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That can only mean one thing…

The spank he levels on my ass is harder than his previous one, and the pain is more intense as the bite marks sting at the contact. He doesn’t stop at one though, smacking my ass over and over until I count ten strikes before he finally lets up.

My cock leaks pre-cum, and it’s my years of training that keeps me from coming. I have a strong feeling if I came without permission I’d get more than a few bite marks and spanks.

“Chest down,” Soren orders, pressing between my shoulders gently but with intent.

Sighing in relief at being free from my previous position, I slide my arms out in front of me and let my upper body take my weight as I present my ass to him.

“Am I going to hear any more attitude from you?”

I can’t help myself. “Depends on what you’re planning on doing next… Whatever it is, you have my full consent.”

Soren laughs. “Oh, you’re a fun one, and you’resogoing to regret that.”

Probably, but that’s what makes things fun.

He starts up again, this time increasing the speed and strength of the blows, the sound of skin on skin echoing around the room and mixing with my moans. He doesn’t hold back, and it’s not long before it’s hard to find a breath between strikes.

The pain of being spanked harder than I’ve been in a long, long time, coupled with dozens of stinging bites, makes my vision whiteout for a second.Holy shit.Fucker was holding back before apparently. I almost don’t want to know how hard he can strike me with a cane in his hand.

New mission: get caned by Soren.

Slowly, he comes to a stop, rubbing his hand across my aching ass. I groan in a delicious mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“There’s only one thing left to do.”

“What’s that, Sir?” I ask, breathless.

He answers by licking one of the stinging bites. His actions and words make it clear—hedidbreak the skin when he bit me. The thought has my cock leaking more.

Carefully, Soren licks every bite mark where he must have made me bleed. The thought of him licking my blood up makes me moan.

Blood play, no matter how miniscule, has never really been my kink, but something deep inside says I’d endure anything for this man.

When he deems me clean, he moves away and says, “Relax.”

Slowly, I let out a breath and move back on my knees with Soren’s help. He releases my hands from their bind, and gently rubs his fingers around my wrists.

“Okay?”

I smile and nod, my head empty of everything except the man in front of me, and that hasn’t happened in…far too fucking long.

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

“Good. Gonna let me clean you up, or do you want to bask in the feelings for a bit?”

“Bask,” I answer. “Definitely bask. But on the sofa, I’m too old for the floor.”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss me softly. I lick up the taste of blood from my lips when he pulls away and stands.

“Come on.” He reaches down and helps me up, giving me the grace of not laughing when my body creaks and groans as I stand.

Soren sits and pats his lap, and maybe I should feel embarrassed about laying down on the sofa with my head in his lap, but it’s the easiest thing I’ve done in a long while.

Doc turns his back to the floor-length mirror in his bathroom and looks over his shoulder. “Well, you certainly marked your territory,” he teases.

“Are you complaining?”

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