Page 11 of Exchange
Chapter Four
Hank had a taut little ass that was just made to spank and fuck. There were already pink and red spots from Thomas’ rough grip earlier. The sight of them spiked Thomas’ lust to new heights and he gave no other warning before he brought his hand down. Thomas relished the slap of skin on skin.
“Oh!” Hank sighed and went soft, all except for the rigid spike of his cock pinnedbetween Thomas’ thighs.
Thomas trusted Hank to let him know if the spanking became too much. Even so, he needed to say it. He stopped swatting Hank’s beautiful ass. “Use your safe words if you need them. I won’t be disappointed in you if you do, but Iwillbe upset if you need to use them and don’t.” It was their first scene together, so they were only just beginning to learn each other’s boundaries.
“Yes, Master Thomas,” Hank whispered, cleared his throat, and repeated himself. “Yes, I will.”
“Good boy.” Thomas rubbed the heated skin on Hank’s bottom. “So good.” He began spanking him again. Thomas paid close attention as he administered the swats, listening to Hank’s breaths, watching the way he moved and went still, the rise and fall of his back as he gasped and moaned.
Thomas admiredthe way Hank’s skin went from pink to red, the imprint of his hand lingering in a white shadow for a second or two after each hit. He wanted to leave bruises all over Hank’s ass and thighs but refrained from marking him up very much.
“You aren’t allowed to come,” he told Hank. “Not until I’m fucking you. Maybe.”
“Yes—” Hank panted. “Yes, Master Thomas.”
Thomas rewarded him with two hard, jarringswats. He gave Hank a moment to relish the sting before he began to rub and knead Hank’s reddened ass.
“Good boy,” Thomas praised. “Just relax and enjoy this feeling.” He parted Hank’s cheeks and exposed his asshole.
Hank whimpered and clung to Thomas’ calf.
“I’m still going to flog you,” Thomas said. He rubbed his thumb over Hank’s pucker. “How long since you’ve been fucked?” Hank’s littlehole was clenched up tight as could be.
“Months?” Hank answered, his voice shaky.
Thomas kept rubbing until the skin was warm and soft, then he pushed the tip of his thumb against that snug ring. “Months, hm? Too long, but I’m glad you’ve waited.”
“M-me too, Master Thomas.”
“Ready for more?” Thomas asked. God knewhewas.
Hank nodded and let go of his leg. “Yes, please. As much as you wantto give me.”
Thomas wanted to give Hank many things, and not all in one night. He helped Hank get to his feet. “I can think of so many things I want to do with you. It’d take a long time to get through them all, if that is even possible. With you for inspiration, I’d never lack for new ideas.”
“Thank you, Master Thomas. No one’s ever called me their inspiration before.” Hank smiled.
In thatmoment, Thomas knew that he could love Hank, given time. He would see to it that they were together as often as their schedules would allow. And if he had to do some rearranging so they’d be able to spend more time with each other, then that was what he’d do.
“Come with me.” He walked to the spanking bench. “Next time, I’ll want to push you more. For tonight, I want you bent over this.” He pattedthe bench.
“Yes, Master Thomas.” Hank moved with so much grace, he could have been a dancer.
It made Thomas curious. Later, after they had had their scene together, he intended to take Hank home with him and get to know him better.
“You’ll stay with me tonight,” Thomas said as he removed a strip of condoms and a few packets of lube from the supply cabinet. “Unless you have work or somethingthat would prohibit you from staying the night.”
“I’m off work for the next three days,” Hank said. “I work as a nurse at St. Luke’s OR.”
“Smart man. I couldn’t do what you do,” Thomas admitted. He set the lube and condoms down right beside Hank’s face, so he could see them, and grinned. Thomas picked up a flogger and gave it a couple of swings, put it down and tried a second one. “Ah, thisone. It feels good in my hand, and it’s weighty.”
Hank moaned and arched his lower back, tipping his little ass up. The skin was still red and it had to be sensitive.
“You like pain as well as submitting.” Thomas dragged the tips of the flogger over Hank’s butt.
“Oh yes, so much,” Hank rasped. “Both.”
