Page 61 of Various Intentions
I returned the crop to Vincent, stroking him with the soft leather tip, moving it in lazy circles along his back and over his buttocks, then snapping it on each cheek. It made a satisfying thwack each time and elicited pleasing noises.
I repeated these actions on Charles, who made a charming squeal.
“Oh my,” I said, grinning. “Heissensitive.”
“Mm-m,” Juno commented. “You should hear him when he—” Juno began to say. But Charles stiffened and Juno smiled. “Never mind.”
I laughed and winked at Juno. “It’s okay, I have a good imagination.”
The crop had the desired effect, encouraging both men to focus on the tantalizing sensations of the supple leather on their skin and ground themselves in the present moment.
“All right. Up on your knees, please, with your hands clasped behind your necks.”
Again, Vincent obeyed me with his effortless grace and Charles tried his best. He managed to get into the proper position, but I sensed it was taking a great deal to force himself into such a vulnerable position in front of someone like me, with a crop in hand.
“It’s all right, Charles,” I said, throwing him a kind smile. “I know you’re a baby-sub, so I’ll be gentle with you. You may close your eyes if it makes it easier. What’s your safeword?”
Charles swallowed, his body flushed and on alert, his dick hard and chest rising and falling. He was into it but nervous and scared.
He glanced at Juno, who nodded.
“P—puppy,” Charles stuttered.
I gestured silently to Juno, indicating his boy’s tumescence.
Juno smirked and rolled his eyes, as if Charles’ thorough arousal was to be expected. Charles gave off similar vibes to Vincent. Juno was lucky to have found him and seemed to have been clever enough to keep him, even after trying to drive him away.
I snaked the tip of the crop up the inside of Vincent’s thighs as he flashed me a cheeky glance. I raised my eyebrows and smirked. He lifted his chin subtly as I tickled the crop over his testicles and drew it along the underside of his arching erection.
“Beautiful, Vincent. As always,” I said.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Eyes down,” I reminded him, and he obeyed in an instant.
I teased his cock with the tip of the crop until it became difficult for him to keep still, then I turned my attention to Charles.
Charles’ eyes snapped open when he felt the tip of the crop on the inside of his knee, but he closed them again as I drew the implement up along the sensitive flesh there. I rested the fold of soft leather at the top of his inner thigh before running it under his balls to the other side.
As Charles let out a subdued moan, Juno and I exchanged a look.
It was titillating to have a new submissive in the playroom. Charles was a sweet, sexy man, and I imagined, in other circumstances, bringing him into our bedroom for an evening of fun and games. I didn’t know if Juno would ever permit me that luxury, but it was entertaining to consider.
I drew the crop down to Charles’ knee again then back along the same trail several times. He made wonderful sounds of supplication, his cock jerking against his stomach each time I tickled the leather fold under his balls. I hesitated, glancing at Juno, who watched with much interest. I raised my brows, and he gave a nod.
I traced the crop up the underside of Charles’ straining penis.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he gasped and stiffened, his jerking cock shooting bursts of semen like a popped bottle of bubbly.
Vincent uttered a sympathetic whine, his gaze flashing to mine with a desperate intensity.
I pointed the crop at him and gave him what I considered to be a silent threat of instant death if he allowed himself to climax. “Don’t you dare.”
He swallowed, closing his eyes and maintaining control somehow. I wasn’t having both of them orgasm off the cuff during a practice session. Charles, with his lack of experience and obvious sense of overwhelm, could be excused.
Juno, who didn’t understand the issue, laughed and clapped their hands in glee. “Bravo, Charles. Exquisite.”
“I do apologize, Charles,” I said. “I had no idea that would happen.”
