Page 77 of Forfeits

I parted them and Aiden placed something cylindrical between my teeth. It was made of leather—solid on the inside but soft on the surface. He fastened the straps behind my head. There was a tug on the rope that bound my hands together.

I walked carefully backward until he stopped me, securing my bound hands to something wooden.

“I’m tying you to the pillory. It’s bolted to the floor, so you won’t be able to move.”

I tried to say ‘Yes, Sir,’ but the words were garbled, due to the gag.

“Don’t talk. I just want you to relax and exist in your body.”

I nodded my head, then tested the rope to see how secure it was. I definitely couldn’t break free unless Aiden undid it.

Perfect.

“There are safety scissors hanging in several spots in this room and a first-aid kit by the door, just in case.”

It was comforting to know that Jacob and Sebastian Moriarty had safety in mind, and that Aiden did as well. I wouldn’t expect any less from someone who worked in a school on the regular.

I listened as Aiden’s footsteps retreated then returned.

“Try to stay still. That’s all I want from you right now, Fletcher.”

Okay. I can handle that. It was such a simple thing compared to the rest of my life.

Something tickled the top of my foot. I almost moved it, but forced myself to keep it planted on the wood floor. Soft leather traced over my arch and down along my big toe. It tickled, and I had to concentrate on keeping still.

Aiden chuckled. “It’ll get harder.”

That wasn’t the only thing getting harder.

The folded leather tip of a riding crop traced over my other foot, then snaked over my ankle and up the inside of my calf—then did the same to my other calf, then along my inner thigh, then the other inner thigh. The crop lifted the edge of my robe as it searched higher.

I struggled not to move.

As Aiden stroked the tip over various parts of my body, I became increasingly aroused. My breathing was rough against the gag, and I had to concentrate on keeping still.

“Oh, babe, you’re doing so good.”

His praise was everything I needed. As an adult, you didn’t hear very often that you were doing the right thing. Sometimes you didn’t even know what the right thing was. But here, in this room, all I had to do was what Aiden told me.

It might not be easy, but its difficulty lay in another direction from the struggles I dealt with on a daily basis. And it was such a fucking relief.

Tiny movements in the air told me he was in front of me. I could feel him there, hear his breaths and smell his scent. A tug on my silk robe and it fell open, the air hitting my standing cock like a caress as I gasped and raised my chin.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. He pressed his lips against the corner of my mouth, where spit had gathered. He swiped it away with his tongue, then did the same to the other side.

He stepped back, and there was nothing except the hum of the HVAC and the tick of the analog clock. The tip of the riding crop snaked up my inner thigh again, higher and higher.

Swap!

The bite of it came like fire on my skin. I yelped. Then it happened again, on my opposite thigh, also on the inside. I made a sound of pain.

Before I had time to recover, the it made its way to the underside of my cock and up, up, up, to drift lazily over the head. I clenched all over, in case he would strike that sensitive spot, but the leather moved on me like a tongue, teasing and smooth, until I jerked and pulled against the rope.

Aiden laughed softly. “It doesn’t take much, does it? Just a bit of rope, a gag, a blindfold and a leather crop, and you’re mine.”

I whimpered because he was right. But I didn’t give myself to just anyone.

He shoved the tip of the crop roughly under my balls, jiggling and poking at them as I complained with grunts and whimpers. It didn’t hurt but made me aware of my vulnerabilities.

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