Page 88 of Atlas & Miles
“I know you saw what I have in my hand, boy. What’s your color?”
“Green, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” My dick hardened until it stuck straight out between my parted legs, bobbing for attention, my balls tight beneath it. Atlas laid a foot against my balls—holy shit, he’d put on heels—and pressed just enough for me to feel it, for the fear to shoot through me at what he might do next.
After a long, terrifying moment, he pulled back, and I stared at those gorgeous forest-green satin heels that had nearly made me lose my breath.
The end of the crop was tucked under my chin, and I let Atlas use it to bring my head up so he could look me in the eye. His expression was stern, but the love in his eyes was everything I needed. Fuck, I loved him so much.
“You’ve gone a long time without a reddened ass, haven’t you, boy?”
I nodded.
“It’s about time I warmed it for you. Since you’ve not had the crop before, let’s start with ten, shall we?”
“Yes, Daddy. That sounds perfect.”
He nodded toward the bed. “On your feet, then bend over, elbows on the bed.” As soon as I assumed the position, Atlas tossed the crop beside me—right where I could see it, the sadist—and grabbed both cheeks. As he massaged them, warming me up, I grinned. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
After a minute, he picked up the crop, moving to my side. “Remind me of your safe words, baby boy.”
“Green is good to go, yellow is slow down or pause, and red means everything stops.”
“Good boy.” He pressed a soft kiss to my left cheek then my right. “Count for me, baby.” Then he swung.
I cried out a “One!” at the sharp sting that sliced across my left cheek, realizing that one, I’d forgotten how much this could hurt, and two, I was so out of practice.
Oh, and three, that I’d missed this so much.
The next strike hit, and I screamed out a “Two!” My legs shook as my body tried to absorb the pain in my right cheek.
Atlas, being the sadist he was, rubbed what was sure to be visible red lines across my cheeks. “Good boy. Now brace yourself. Here comes number three.”
I shouted my way through the next seven stinging strikes before Atlas paused again, letting me catch my breath as he rubbed the ache into my muscles.
“Last one, baby. And I’m not holding back.”
I heard and felt theswishof the crop arcing through the air before its stinging blow struck both of my ass cheeks, making me call out and fall onto the bed as I eked out a weak “Ten.” Atlas’sentire body was there, covering the bottom half of my back in a hug from behind as I came down from my high. I hadn’t hit subspace—I needed a more dull, thudding pain over a longer period of time for that to work—but euphoria was still running through me. The crop had sure been fun to try.
After I’d settled a bit, Atlas took off his sweatshirt and crawled onto the bed. Then he leaned against the headboard, pulling me into his arms for the sweetest of aftercare. After a few still moments, he reached for his bottle of water and handed it to me to finish. I gulped it down gratefully, wishing for more but not wanting to move from my Daddy’s arms.
“How was that, my love?” Atlas asked, pushing my hair out of my face.
I smiled up at him, feeling a little love-drunk. “Perfect, Daddy. Though . . . I may only want the crop every once in a while. That was intense.”
“Of course, sweet boy. I’m proud of you for trying something new.”
I caught his gaze, and love poured between us as our eyes held. “Always for you, Daddy.”
A few more minutes passed, then he tapped my back lightly to encourage me to stand up. I followed him into the kitchen—him in his sweats, me completely naked—and downed another water bottle while he started dinner.
It was so wonderfully domestic, so perfect for the first night in our new home, the first night of the rest of our lives.
And tomorrow, when we faced our future together, as we settled into our new life, I would finally get the chance to love him out loud, just like he deserved.
Atlas
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