Page 45 of Mortal Sins

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure,” Frankie confirmed, raising his hand and abruptly slapping Snod’s ass. “Don’t you dare

stop again! Come on!”

Snod grunted in surprise, his body registering the pain but something else along with it. It was new,

exciting, and he didn’t know what to make of it except he really wanted to feel it again. “That...”

“Shit,” Frankie hissed. “Is that all right? The lashings, I should have—”

“Do it again,” Snod pleaded helplessly. “Please?”

“You really want me to hit you again?” Frankie asked breathlessly, searching Snod’s face for

confirmation.

“Yes,” Snod begged, wishing he could explain the rising well of desperation inside of him. The sharp

touch of Frankie’s hand made him feel alive in a way that his lashings never had, and he was certain

he was going to explode if Frankie didn’t spank him. “Please, Frankie!”

Frankie didn’t hesitate another second, baring his teeth as he spanked Snod’s ass mercilessly. The

sound was like fireworks, loud cracks in rapid succession that seemed to echo inside the small room.

Snod groaned in reply, rearing his hips back and pushing his cock in deep, delighting in the loud

moans that promptly erupted from Frankie’s lips. Now that he knew these were cries of pleasure and

not pain, he did everything he could to hear them. Every fierce roll of his hips was punctuated with

the crack of Frankie’s palm, sending blazing signals of pleasure up and down Snod’s spine.

His cheeks were soon stinging from Frankie’s hand and Snod found that he liked the burn. It was

similar to the physical sensation from his lashings, but this wasn’t a punishment. He had asked for it

and received it at length, gasping sharply when Frankie finally stopped. There was something so

deeply pleasurable in the aftermath of being struck in this manner that he immediately craved more.

Snod had certainly never been left wanting after being beaten by one of the members of the council,

but he was absolutely yearning for another taste of Frankie’s discipline.

Purposely, Snod began to slow down, his eyes issuing a silent challenge as he stared down at Frankie.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak the words out loud, but he had a feeling that he could get Frankie’s

attention.

“Oh, you naughty little thing.” Frankie’s expression instantly darkened and there was something

primal flickering over his face. His arm went up and his hand roughly cracked across Snod’s ass with

a loud smack. “I told you not to stop, now come the fuck on!”