Page 11 of Their Master

Luke smirked and then slapped Smith hard enough across the face that he tasted blood.

“Good boy,” he praised, the demeaning words and painful sting as intoxicating as opium.

Luke left Smith quivering with indignation, rage, and arousal and disappeared into the dressing room, emerging a moment later with two black leather items.

“I’m going to be kind and let you pick which tool I use to punish you. This?” Luke hefted the seven tailed flogger in his right hand. It was a beautiful whip that Smith had ordered from a craftsman in Berlin. The cleverly contoured wooden grip was shaped like a phallus and inset with silver rings that provided a great deal of stimulation when used for penetration.

Luke lifted his other hand. “Or this?”

The second implement was the product of England’s oldest and most respected whip-maker, R.Q. Haynes: a plaited riding crop with a wide leather keeper at the tip.

Smith nodded at the flogger. It had been a long time since he’d endured a whipping and he didn’t think he was up to the crop.

“Excellent choice,” Luke said, once again disappearing, this time behind him rather than into the other room.

Curious—and nervous—Smith twisted his head to see what Luke was doing.

He received a stinging swat with the crop—not the flail—across the back of his thighs for his effort.

“If I wanted you to look in this direction, I would have tied you facing this way. Do it again and you will regret it,” Luke said, his breath hot on Smith’s neck. “Nod if you understand me,” he snapped when Smith did nothing.

Smith nodded vigorously.

Luke was not jesting—hewouldmake Smith regret any disobedience. The man was like another person entirely when he got his hands on a whip.

He was bloody delicious. But also rather terrifying.

There were more sounds of movement behind him and then an aggravating silence. Smith’s body tensed with dread and expectation. Not that his cock was frightened; indeed, it continued to leak and throb with mindless anticipation.

“We can’t have you going off too quickly,” Luke muttered as he came around to the front. He had taken off his coat, vest, and shirt and was wearing only black trousers and boots.

Smith groaned at the sight of Luke’s naked torso. Not only was he in prime physical condition, but he had continued to shave his chest and armpits even though Smith had neglected him for months.

Something about that silent sign of devotion tugged at Smith’s heart, not that he fooled himself that it was desire for Smith that caused Luke to maintain such severe grooming. No, Luke would have continued to prepare himself according to Smith’s desires because he was a superlative servant.

Luke dropped to one knee in front of Smith and secured a leather thong around the base of his cock and balls. He fastened the strap snuggly enough to keep Smith from ejaculating too quickly, but not so tightly that it restricted all blood flow.

“How does that feel?” Luke gave Smith’s prick another hard slap when he didn’t nod quickly enough.

Smith’s eyes teared and he squeezed them shut.

“Look at me.”

Smith’s eyes flew open in time to watch as the palms of Luke’s huge hands swatted his engorged shaft one way, and then another.

His howl was no more than a choked whimper and the room tilted, darkness encroaching on his vision as he struggled to hold the other man’s gaze.

Luke grunted. “Good lad,” he said, but then delivered a final, stinging slap. “Next time you look away or close your eyes I’ll whip your cock with that crop.”

Behind the brutally tight gag Smith moaned and shook his head vigorously from side to side.

Luke chuckled evilly. “If you make pretty noises like that, I might do that anyway. I bet I could make you come all over yourself with a proper cock whipping.”

Smith seriously doubted it. Still, if anyone could make him orgasm by flogging his erect penis, it would be Luke.

Luke commenced the whipping lightly enough, his arm quickly falling into a rhythm.

The soft strips of leather did not hurt—much—on the thin skin of his torso and Smith reveled in his inability to do anything butfeel.

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