Page 74 of Trained Royal
“Green, Sir.”
The pain flared again, slightly sharper this time, and heat bloomed outwards. Kieren panted, wishing he had known about this kind of play many years ago. Then he shook his head, dispelling the thought. He couldn’t imagine experiencing this with anyone but Patrick.
“Colour?”
“Green, Sir.”
The responding smack was quicker this time, the bite sharper still. Patrick rubbed a hand over his skin, and Kieren felt a slight easing in the sting. As Patrick had described to him before, it was very similar to when he’d smacked his hand against something too hard and left behind a tingling sensation. It was something he didn’t mind because afterwards it appeared to warm him, almost as if it heated him from the inside out. He couldn’t really understand how it worked or even explain it should anyone ever ask him, but that was the nearest he could describe it.
“Again?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
Patrick smacked him twice in rapid succession, and Kieren gripped the ties holding him bound—not the strips that would release him, but the ones keeping him tethered.
“More, please, Sir.”
Another sharp sting went through him, and he released a breath. Another smack, and another. Patrick’s hand returned, rubbing against the skin, squeezing his ass cheeks and sending tendrils of pain outwards. It was almost as if the area aroundwhere was being struck was waiting to receive similar attention. He knew it wouldn’t, though, because Patrick had explained there were certain areas of the body where it was not safe for any kind of impact play. He also mentioned that some people didn’t care about the dangers involved, but that was their choice. Patrick refused to do anything to harm him, and Kieren was thankful for that.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Patrick said. “Let’s get some cream on you, and then we can relax.”
Kieren shook his head against the pillow. “No, Sir. Please.”
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“I need you. Please. Please, I need you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, Sir. I want to feel you. I want to feel you and feel the result of the flogging. I want to feel both at the same time.”
He knew he was asking a lot because Patrick had told him he rarely got aroused by impact play, but he was hoping it was different with it being him. Patrick had become hard last time, and he had to hope he was then. He was sure Patrick would say something if he couldn’t do what Kieren had asked. He heard Patrick moving around but didn’t have the energy to lift his head. Instead, he basked in the warmth radiating from his buttocks, grateful for his wonderful prince for showing him what was possible.
He felt the bed dip by his feet, and a hand rested against his lower back.
“Colour?”
“Green, Sir.”
Kieren heard a click and then a coolness against his pucker. Patrick massaged his hole, rubbing the lube around repeatedly. When he made no attempt to penetrate him, Kieren pushed back, receiving a sharp tap on his ass.
“Sorry, Sir.”
Patrick resumed his massage, and Kieren gritted his teeth while he waited for more. His side was aching a little, but that was more than likely due to his squirming than anything else. Patrick pressed a fingertip inside him, breaching his ring of muscles and making Kieren whimper. That was the start of a long, drawn-out stretching that had Kieren biting his lip constantly against the need to impale himself.
By the time Patrick had stretched him with three fingers, Kieren was babbling, and not even he could understand what he was saying.
“Ready?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
He felt Patrick’s blunt head at his entrance, and he bore down, wanting him inside as quickly as possible. He could barely feel the sting any longer, except when Patrick squeezed or rubbed a hand over his skin.
Unfortunately, Patrick didn’t go quickly. He did short, sharp jabs forward and back, taking his time, dragging it out. Kieren bit off a curse but planned to return the favour one day. When Patrick was finally all the way inside, Kieren sighed, wishing they could stay this way forever.
Patrick gripped Kieren’s hips, his fingers wrapping around the sides, his thumbs pressing in where the flogger had laid its strikes. The bite of pain returned, and Kieren gasped.
“Please, Sir.”
