Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My eyes followed him as he moved around to the other side of the cross until he faced me. I frowned in confusion when he knelt in front of me. What. The. Fuck. His hands maneuvered the wood of his cross, causing the center to drop down to where it was even with my crotch. I looked down and watched as his hand, covered in soft leather gloves, reached through an opening in the wood, took my cock, and pulled it through the opening. The moment he touched me, a gasp escaped my lips. I told myself it was because I hadn’t expected the touch, but knew I was probably lying. I left it with the lie. It was much easier than accepting I enjoyed a man’s touch on my junk.
He, unfortunately, wasn’t finished. My balls quickly followed suit and then he deftly tightened the diameter of the opening, locking my cock and balls on one side of the cross and the rest of me on the other. It was, I realized, even more effective than strapping my waist to the cross. If I tried to dodge any of his blows, I wouldn’t be able to move more than a few centimeters without hurting the family jewels.
When he’d finished, he moved to stand behind me…directly behind me. His hips pushed against my ass hard enough that I could easily feel the outline of his cock, even through the leather pants that fit him like a second skin. For some reason, the feel of him against my ass made me want to wriggle against him.
I needed to move…to do something. The positioning of my junk kept me from doing anything other than accepting what he wanted to do to me.
His hand grasped the back of my hair and he jerked my head back. It was rougher than I was used to…yet, rough enough. I felt his breath against my ear. “Look at yourself, Baker,” he ordered in that growl that made my mouth water…for some unknown reason.
My eyes looked forward and, for the first time, noticed the giant mirror in front of me. There I stood, trussed to the cross like a slave ready for punishment, with my cock and balls protruding obscenely through the opening. I’d never watched myself being punished before. I’d most certainly not ever found myself secured in such a scandalous position.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes met mine in the mirror. “I bet you make Mistress Samantha very proud, don’t you?”
A touch of anger entered his voice when he made the last statement, causing a delightful tingle to start at the tip of my spine and work its way upward. Was he jealous? He sounded jealous. Why did the thought of him being jealous of my Mistress make my blood warm?
My thoughts were yanked back to reality when he landed a hard smack to my ass.
“I asked you a question, boy.”
Coldness replaced the warmth when he went back to calling me boy. My mind fumbled through what he’d said last. “I try, Sir,” I finally managed to answer.
He leaned to my ear again. “You’re making a mess on my floor, Baker.” I melted against him when he said my name. “When I’m finished with you, I may make you lick it clean,” he threatened. His hand caressed the burning spot on my ass that he’d just smacked.
I looked down and saw several drops of my precum glistening on the floor. I’d never tasted my own cum or that of another man. Oddly enough, if Seth called me Baker and asked me to do it, I knew I would.
“Would you like that?”
I stumbled over the answer, not wanting to admit what I’d been thinking but my training wouldn’t allow me to lie. “I…I don’t know, Sir.”
His hand caressed my ass again. “I think you would…Baker.” He licked my shoulder. “I think you’d do about anything I asked you to. I thought I would be disappointed, but you’ve been…enjoyable.”
His praise washed over me, and my eyes closed. If I were a cat, my ears would be laid back and I’d be purring.
“I can’t wait to use the prostate stimulator on you. You’ll purr even louder than you are right now. Do you know why I didn’t put my toy inside your virgin ass, Baker?” Another lick. “Because I wanted everything to be equal with your Mistress. Let’s see who can make you yell louder…to soar higher. Shall we?”
“Fuck yes, Sir,” I answered…and another victory point for me.
He stepped away and this time, I didn’t stop the whimper that tumbled from my lips.
“Your Mistress says you prefer the crop.” He magically presented a crop in front of my face. “Kiss it, Baker.”
I immediately placed a kiss on the cool leather.
With a smile, he pulled the crop away, dropped it down to tap against my cock a couple of times, and then moved to stand behind me again. “Focus, Baker,” he ordered. “Stay with me as long as you can.”