Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 696(@200wpm)___ 557(@250wpm)___ 464(@300wpm)
He couldn’t wait to prod at the limits of what Jake would do for him. The flogging of Jake’s front had only been a prelude to the battering Vars still wanted to serve Jake’s ass. That moment Jake had mentioned a paddle in the story about his high school coach, had flared up a need inside of Vars that made his fingers itch for the tool, but he wanted to take his time and build his boy up before tearing him apart.
Jake was moaning now—soft, silent sounds that accompanied every stroke of his tongue, all the way up to Vars’s calf. His hips rocked gently in the air, as if Vars were already probing him from behind, but he remained completely obedient, never once trying to touch himself, no matter how much he might long for it. His pink tongue looked glorious against the matte black leather, and it didn’t escape Vars’s attention that Jake also rubbed his cheeks and chin against his foot, as if taste wasn’t quite enough.
The boy was leaving far too many oils on the leather now, but that was fine. Vars would give him the job of properly shining the boots later. For now, he enjoyed this display of devotion far too much to stop it.
He was amused to note that Jake was taking his time and polishing places he’d already cleaned. Whether he was too overwhelmed to notice or enjoyed it too much to stop wasn’t clear, but Vars decided that foreplay would be slowly coming to an end. In a swift move, he placed his foot between Jake’s shoulder blades and pressed, forcing him down until he rested his cheek in front of the throne. The boot that still shone with fresh saliva then gently stepped on the exposed side of Jake’s face.
“Aren’t we overly eager?”
“Sorry, sir, I might have been,” Jake whimpered. In the mirror across the room, Vars saw Jake clench his thighs around his cock and balls. Even with the boot on his face, Jake looked at Vars with the kind of devotion that filled Vars with a sense of power. Jake was so handsome, so attractive, so sweet, and yet he only had eyes for Vars. No one else could give Jake what Vars did, and Vars would keep it that way.
Vars leaned forward, putting just enough weight on Jake’s face to give him a bit of fright, and slapped his ass hard with an open hand. The startled cry was like an angel choir singing songs of Vars’s prowess in bed.
Jake bit his lips. He looked as handsome with the worry on his face as he did with a smile. Maybe even prettier? Because smiles Jake often had for others, but the vulnerable expression was for Vars only. It reminded Vars of the faces Jake made during sex. Even though they’d been kind-of sort-of vanilla, Jake’s natural drive for submission had melted into their bed anyway. The raw excitement Jake had expressed for spanking and getting orders would now only be taken to another level. Stripped from the confines of sheets and sex, Jake would accept discipline in its pure form.
“I will free you now. I want you to crawl to the spanking bench and put yourself into position. Can you do that for me?” Vars asked and placed his feet on the floor. The reddish pattern left behind on Jake’s cheek by the boot made Vars’s cock throb, and he knew that it was high time to release it from the confines of tight leather.
Jake glanced back at the leather bench, and his breath became ragged. This was the look Vars wanted. He wouldn’t order Jake and have the collar do all the work for the boy. No, Jake would have to obey every step of the way.
“Yes, sir,” Jake whispered, getting up with his eyes fixed on the bench.
When he took the first step, Vars smiled to himself at the sight of the gorgeous ass he’d be fucking soon enough. It hardly mattered that he’d had Jake so many times before. This time, it would be different. This time, he’d shaved that pink hole for himself, and he’d have Jake in his tight grasp with Jake finally knowing his place in the world. No ifs, no buts.
Jake took his time with approaching the bench, as if it were a bull about to impale him on its horns, but if he didn’t want to tap out, he’d eventually have to get in position. Not be forced on it, but obey Vars enough to present himself for a hard spanking. He’d have to take all Vars would give and thank him for it later.
The bench Vars had chosen for his playroom was simple, with padding for the sub’s comfort and all-black. Jake’s pale-and-pink skin looked magnificent on that kind of canvas. And once Jake finally completed the task he was given, exposed with his ass up and his torso laid along the slope of the bench, it was time for the play to reach its final stage.