Page 8 of Finding His Forever

Lust and need filled the submissive’s eyes. His lips parted as he swayed into Del’s touch. “That’sexactlywhat I want, Master—I mean, Captain Del. I don’t want to safeword.”

“But you will if it gets to be too much. Promise me.” When he didn’t get an immediate answer, Del gripped Matthew’s chin hard with one hand and twisted the sub’s nipple with the other, garnering a satisfying gasp. “Answer me, pup. Promise me you’ll safeword if I go too far.”

“Y-you won’t, Sir. I trust you. But you have my promise—I’ll use my safeword if I need to.”

Del studied the sub’s face, seeing the truth behind his words and feeling humbled. Matthewdidtrust Del to take care of him. To give him what he needed, what he craved. He also trusted Del not to harm him. Hurt him? Yes, that’s why the masochist was there. However, the Dom would neverharmhim. There was a stark difference, and they both knew it.

“Thank you. Stand and face the cross.” Once Matthew was in position, Del secured his wrists and ankles with fleece-lined leather restraints, ensuring they weren’t too tight. Next, a large strap was fastened across his waist, and two more just above his knees, limiting his movements even further.

Striding back to the cabinets, Del grabbed several items before returning to his sub. A decent-sized crowd watched them from the other side of the window. With the room’s intercom system set to semi-private, everyone in the hallway could hear the scene inside, but Del and Matthew wouldn’t be disturbed by any outside noise. A large man wearing a gold vest, who Del didn’t recognize, leaned against the wall on the far-right side of the window. A dungeon monitor. It didn’t surprise him since he was the new sadist in the club and hadn’t fully proved himself to be a responsible and alert Dom yet. Even though he received a glowing recommendation from his old club in Ohio, he would still be observed until the owners and the DMs were satisfied all his play was safe, sane, and consensual. It was another reason The Covenant had such a stellar reputation in the BDSM community on the Gulf Coast.

The large, white leather X the twink was attached to stood about two and a half feet from the wall, giving Del enough room to move between them and face Matthew. “I’m going to explain a few things before we continue, pup, because then I’m going to take away most of your senses.”

He held up one hand, showing off the items he’d selected hanging from his fingers. “You’ll wear noise-canceling headphones, a blindfold, and a ball gag during most of the scene. I want all your attention on the pain I’m going to inflict. Since you won’t be able to speak,” he showed Matthew the two small brass bells in his other hand, “I’m going to put one of these in each of your hands. Occasionally, I’ll lift one side of the headphones, ask if you’re still green, and instruct you to ring the bells for me. If you drop both bells, I’ll take that to mean you’re saying your safeword, and the scene will end. If one falls to the floor, I’ll question you to see if it was an accident. If you need me to slow down for a moment or adjust something, just ring the bells, and I’ll check in with you. Understand?”

“Yes, Captain Del. Ring the bells if I need you to slow down or adjust. Drop them both to safeword.”

“Good. After I prep your hole with some lube, I’ll start to warm your ass up with my hand and then the flogger. The cane will come next. How quickly do you usually go into subspace?” He had to ask because, with the starry-eyed expression on Matthew’s face, Del had to wonder if just the thought of the cane had the sub halfway to Nirvana already.

“It depends, Sir. Some Doms can get me there pretty quickly. With others, I might not hit it at all.”

He smirked. “Well, that gives me something to aim for then. You’re not to come until I’m in that fine ass of yours. Then you can climax whenever you need to.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Chapter Five

Ashiver rolled down Matthew’s spine as Master Del winked before rounding the cross and stopping behind him. The blindfold went on first, followed by the gag in his mouth, which was strapped in place behind his head. It wasn’t the first time he’d been gagged, but it wasn’t on his list of fun things to do during a scene. What bothered him the most was the fact that he always ended up slobbering all over the place, like a Mastiff or a St. Bernard.

The noise-canceling headphones went on last. For all intents and purposes, Matthew was blind, mute, and deaf. If there were a loud noise, like the cane hitting his flesh, he’d hear it, but other than that, his entire world would be focused on the forthcoming pain—just as Master Del had said and what Matthew wanted.

He’d been shocked as all hell when Kristen announced that Master Del was his Secret Santa. The sneaky Dom had pulled one over on him, not that Matthew would complain about it.

As far as he knew, Master Del hadn’t played with anyone since coming to the club as a full member last week. Surely, if one of the male submissives had scened with the hot new Dom, they wouldn’t have kept it a secret. “Don’t kiss and tell” was far from being a mantra among The Covenant’s subs. Beingopen about one’s sexual experiences and kinks was part of the lifestyle. If Del had played with someone at the club, Matthew would have heard about it by now.

Had he been so interested in me that he waited for an opportunity to play with me first? Goddess, I hope so.

Just the thought of any other male sub sceneing with the Dom made Matthew’s inner green-eyed monster roar in envy—which was never a good look on him. For some reason, he felt a connection to Master Del that he never experienced before with anyone else—Dominant or not. He was probably imagining things. Love at first sight happened in the steamy novels Kristen wrote under her maiden name but not in real life. At least, he didn’t think it did.

Master Del lined the front of his body up with Matthew’s naked back, sending goosebumps dancing across his flesh. Sensual warmth enveloped him. At some point, the Dom removed the vest he’d worn but still had on the leather pants. Matthew wished he could get an eyeful of all that luscious skin, but he’d have to wait until later.

The left headphone was pulled away from his ear, and Master Del’s lips brushed against his lobe. “Wiggle your fingers and toes for me, pup.”

The bells jingled a little as he did as ordered, and then his ear was covered again. All he could hear was his own breathing and heartbeat. Large masculine hands squeezed his ass cheeks, making his hard-on pulse between his legs. He had the sudden urge to thrust his hips forward but didn’t want to risk whatever punishment that might bring.

The hands disappeared, and then cool liquid dripped into his crack. A thick, calloused finger spread the lubricant over his puckered hole before demanding entry. Matthew relaxed his muscles the best he could, giving the Dom access to the darkdepths of his body. Behind the blindfold, his eyes closed as he took pleasure in being prepped so expertly.

A second finger joined the first and then a third. Plunging. Withdrawing. Stroking. Stretching. The friction of skin against sensitive tissue, the burn firing up his nerves, and the sense of being filled to completion were incredible. The gag muffled Matthew’s moan, but it was still loud in his own head. When Master Del pulled his fingers out, Matthew whimpered at the loss.

Not being able to use most of his senses, he was startled when the first hand slapped across his ass cheek, but then he settled in for the warm-up. Every smack was in a different spot, bringing his blood to the surface. A sharp sting followed each time the Dom’s hand struck his flesh, but it wasn’t enough to start easing him into subspace—not that he expected it to. That would hopefully come with the flogger, but he knew it wouldn’t be until the cane left angry red welts on his ass and thighs that he would fall into a sea of bliss. The intense pain that would send most people screaming into the hills was what he needed—what he craved. He could come hard and without effort at that point. Physical stimulation of his cock wasn’t necessary, but he had to hold off until Master Del was buried inside him and then he could finally find his release.

Matthew lost count of the number of hand spanks he received before they were replaced with the buttery-soft leather tongues of the flogger. However, soft didn’t mean they didn’t hurt. With his skin warmed up, his nerve endings were on full alert. He couldn’t hear the slaps against his flesh, which heightened his awareness of the burn they brought. He could imagine the dark pink hue that covered his ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs. His cock was long and thick against his abdomen, his balls heavy below. Drool spilled from the cornersof his mouth. His eyes watered, but not to the point they overflowed. However, they would soon.

The tendrils of subspace teased the edges of his mind, rising and falling with the rhythmic strikes of the flogger’s knotted tails. It felt like he floated on a calm ocean, the waves gently lifting and dropping him as they glided beneath him. A thousand bees buzzed in his ears as every inch of his skin, from head to toe, tingled.

The Dom was good—he’d give him that. Matthew’s endorphin-energized brain began to rush toward subspace faster than usual, and they hadn’t even started with the cane yet.

The left headphone was lifted, surprising him since he didn’t realize Master Del stopped hitting him with the flogger. The Dom’s deep voice rumbled in his ear, “Color, pup. Ring one bell for green. Ring both for yellow. Drop them for red.”

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