Page 7 of Sub Mission

My thoughts were yanked back to reality when he landed a hard smack to my ass.

“I asked you a question, boy.”

Coldness replaced the warmth when he went back to calling me boy. My mind fumbled through what he’d said last. “I try, Sir,” I finally managed to answer.

He leaned to my ear again. “You’re making a mess on my floor, Baker.” I melted against him when he said my name. “When I’m finished with you, I may make you lick it clean,” he threatened. His hand caressed the burning spot on my ass that he’d just smacked.

I looked down and saw several drops of my precum glistening on the floor. I’d never tasted my own cum or that of another man. Oddly enough, if Seth called me Baker and asked me to do it, I knew I would.

“Would you like that?”

I stumbled over the answer, not wanting to admit what I’d been thinking but my training wouldn’t allow me to lie. “I…I don’t know, Sir.”

His hand caressed my ass again. “I think you would…Baker.” He licked my shoulder. “I think you’d do about anything I asked you to. I thought I would be disappointed, but you’ve been…enjoyable.”

His praise washed over me, and my eyes closed. If I were a cat, my ears would be laid back and I’d be purring.

“I can’t wait to use the prostate stimulator on you. You’ll purr even louder than you are right now. Do you know why I didn’t put my toy inside your virgin ass, Baker?” Another lick. “Because I wanted everything to be equal with your Mistress. Let’s see who can make you yell louder…to soar higher. Shall we?”

“Fuck yes, Sir,” I answered…and another victory point for me.

He stepped away and this time, I didn’t stop the whimper that tumbled from my lips.

“Your Mistress says you prefer the crop.” He magically presented a crop in front of my face. “Kiss it, Baker.”

I immediately placed a kiss on the cool leather.

With a smile, he pulled the crop away, dropped it down to tap against my cock a couple of times, and then moved to stand behind me again. “Focus, Baker,” he ordered. “Stay with me as long as you can.”

“Yes, Sir.” The crop landed on my backside as soon as the words left my mouth. The sharp sting felt wonderful. Another one followed quickly behind that one. I hissed and closed my eyes.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Baker,” Seth growled. “Be honest, of course.”

I paused for a second and then answered, “I think you hit like a girl. Sir,” I added respectfully.

If I’d thought to insult him, I’d been mistaken. Watching his face through the mirror, I saw his grin spread from ear to ear.

“I hoped you’d say that, Baker.”

As the words left his mouth, some music suddenly started playing over the sound system in his playroom. It was nothing I’d heard before, at least not that I could recall. It sounded dirty and had a rhythm to match the lashes Seth gave me. My senses…all of them, felt overwhelmed. The room smelled like leather, sex, and a unique scent I’d already associated with Seth. I tried to focus on the dirty sound of the music, and when the slap of leather against my flesh was too fast or too slow, it messed with my head. My body ached and burned from the pain, forcing all my focus on the slow scorch of my ass and thighs.

I hissed, gritted my teeth, and cried my way through the pain…waiting for the second it would turn to pure bliss. I’d never reached subspace but got close every damned time. I didn’t have a clue what it felt like but knew how badly I craved that second when everything else in the world evaporated, leaving only me and the feel of the crop caressing my ass.That feeling…it was good enough for me. It gave me the escape my body and mind required.

While I would rather never admit it, Seth got me there much faster than any Mistress before him ever did. It stood to reason, I supposed. He was much stronger. My head dropped back as my muscles grew weak from stress. This was it. The blissful feeling that helped keep me grounded when my world became too much. When things didn’t line up as perfectly as I believed they should, this was my escape from my own mind.

I frowned. It wasn’t that the bliss wasn’t as blissful…it was just that Seth didn’t seem to notice my contentment. Mistress always knew. Seth kept working the crop, praising me with some swings and calling me dirty words with others. I moved from being a work of art to a cum dumpster. One swing was praise and the next was deliciously wicked. Yet, he didn’t pause to admire his handy work or slow down to admire my euphoria.

No, he kept going.

My body kept soaring, higher and higher. The music, loud and thumping, suddenly sounded far away. My surroundings blurred…all except for Seth. I could see him clearly. I floated, and he was in the air with me, swinging his crop. I no longer felt the kiss of pain, but his arm kept moving. Sweat dripped from his face and I felt my tongue swipe across my lips. I wanted to taste his sweat. His eyes met mine, which was impossible because he was behind me. Yet, there they were, gazing at me with warmth that made something inside me tighten. Tighter. Tighter. I sucked in a breath.

He whispered my name.

“Baker.”

An explosion of emotions tore through my body. I floated even higher. Felt my body orgasm. Heard myself scream. After that, there was nothing. It wasn’t a crash or anything negative. Everything just went…black.

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