Page 45 of Forfeits

“Yes. Yes.”

“All right. Count for me, because that way I’ll know you want it. Count if you accept what I’m dishing out. Safeword if you want me to stop. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Such a good slut,” he crooned, and it was everything. My breathing was loud, and my heart pounded in my ears as he moved behind me.

“These are just practice. Don’t count yet,” he said, using it very lightly to give me a sense of its shape and potential impact. He didn’t realize how desperate I was. Perhaps my eager whimpers gave it away.

“All right,” he said. “We start now.”

He landed a powerful strike against my bottom that made fire bloom and liquid surge from my dick.

“One!” I said, in a helpless voice that expressed everything I loved about this.

“Damn,” Aiden said, before landing another.

“Two! Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes.” I whimpered, thrilled to be used and abused when I’d gone without it for so long.

“Three. Four. Five,” I counted as Aiden warmed my ass with skill and precision.

“Five more. Safeword if it’s too much.”

“It’s not. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine! Ten!”

I came on ten, with a yell as my body spasmed in its restraints, and all my pent-up need spilled onto the floor as I babbled incoherently. When I finally started coming down, I became aware of Aiden’s hands on me, soothing me and stroking me, his lips on my shoulder and his surprised curses.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Aiden murmured. “That was…fuck. I didn’t expect you to get off like that.”

Really? He was surprised that I’d come hands free from a good round with a leather paddle? If he thought that was amazing, I had a lot to show him. I was a trigger release kind of guy, and impact play was one of those triggers. But I had more…lots more.

Some Doms didn’t like a sub being so reactive, but others saw it as a challenge and a minor fault that would take lots of delicious sessions to correct. I had a feeling that Aiden was one of the latter ones, like Daniel had been.

Daniel had taught me control. Daniel had taken great pains to teach me to save my release for the moment he permitted it. But it had been a long time since I’d been in any kind of kinky situation, and it looked like Aiden would have to start from square one.

I didn’t think he minded.

He unbuckled me from the contraption and made me kneel again. He still had his clothes on, except for the jacket. His sleeves were rolled up, tie loosened, and he looked like a professor who had gotten pissed off at a student, which totally worked for me—especially when he folded his arms over his chest and gazed at me with a stern expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Aiden asked, bemused.

“I…” It was still hard to talk. “I like the way you look, Sir.”

“Yeah? The clothes or…?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Partly. But also, you look stern and…professorial.”

Aiden smiled. “Well, now. That’s a hell of a promotion.”

I smiled, remembering his job.

“Well, you look the part.”

“Thank you.” He stroked my head as I floated in a heady, relaxed state. “But I’m going to work on that hair-trigger reflex of yours.”

I nodded, because I knew that working on my sexual control was everything I needed right now—to take my mind off of my grief, to return to something that made me feel safe, and to find another person who could manage me when I needed it.

It was early days, and I didn’t know yet if Aiden could be that person. But even if it didn’t last, I knew in my heart and soul and through my whole body that Aiden could give me what I desperately needed right now.

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