he may do to me. Would I get rewarded for following his dress code, or punished for ogling him instead of reporting straight to him? Either option sounded equally amazing.
I would recognize his bare feet and suckable toes anywhere, and once they were before me, I dropped to my knees, keeping my head bowed and my hands behind my back, totally submitting myself to him.
Master walked a lap around me, and my cock twitched again when he hummed his approval at the sight of my bare, framed ass. I’ve pleased him. He stood in front of me once more, and his hands stroked the top of my smooth head as he spoke.
“You look so hot with your body on display for me. So many eyes fell on you when you came in.” Did they? I hadn’t even noticed, and I couldn’t care less. “They can look, but they can’t touch. You’re all mine. You belong to me.”
“Yes, Master,” I replied eagerly. I loved being his.
His fingers firmly massaged my scalp as my eyes rolled back and closed. “You look even better than I pictured, and you arrived right on time. I think you deserve a very special reward.” Oh. Fuck. Yes.
Master’s cheek rubbed against mine when he bent down, and his breath hit my ear when he added quietly, “I’m going to tie you up and whip you until you can barely stand the pleasure. Then I’m going to use your body for my pleasure.” His words were enough to create a wet spot on my leather jock as my cock drooled for him, desperately craving what he promised.
Master traced his fingers down my face and hooked them under my chin to lift my head. I forced my eyes open to see his, shivering at the way they looked straight into me. His voice was clear when he asked, “Do you want to play?”
No matter how worked up either of us got, he always checked for my consent, which was one of the million things I loved about him. He protected me, and never made me feel judged if I wasn’t comfortable with something.
But I was more than comfortable with this; we had explored spanking together, which was incredible, but Master had never taken a whip to my flesh. I wanted it; needed it. My entire body ached for it, and my throat went dry with anticipation. But I knew he would accept nothing but verbal consent, so I forced down a swallow to moisten my voice. “Yes, Master. I want to play.”
*****
Topher
“Good boy,” I replied as I sank my fingers into Anderson’s beard. I wasn’t praising him for agreeing; he was always free to decline. I was commending him for his communication. It was important that he was open with me to keep him safe. Even though our play could get intense, I would never hurt my boy.
I slid my hand down his chest and clutched the soft leather of his harness. When I gave it a tug, Anderson quickly rose to his feet. He was so receptive to my touch, and always eager to please me.
I kept hold of the strap as I walked to the rear of the room with Anderson trailing behind me. I knew that heads turned as we passed by others in the club. How could they not? My boy was hot as hell and I couldn’t blame anyone for looking. I wanted them to look; I fed off of their jealousy.
I led him down a hallway of locked doors, stopping to enter a code on a keypad next to the door marked with a 3. I’d rented a playroom for us to have privacy. While I enjoyed parading my sexy boy in front of other club members, I wanted to keep his pleasure to myself.