Page 9 of Blood Ties
“You got it,” Venny says standing close by.
I start pulling off my clothes before he gets everything ready. I place my suit in a nearby chair before climbing onto the piece of leather furniture. A blindfold is pulled over my eyes, and Venny works quickly to tie it behind my head before strapping my wrists into the leather restraints. He moves to my ankles once the top part of me is secure. "Will you need anything else sir?"
"There's a black bag on the floor. I want to only use the crop and paddle inside it."
"Of course. I'll be sure to let your play partner know."
"Thank you, Venny. Make sure you remind him of the rules as well."
The room goes quiet when Venny finally leaves. I shiver against the table, wondering if I should back out. Tugging against the restraints, I close my eyes, trying to forget how naked and vulnerable I'm about to be in front of a stranger. The excitement mixed with a small tinge of fear is exhilarating, replacing the gutted sadness I'd felt before.
The door opens and closes. Heavy breathing comes from behind me followed by slow and quiet footsteps. The bag unzips and the man has so far followed the rules on only speaking whenneeded. Long thick fingers stroke my hair minutes later. "I'm going to need to hear your safe word before we begin."
"Tango."
"Good boy. What would you like to start with first?" The more he talks, the more familiar his deep, silky voice is to my ears. Since Venny already told him my conditions and hard limits, there's no need to discuss them again.
"The crop."
The leather tongue slaps against his palm and my body tingles the moment the warm tress touches my skin. It slides up and down the spine of my back, stopping below my shoulder. It lifts from my skin briefly and comes back down with a light smack. "Color?"
"Verde. Harder."
Smack.The leather claps against my skin harder than before. He does it a few more times, increasing momentum. I moan louder, my cock twitching between me and the horse, growing more uncomfortable the harder it grows. He moves the tongue further down my back, giving my right thigh a few lashes. I squirm and swallow down a whine. A gust of air cools the skin of my ass when the crop moves above me, teasing my body by not letting me know where it'll come down next. Suddenly there's a light tap on my right cheek and then another on my left one.
He waves the crop up and down, the tress tapping lightly in the same spot of my ass in a steady rhythm. I moan, stretching back my neck the harder the leather comes down on my skin with a few flicks of his wrist. The tress glides over my skin, sliding up and down my back, causing me to shudder as it lightly grazes between my cheeks. "Such a good boy. You are perfect. Look at this gorgeous ass, begging to be fucked. We won't do that today though."
My hole throbs at the thought of being filled. I should be angry he had broken one of my rules. He isn't supposed to talkunless spoken too. They were my limitations. I didn't want some stranger’s reassurance or praises when I preferred the ones I let enter my head when I was in a simpler headspace. Only I don't need to escape to the fantasy I usually conduct in my mind. Not when it's alive in this entire room. At this very moment the man above me, giving me what I need, is Miguel. My body wants to believe it more than anything, so I allow it to.
I don't yell at the stranger for going against the rules and instead whine in disappointment, not sure why. I didn't expect to have sex tonight. I didn't even plan to last long on the whipping horse. I usually don't. One cough or grunt could pull me out of my headspace. Not tonight. This man's voice is soothing, melting into my ears like the smoothest honey. It's deep, strong, powerful, and very similar to the only other person capable of setting my body on fire. His words are too perfect not to react to. I want to get lost in them.
Before I know it, I'm so submerged in euphoria brought on by the perfect amount of pleasure and pain, I'm asking him for the one thing I haven't allowed myself to ask anyone in a long time. It goes against the rules entirely and I don't mean to sound desperate when he ignores my request, reddening my ass with the paddle. "Please."
"I need more words. Tell me how you want me to touch you?"
"Your hands. Use them. I don't care how."
Before I can open my mouth to explain exactly what I am asking for, his cool fingers caress the burning skin of my hip. His touches are gentle, soothing every place they come in contact with.
"More. I need—I want..."
His warm breath heats my ear. "Yes, Mi Conejito. ¿Qué necesitas?”
My body goes rigid and my heart beats aggressively against my chest. Swallowing hard, I struggle to find words.
Miguel.
My breathing grows heavier than before.
It can't be.
My heart won't be able to take it if it is. In my dreams and fantasies I'm safe. He can't hurt me if he's not real. My hands clench, my nails digging into my palms. I keep telling myself it isn't him. If I don't see him, I'll never know, and neither will the rest of me. "I want you to kiss me. Not on my mouth."
He unstraps both of my wrists. "Donde. Show me."
My breath catches in my throat as my right hand slips free. I push my body up, pressing my palm on the center of the whipping horse. I sit up higher, bending backwards to slide my fingers between my cheeks. I moan as I rub over the outside of my hole, straining my neck.
"Good boy. Lay back down how you were before."
