Page 73 of Trained Royal
Watching Patrick take control of a situation was hot as fuck. By the time they reached home, Kieren’s libido was making itself known, and he all but dragged Patrick to his room. Patrick’s room, that was.
When they were behind closed doors, Kieren pushed him against the door, getting right up close. “I want you to tie me up.”
He’d had a long discussion with Timothy about it because Kieren hadn’t believed he could give this to Patrick because of his inability to let go of his need to protect him, but he wanted to try. Timothy had advised that he try, which he planned to, and explain everything to Patrick, which he had yet to do. With everything going on, they were both full of tension, and he believed they were both in need of a release, but a different release to climaxing. Kieren wanted to feel the strikes on his ass, grounding him in the here and now, and Patrick needed the freedom impact play gave him.
He knew they had to be careful with Kieren’s and Patrick’s injuries, but theyneededthis.
“How?”
It took a minute for him to understand what Patrick was asking, and he swallowed. “I need a knot that I could undo myself. I can’t do this without having an escape available to me in case I need to protect you.”
Patrick nodded. “I know knots. I can do that. What about your side and arm?”
“I can stretch enough to put both arms above my head. I just need to keep myself from squirming too much.”
Patrick smirked. “Good luck with that.” He bit his lip. “What do you want?”
Kieren lowered his head to Patrick’s ear. “I want to feel it, and then I want to feel you.”
“Get undressed,” Patrick ordered, pushing away from the door, meaning Kieren had to step back.
He continued stepping back until he knew he was in the middle of the room, then lifted his hands to his shirt. He didn’t make the unveiling last longer than was necessary, stripping it off as quickly as possible. His trousers went the same way, and he shoved his boxers down at the same time. Patrick stalked towards him, and it took everything in Kieren to stand his ground. He wasn’t afraid, but the power exuding off Patrick would’ve been a heady experience if he hadn’t already witnessed it.
“On the bed on your stomach,” Patrick said, lifting his hands to his own shirt.
Kieren followed the directions, resting his cheek on a pillow and keeping his arms by his side for the moment. If Patrick wanted them somewhere else, he would ask. Watching Patrick undress was almost as good as him being naked in the first place. Each inch of skin that he exposed was a trial of Kieren’s patience. Patrick finally dropped his clothes to the floor on top of Kieren’s. Then he wandered over to his chest of drawers and pulled out two ties.
“I’m going to tie you tight enough that you can feel it but with a strip that you can pull on to free yourself. But,” he said, “you must only use it in an emergency. Being frustrated or wanting to touch me is not a good enough excuse.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kieren said.
“Onto your knees and arms above your head,” Patrick ordered, and Kieren complied with hardly a thought.
Patrick knelt by his shoulder, wrapping the tie around one wrist before securing it to the headboard. “Can you reach the strip?” he asked. Kieren peered up at his hand and grabbed the strip of tie hanging down. “Good.”
He climbed off the bed, walked all the way around to the other side and climbed back on again, repeating the tying action with his other wrist.
“Can you reach this one?” Patrick asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
Patrick climbed off the bed again and headed for his cupboard. He disappeared for a few long seconds, reappearing with a flogger.
“This one is slightly firmer than the previous one I used on you. It should still only leave a sting, which is short-lived, but it will last slightly longer than the previous one. I’m going to run it over your back, and you can feel what it’s like.”
Kieren hadn’t expected the material to be cold, but he assumed it would warm up as they progressed. Patrick slid the falls of the flogger down his back, over his ass and down his legs and then back again. He did this several times, but on his next journey down, he paused at his ass cheeks and rubbed it harder against his skin.
“I’ll start off soft and slow, but don’t forget your colours. I’ll be asking because we’re still learning what you like.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Kieren, with his head buried in the pillow as it was, had no indication other than that to know it was coming, and he waited and waited until a sharp smack sounded and a slightly delayed lick of pain spread across his backside. He hissed on instinct, but by the time the pain flared, it was already receding again.
“Colour?”
