Page 18 of Reunion
As Dane returned to the bedside, cane in hand, I rose onto all fours again, tensing as I waited for the first strike. He sketched the cool tip of the implement from the nape of my neck to the top of my ass, then let it rest in the dip of my back as he retrieved another cane that looked exactly like the one that had been in the travel kit.
Just having the other cane lying across my back had my nerve endings gearing up in jittery excitement. “Why two?”
“Consider this one the exclamation point,” he said, thwapping it ever so lightly against the meat of my shoulder.
Even still, it bit into my skin and made me flinch. “Ow!”
“Exactly.” He laughed like the merry sadist I suppose he was and then splayed his hand over my back, urging me down onto my elbows. “Mmmmm, nice,” came that pleasant rumble again as I complied. I decided I liked those noises from him as much as I liked being the cause of them.
But I still yelped as the first strike hit my hamstrings. It was the pressure of impact I became aware of first, before the whoosh of air currents registered belatedly. A searing prickly sensation zipped up and down my legs before ricocheting through my balls.
Sharper in intensity, the next blow fell across the meat of my ass, bringing heat with the impact. I curled my fingers into the sheets, gritting my teeth as Dane dragged the cane over the spot he’d just hit, then rested it against the skin right below with a little pressure before the next strike came.
“Jesus,” I barked out. He wasn’t even laying down back-to-back lashes, so there was plenty of pause in between for the sting and heat to saturate my ass and pool in my balls. And possibly for me to regret my decision. But when Dane’s hand smoothed over my ass again, his finger drawing lightly, teasingly, over the places he’d smacked me, I knew I wouldn’t. The way he mixed tender touches with the brute force of the cane kept me on edge, and though it wasn’t exactly pleasant, there was something about the rush of endorphins percolating through me that I loved.
“Twelve is our number today. We’re on two. Count the rest for me.”
“What comes after two, again?”
In an instant, Dane’s arms were around my torso, pulling me back to his chest, the fabric of his trousers like sandpaper on my ass, especially when he pressed his thick erection into my crack. “Three, sweetheart.” With his free hand, he fisted my cock and gave it a couple of tight, smooth strokes that had me writhing in his grip. “Then you’re going to ride my cock.”
“Oh my god, yes,” I breathed as he released me to the bed again. I managed a “three” and the next strike buzzed my ass like a rude flyby from a colony of angry bees. I tried to jerk a look aside to see if he’d switched out canes because that one had definitely felt different. “Was that—”
Thud. Sting. Heat. Sting.It was scorching bliss.
“What’s the count, Cole?”
“Five,” I whispered, tightening my hold on the sheets. They were already damp from my palms.
“Focus on that, not on what I’m using.”
Six, seven, and eight came in a steady pattern with long pauses between that was damn near trance-inducing in its repetition before nine, ten, and eleven cracked over my upper thighs in quick succession and had me bowing up again.
It hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker.
But something else was happening, too. The stinging and the heat and the impact melded together, playing against each other and creating a warm unison burn that reached all the way to my fingertips and sensitized my entire body. He was like a goddamn viper with those canes, striking with the sweetest poison of precision. Every blow tensed me and in the interstitial spaces between his swats, I stopped anticipating and instead began to focus on the intense relaxation of muscle that followed each blow. There was a mellowness to it that didn’t make sense but felt incredible. By ten, I didn’t feel the blows so much as hear them. My body was alight with endorphins that whizzed through me at a frenetic pace. I felt precum leaking from my cock, and though I was stuck on the cusp of orgasm, it wasn’t unpleasant. It was…god, it wasexactlywhat I’d always dreamed of.
“Twelve. Fuuuucccccckkkk.” The curse came muffled by the Dane-scented comforter I’d smooshed my cheek against. Then all was silent.
I drifted on the endorphin rush and the hum of my skin.
Dane’s hand moved over my asscheeks, heat on heat, the burn of his palm joining the fray. His fingers slipped inside me and I bit out another curse.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned.
“You won’t. Not until I’m inside you.”
He sounded so confident that I was determined to keep my orgasm at bay and show him how good I could be. I started to push my ass in the air to give him better access, but Dane flattened his palm on my lower back and urged me back down.
He eased onto the bed and put his back to the headboard. The second he reached for me, I scrambled up his thighs and went for his zipper like a fiend, drawing it down when he didn’t stop me. His cock popped free, impossibly stiff, the tip glossy and swollen. I couldn’t wait for it to be inside me, hammering my prostate into oblivion.
“Suck it.”
I took him in my mouth eagerly, lapping up the salty flavor of his skin and dragging his pants lower over the tops of his thighs while his fingers knotted in my hair and guided my bobbing head. The pace was intoxicating as was the expression on his face, the tense set of his jaw, the steely hunger in his eyes.
“Fuck, I want inside younow.” In seconds he’d kicked his pants free and was lubed and sheathed. He took my shaky hands in his and placed them on his shoulders as he pulled me onto his lap, then frowned as he searched my face.
“I’m fine.” I dug my nails into his shoulders as my cock slid over his sweat-slick abdomen. “Ignore the shivering. It’s just because I’m really fucking turned on right now and I’m really, really looking forward to having your dick inside me.”