Page 44 of Trained Royal
He licked inside Patrick’s mouth, sucked on his tongue and pulled back, breathing heavily. He rested their foreheads together and closed his eyes. “You need to get back to your family.”
Patrick lifted his gaze. “I need you.”
“Tomorrow.”
“Promise you won’t back out?”
Kieren smiled. “I promise.” That was one promise he could keep.
“All right.” Patrick stepped back, and the cool air made Kieren wish he’d kept hold of him. The warmth of Patrick’s body against his chased away the coldness in his soul, even for a moment.
“Get some sleep. Take more paracetamol, too.”
“I will.”
Patrick smiled and walked away, Kieren watching every move he made until Patrick waved before shutting the door. Swallowing hard, he drifted through the building to his room, sank onto the bed without bothering to change, and spent far too many hours staring at the ceiling, wishing tomorrow night would arrive.
The moment the time came, though, he wished it was over and done with. This time, they had company at the club. It wasn’t just him and Patrick. The rest of the group had come, too. Not that they would be in the same room as Patrick and Kieren, but still. It felt weird that his employers knew what he was there for.
They had given Patrick a plastic brace to strap around his wrist to hopefully keep it from being hurt worse amongst the crowds of the club. Kieren wasn’t sure what to expect when the entire Tantalising Twelve joined them, but they were no different than normal, which shouldn’t have shocked Kieren, knowing them as he did, but it had. They’d also been joined by Quinn and his master for a few minutes.
He blushed furiously when Patrick had taken him by the hand, said goodbye to those who were with them and led him to one of the rooms. Nothing like advertising what they were going to do. Although not even Kieren knew what Patrick had planned. All he understood was that Patrick wouldn’t be striking him that day because Patrick’s wrist was still too sore.
As the door closed behind them, Patrick faced him. “As I said yesterday, today is about learning what other implements you might be interested in.” He squeezed his hand and let go, wandering over to a cupboard.
Kieren followed behind, eyes widening when he saw the sheer number of items hidden behind the doors.
Patrick chuckled. “Don’t be scared. Sit on the sofa, and I’ll bring some stuff out.”
“Let me help.”
“No. Sit.”
Kieren sank into the leather cushions, rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell had he agreed to?
Patrick brought several floggers—yes, he knew they were floggers—to the table and then sat beside him. “I’m going to go through the different types of floggers, the materials and the type of pain or non-pain it could give.” He picked up one that had a black leather handle with a rounded end on either side of it. Coming out of one end were several fur strips. “This is a rabbit flogger. It is one that would give little to no pain because it’s made completely of fur. They’re usually used more for sensation play. Feel it.” He held it out for Kieren.
It was as soft as it looked, but he wasn’t sure he believed it could give no pain. If that hit his ass, he was sure it would still hurt.
Patrick picked up another one. “This one is made from deer leather. It provides a light thud on your skin and is good for those who don’t want severe pain, but we can also use it as a warm-up or cool down with other floggers.”
This one looked more like the floggers he’d seen when he’d researched. A leather handle, as they all seemed to have, with individual leather strips of varying colours.
“This is a suede flogger. It gives a mix of a thud and a sting. And this is an oiled leather flogger. This gives a more severe sting.”
“What’s the difference between a thud and a sting in this case?”
Patrick tilted his head. “Have you ever high-fived someone and caught it slightly wrong and had that stinging against your palm?” Kieren nodded. “Think of the result of that as being the sharp, stinging sensation that fades fairly quickly. And when you fall to the floor unexpectedly in sparring? It’s a deeper, duller sensation over a wider area, which lasts longer and often bruises.”
“If you want to feel it for a while, go for the thud, and if you just want something short, go for the sting.”
“Yes.”
“What’s best for beginners?”
Patrick scrunched up his face. “There’s no best. It’s whatever you think you might enjoy, then we try them out. Experiment. Nothing extremely painful, of course.” He lifted his knee to the sofa and faced him. “Only if you want.”
“I do. It’s just a little overwhelming.”
