Page 32 of Hot Route
“What do you say?” Tanner says, firmly.
“Thank you.”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
He continues flogging her on various parts of her body. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her tits. She thanks him after every one and I can see that she’s very clearly turned on. Her nipples are so hard it almost looks painful. And her pussy is so wet, I can see it leaking out of her from here.
Tanner turns around to switch the flogger for another item and I see the woman attempt to bring her knees together, no doubt to give herself a little relief. He catches her in the act, and I watch with rapt attention to see what he’ll do.
“Aww,” he coos, releasing her wrists from the headboard and walking to the end of the bed with a leather crop loosely hanging from his fingers. “Is that spreader bar in your way, sweetheart? Can’t quite get those thighs pressed together, can you?” He chuckles darkly before grabbing the bar in the middle and twisting swiftly, forcing her to flip to her stomach. “I told you not to even think about coming without my permission, didn’t I?” he says, rearing the crop back and landing it with a loud smack on her ass cheek. A red welt raises on her pale skin instantly.
“Yes, sir,” she replies, her voice shaking.
“Looked to me like that’s exactly what you were trying to do. Face down, ass up, sweetheart.”
The woman obeys instantly, pushing back on her knees with her face pressed into the sheets.
“Good girl,” he praises. “You wanted to come so badly, didn’t you?” His voice is dark and condescending as he drags the crop from her shoulder blades to her dripping slit. She sucks in a quick breath at the sensation. Just as she relaxes, he slaps her directly on her clit with it. She lets out a loud whimper before she begins rocking her hips slightly. Tanner allows the action, continuing to bring the crop down on her slick pussy.
I can see she needs to come. I almost feel bad for her at this point. Could I really do this to Mads and let her suffer this way?Or would I give in and eat her until she had an earth-shattering orgasm?
I’m expecting Tanner to use his hand or mouth to end this torture for the poor girl, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches his free hand around and closes it on her throat. I swear I see her lean into him, increasing the amount of pressure he’s choking her with. Leaning over her back, he finally gives her what she’s been waiting for.
“Come for me.”
One last slap of the crop against her core sends her into a violent orgasm. She shakes uncontrollably as her hips continue to thrust forward. When she finally relaxes, Tanner frees her ankles, rubbing at the marks from the restraints.
As if a switch was flipped, he gently helps the woman onto her back, soothing her by rubbing her hair. Walking over to a small refrigerator, he grabs a bottle of water and hands it to her while sitting down on the bed. She cuddles into him as she drinks half of it in one go.
After a minute, he asks her if she’s alright. She nods her head yes and he gives her a gentle kiss on the forehead before walking through another door off the room. I watch her as I sit and wait for him to come out. She snuggles into the covers, and her breathing slowly evens out as she falls asleep.
Thankfully, the erection I was sporting a few minutes ago has gone down by the time Tanner emerges from what looks to be a bathroom. He gives the girl one more kiss on her forehead before stepping into the room I’ve been watching from. Sitting on the couch next to me, he leans forward with his elbows on his knees.
“I know you probably have questions, but there’s a lot about me that I’m not ready to discuss. I brought you here because I wanted to show you how pleasurable it can be for a woman when she’s able to submit to someone she trusts. It’s freeing for them. It can be freeing for you, too, if you know how to do it right.”
He sighs, a hint of sadness, taking over his features, before continuing. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my lifetime. And I wish I knew back then what I know now about this lifestyle. I wish I had somebody to show me how to do it right. That’s why you’re here. I’m not saying this magically makes you an expert, but hopefully you have a little bit better idea of how to take care of your girl.”
We both stand, and I pull him into a bro hug because for some reason, I feel like what he just showed me might have completely changed my life.
He chuckles before turning to the door. “Let’s get you home now that you know how tospank your assistant.”
TWENTY-SIX
MADS
“So, I told him,”my date says, barely pausing to take a breath, “‘If you think I’m selling for less than five K a share, you’re fucking nuts.’ I’ll hold those stocks until I die if I have to, you know?”
“Yeah,” I reply even though I most certainly do not know.
He takes a sip of his craft beer, the slurping sound making me inwardly cringe. We’ve been here for an hour, and I’m already planning my escape. The twenty-minute run through on how he just became the proud owner of a new Rolex Submariner would’ve been enough on its own to bore me to tears, but he’s been telling me about his stock-bro adventures since the waitress dropped off our drinks and I’m genuinely starting to think a root canal would’ve been more exciting than this date.
I wonder what Blaze is doing right now. I know he was home earlier, but he was really quiet. I didn’t even realize he had left until I opened my bedroom door to an empty house. I would much rather be at home, curled up on the couch with him watching game tape, but I promised Dia I would keep putting myself out there when it comes to dating. So, here I am.
“Another drink?” he asks, noticing that I’ve finally finished my first one of the evening.
“No, thanks,” I reply awkwardly. I’d love to be able to fill the silence that follows, but we couldn’t be more different. I know nothing about watches or stocks and he hasn’t even attempted to ask me anything about myself beyond what I told him while we chatted on the dating app.
Thankfully, I’m saved from more awkward conversation when my phone rings.Right on time.I give a fake confused look as I answer. “Hello?”
