Chapter 10

10

Connor

Stripped down, standing under the wooden frame with his hands resting against the wooden beam going across the top of it, he couldn't decide if he wished he was cuffed to it or not. Hanging on gave him more freedom, and this was his first time going through a full flogger session as a submissive—he'd experienced multiple types during his class to become a Dom, but that hadn't included a full-on session. On the other hand, part of him wondered about being restricted.

"For standing up like this while we're here at Marquis, I'm not going to use cuffs." Julie smiled at him, as if it was no big deal that she'd just read his mind. Her dress had, sadly, fallen back into place, though she hadn't put her underwear back on. Putting one hand on his chest, she patted it reassuringly. "Just in case you get a little spacey. It would be difficult for me to get you down from them by myself. If you want to try cuffs, we can do that on the bed after this."

She laughed at his change in expression because he hadn't been able to stop himself from perking up.

Yes, he liked the idea of being cuffed and at her mercy. It wasn't often that he felt truly vulnerable. Even when he was kneeling at her feet, he knew that he was bigger and stronger than her—it was a choice. His choice. His gift of submission. That's what some of the people in the scene called it.

He liked the idea of finding out what it would be like to be vulnerable to her. To put even more of his trust in her.

"Thank you," he said, for both the offer of cuffs and because he realized she was thinking of him by not using them right now. If he went into subspace or something happened and he needed out of the cuffs immediately, it would be difficult for her to get him out of them by herself while he was standing. Even quick-release cuffs. She'd need a stepstool to get up to where his wrists were above his head, both to put the cuffs on and to take them off.

Curling his hands over the top of the beam, he rotated his shoulders, loosening up the muscles. Mistress Julie smiled and patted his chest again, rubbing her hand through the hair there. He'd wondered before tonight if he should shave—a lot of the male subs did—but it seemed like she liked touching his hair, and it didn't matter whether it was on his head or his chest.

He'd leave it unless she asked him to remove it.

"Did you have a favorite flogger during the class?" she asked, her hand still in place.

"The one with the knots," he said immediately. Sometimes, he'd dreamed about that flogger. It had felt like a massage, and he hadn't wanted it to end, but that wasn't something he'd been able to admit during the class. Not in front of the other Doms. Or Law.

Patting his chest one last time, Mistress Julie nodded and let her hand drop. Immediately, he missed her touch. His cock moved. No longer tightly confined by his pants, it made a huge tent out of his boxers. Not that she seemed to notice that his dick was straining toward her—she'd already turned to go to the floggers.

Which, of course, just made his dick even harder when she hefted the one in question in her hand.

The falls were a couple feet long with big knots at the end that gave them a ‘thuddy' feel. He hoped it felt as good as he remembered. With one last little smile in his direction, Mistress Julie walked around behind him. His muscles tensed, knowing she was back there but unable to see what she was doing.

When she put her hand on his shoulder, he almost jumped in surprise.

"I'm going to start in a moment, then I'll stop regularly to check in since this is your first time. You can drop your hands down or say ‘red' to stop me at any time unless you have another safeword you want to use."

"Beatles."

He felt her pause.

"Beetles? Like the insect?"

Connor felt his cheeks heat. This was what he got for trying to be clever when he was thinking of a safeword.

"Like the band," he mumbled. "You know… help, I need somebody?"

Mistress Julie cracked up, and his blush receded as warmth filled his chest. That was the reaction he'd been hoping for.

"That's one I haven't heard before." She chuckled again, and the warmth expanded to his whole body as a sense of pride filled him.

Was it that big a deal that he'd used a safeword she'd never heard? Probably not, but he liked knowing that he'd done something first with her when she was going to be his first for so many things.

"Beatles it is. Though my goal is to make sure you don't need to call for help."

"I'm sure I won't."

As far as he knew, Mistress Julie had never pushed anyone to their limit, much less past it. He didn't think she was suddenly going to start with him, but he knew that having the safeword made everyone feel better. It certainly had him when he'd been the one in charge. Maybe it was different for real Doms, but she had asked for one, and he knew most of his friends preferred having one.

A safeword wasn't a guarantee, especially if a submissive was stubborn or was too out of their head in the scene to truly be able to understand and consent to what was going on, but it was still a good thing to have. Especially when scening with a new partner, even one as experienced as Mistress Julie.

The little slap she gave his shoulder was slightly reproving.

"But you'll use it if you need it?" There was a hint of warning in her voice.

"Yes, Ma'am."

No, he didn't think he'd need it when this was literally his dream come true, and he had full trust in her to not push him too far, but he knew better than to argue with a dominant. Especially one about to flog him. She didn't need to hurt him to torture him. His dick and balls were already aching—he really, really, really hoped he was going to get an orgasm tonight, but he also knew better than to expect one, especially if he started behaving badly.

With the promise of being cuffed to the bed, he would much rather continue being her good boy.

She patted his shoulder and stepped away. His muscles tensed, and Connor rolled them again, forcing himself to relax. It was the anticipation making him tense, not fear.

As soon as the flogger thudded against his skin for the first time, all the tension fled in a rush, and his shoulders came down. The thud was just as good as he remembered, like tapping against his skin but harder and better. Connor closed his eyes, letting himself lean against the frame and enjoy the sensation as the leather falls came down again and again.

A moment later, Mistress Julie touched his back again.

"How are you doing, Connor?"

He didn't open his eyes. He didn't want a break. He just wanted her to keep going, and with his eyes closed, it felt like that moment in a dream when he might be able to drop right back into the spot where it had paused.

"Good, Ma'am. Very green."

Green was the stoplight color for doing well—green means go, go, go. And he didn't want her to stop.

"Good."

She stepped back, the spot on his back where her hand had been suddenly feeling a little cold. He didn't have very long to miss it before the flogger was coming down again.

Thudding against his skin.

A rainfall of sensation drawing him deeper.

The wooden frame creaked as he leaned more of his weight on it. His knees weren't exactly buckling, but he needed more support.

The leather rain stopped.

His dick throbbed.

A warm hand touched his sensitized skin, making it feel hot, and he groaned.

It moved across his shoulders and down his back, rubbing over all the spots that had just been flogged, sending sensation tingling through him. His cock jerked in response, bouncing off his groin as his muscles flexed.

"I think you can take a little more," Mistress Julie murmured as she caressed his back. "Do you want more, Connor?"

"Yes, please. More."

This time, when she stepped away, the thudding massage wasn't just on his shoulders and back. It was his shoulders, back, ass, and the backs of his thighs.

Fuck me.

Now, his knees did threaten to buckle, and the wooden frame creaked again. He was feeling so spacey, so good, and it was getting harder to hold himself upright. She'd made the right choice not to cuff him. He wasn't sure he wouldn't have ended up trying to let the cuffs take his whole weight.

He closed his eyes as the patter continued, sending him into a blissful haze.

Julie

The flogger felt almost weightless in her hand as she watched Connor submit to the leather. He was nearly done, his head hanging down, his back, ass, and thighs a bright pink. He'd given himself over completely to the sensations, and she was pretty sure it was only instinct keeping him upright.

Time to stop, regrettably. At some point, maybe they'd get to do a public scene where she'd have help getting him down if she needed it.

Putting the flogger back in place, she was pretty sure he didn't even notice things had paused until she put her hand on his back. He sucked in a breath, shuddering and lifting his head, straightening up as if he was coming back to himself.

Standing at his side, she rubbed one hand across his sensitized skin while the other moved over his chest, then dipped lower, following the line of hair that went down his stomach to his groin. She'd always had a thing for happy trails.

"Do you think you can make it to the bedroom, Connor?" she asked as the tip of his cock brushed against the back of her hand. It was velvety soft and a little wet from the precum leaking from it.

"Yes, Ma'am." He gave himself a shake, as though he was trying to shake off a spell, blinking down at her and dropping his arms. The movement forced her to step back, which wasn't the worst thing since it meant more torment for him. Something he realized as soon as she moved away, her hands no longer on him.

Julie grinned wickedly.

"Get yourself in the bedroom then. I want you in the middle of the bed, on your back, with your hand around your cock to keep you ready for me."

"That won't be a problem," he muttered, even as he started to turn.

She laughed softly, reaching out to smack his ass hard enough to leave a print on top of the already pink skin, making him jump. Just because he was funny didn't mean the backtalk would go unacknowledged.

It was nice to know that he didn't think he was going to have any trouble staying ready for her, though.

As much as she was enjoying watching his backside as he led the way into the bedroom, she was looking forward to him being on his back even more. Her personal playground for the evening. Lying on his back would mean all his weight would be on his sensitive skin, which would be pressed up against the silky sheets on the bed…

This was going to be so much fun.

"Good boy," she murmured as he got into position. His cock was completely proportional, which made her wonder if she was biting off more than she could chew… but she certainly wasn't going to go sleep tonight without trying.

He turned his head to watch her as she started to strip down. His hand was on his cock, moving, as she tugged her clothing off. Julie enjoyed the look in his eyes—an adoring man's eyes were a better mirror than a length of glass could ever be. Running her hands down her body, she enjoyed watching his gaze follow the movement, the growing hunger in his eyes showing as he clenched one hand in the sheets as if he was stopping himself from reaching for her.

Under his gaze, her puckered nipples tightened even more, her body humming with arousal. He was a big man buffet, all laid out for her to enjoy… and she certainly planned to.

"Keep your hands to yourself unless I tell you to touch me," she ordered as she crawled onto the bed. Her breasts hung beneath her, his gaze dropping to them for a moment before returning to hers.

"Yes, Ma'am," he agreed, then groaned as she knelt beside him, placing both of her hands on the middle of his thighs. The wiry hair beneath her palms was softer than his chest hair, but not by much. Julie grinned as she pressed her thumbs into the sensitive spot on his inner thighs, then began to move her hands up his legs.

His fingers gripped the sheet and his dick, his hips moving upward, cock bouncing against his lower stomach as her hands slid across his skin. The large but tender sack hanging below them was her first stop. Watching his face, Julie straddled his thighs as she gently cupped his balls… then tugged.

"Fuck!" His hips surged upward again, though they couldn't do quite as much with her on his thighs… but he was so big that she ended up moving a little more than intended, sliding toward his dick. It was like riding an earthquake—he was so big, and she was so much smaller, yet it didn't matter.

He was letting her do whatever she wanted to him.

The rush of power of having such a big, strong man at her command was heady.

Size had never mattered to her before, but she couldn't deny the difference between them gave the experience a little something extra.

"Do you like a bit of pain?" Julie asked, her tone almost sympathetic. Almost. She tugged on his balls again, a little harder this time, and his cock bounced. Wrapping her hand around the base of the thick, hot shaft, she elicited another groan from him. "You certainly seem to."

"I think I just like you touching me."

"Mmm, so it doesn't matter what I do, you'll like it?" She twisted his balls slightly, allowing her to get a finger twisted around underneath them so she could drag her nail across his sensitive perineum. He whimpered. Oh, she liked making Connor whimper. Maybe a little too much. Her core tightened.

"Unfortunately for me, yes." The expression on his face was almost sheepish, offset by the burning need in his eyes.

Fuck, she wanted to ride him… but she was also enjoying torturing him too much. The sadist's dilemma.