Page 29 of Shrouded Desires
Storm shook his head, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, much like he had in the sauna. “Not just impact play and sex, Raine. I want the afterwards as well. I want to shower with you – to feel your hands washing me, before I return the favor. I want to keep feeding you, doling out your maintenance spankings, and on rare occasions have you sleep next to me – if I’m in the mood to have my sub at my side.”
Raine’s breath came faster. “That sounds like…”
“…I want to remember what it means to be a dominant.” Storm for the first time looked a bit uncomfortable. “I’m not just looking for kinky sex. I can get that anywhere.”
“You can,” Raine agreed.
“But what I can’t get just anywhere, is you.” Storm straightened. “Take a chance, Raine. Let’s explore what a true power exchange would be between us – at least until I leave.”
Raine’s nose and eyes burned at the desperate hope in Storm’s tone. The man wasn’t offering him forever, not that Raine would’ve wanted that if he had, but was instead offering something a bit more bittersweet. Four or five weeks of unbridled pleasure and pain. Something that Raine would be a fool to turn down.And I’m no fool.
“Just ‘til you leave, Sir.” He squeaked in surprise when Storm surged to his feet suddenly and scooped him off the table. “But club safewords are in effect.”
Storm chuckled. “There’s my smart boy.” He nuzzled the top of Raine’s head. “Club safewords it is.” He moved toward the bed and for a moment, Raine assumed that Storm was going to fuck him right then and there. Instead, he found himself face down over Storm’s lap with his robe hiked up and briefs pushed down while Storm squeezed his ass.
“First rule of business. Next time I catch you wearing these before your morning inspection…” he snapped the band on Raine’s underwear. “…you’ll forfeit my hand for a hairbrush. Got it?”
Raine moaned softly at the threat. It was tempting to wear them to find out if Storm would follow through, but for the moment he was too occupied with first firm swat to his ass. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Our alcohol vendor is having issues getting the top shelf whiskey you ordered, Sir.” Raine set down the invoice on Master’s desk. “He didn’t charge us for it this time, but said he’d let me know when it came back into stock.”
Storm barely glanced at the paper.
“Thanks, boy.” He continued to type on the laptop.
Raine bit his lower lip as he watched those nimble fingers fly over the keyboard. In the two days since they’d come to an agreement, Raine had been on edge. Each morning he woke to Sir sitting on the edge of his cot, with a cup of coffee. Something that was taking a bit to get used to. Then after they took separate showers, Raine would present himself for inspection and his daily spanking before they went about taking care of club business. He had to admit the spankings helped. He felt more balanced than he had in a long time. But only if he ignored the fact that he was hard as hell each time they ended. Of course, it didn’t help that Sir refused to let him orgasm.
In fact, he was still half hard from this morning’s spanking, and it had been nearly an hour since they’d arrived in the office to deal with the daily paperwork of running a club the size of Redemption. It was about to drive him up and around the bend, because he’d even asked after his spanking for ten minutes to relieve himself, only to be denied because the timing wasn’t right. They had vendors waiting. So, he’d spent the last hour plus with an aching cock as they worked.
“Sir?”
“Hmmm.” Storm seemed engrossed in whatever he was reading on the screen.
“When the vendors leave, can I come?”
Storm finally pushed back from the desk and focused on him. “Is my boy horny?”
Raine swallowed, then nodded. “A little, Sir. You told me sex was part of our arrangement but since...”
“….since I haven’t bent you over the nearest flat surface and fucked you, that I should allow you to pleasure yourself?” Storm supplied.
“Yeah, maybe. My body is expecting sex, so I’m hard and…” Raine flushed. “…I’m not used to someone else controlling when I get release. If I were a different type of submissive, I’d have jerked off and damned the consequences.”
“I see.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’d deliberately disobey. Good to know.” He frowned, before opening the top drawer of the desk. “Come here, Raine.”
Hope stirred inside Raine as he moved closer to Storm. Was Storm going to finally fuck him? Or maybe give him permission to finally rub one out?
“Drop your pants, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” He fumbled with the snap and zipper on his jeans as his cock went from half hard to fully aroused. He grunted as he shoved the constricting denim down his thighs, freeing his dick. Per Sir’s instruction he wore no underwear.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed, his ass clenching. He bent over the edge of the desk to wait for his next order. Surprise burst through him at the same time as pain when Storm slapped his already sore ass. He hissed through his teeth as the sting morphed into pleasure as Sir rubbed over the spot he struck.
“I can still see my handprints, boy. Do you know how fuckin’ sexy that is?”
