Page 58 of Blindsided

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I-it would have to be very compelling.”

Crossing my arms, I stepped back enough to give him room to stand. “I’m compelled to teach you what happens when you go back on your word.”

“And h-how are you going to d-do that?” To his credit, Lincoln was trying hard to stay in character, but his anticipation and arousal had grown to a point he couldn’t hide his excitement at what was about to happen.

My smirk was genuine. This scene was playing out beautifully and the desk was the perfect height to bend Lincoln over it. He needed to escape his demons and I knew exactly how to help him do that. “You say jump and everyone’s asked how high for way too long. You need a lesson in respect. And I have just the thing.”

Lincoln’s eyebrow rose in challenge. “Is that so? And what do you have in mind?”

“A good, firm spanking. One that you will remember every time you sit down.”

He jumped to his feet, ready to argue, but had only managed to open his mouth when I reached around and swatted the side of his ass. Lincoln gasped at the contact, his argument dying before it had even formed, and I took the chance to crowd his space and reach for the button on his pants.

Thank fuck the man had taken ease of access into account when he’d chosen his outfit for the night. The button popped open easily and the zipper followed without any additional work from me. His hard cock pressed against his underwear, the black cotton doing little to hide his arousal.

My finger traced the length of his erection and Lincoln’s entire body shuddered. “I wonder how much of an actual punishment this will be?”

He opened his mouth to say something, but I silenced him with a finger over his lips. “Oh no. Your time for talking is over. This is my time. And I’m going to remind you what it’s like to have someone else be in control.”

The whimper he let out told me everything I needed to know and I spun him around, his pants still around his ankles. “Hands on the desk. Ass out.” Zachary and the moderators had put effort into every room and their attention to detail was especially appreciated in the current space. The desk was sturdy enough that I knew it could easily hold his weight and heavy enough it wouldn’t move no matter how hard I spanked, flogged, or fucked him against it. And while there was a lamp and a pen jar on the desktop as well as a few manilla folders for added authenticity—though even they had been stacked on a far edge—the space in the middle of the desk had been left completely open, just waiting for a misbehaving sub to be bent over it and used.

When Lincoln didn’t move, I pressed on his back and he bent forward, his hands coming to rest on the desk. “This is highly uncalled for.”

I clucked my tongue at his protest and tugged his underwear down his legs. “I beg to differ. I think this is exactly what you’ve been wanting. At least if that erection can be believed.” My hand came down without warning, striking his pretty ass and bringing a yelp of surprise from my stubborn CEO.

He hissed and squirmed, his cheeks clenching automatically, but I didn’t give him time to recover before landing another swat. The crack filled the room and with it, two figures appeared in the open doorway. We’d both agreed the idea of spanking Lincoln with an audience was hot, and neither of us had a problem with people watching us fuck. I actually found myself leaning more into my role with the unfamiliar eyes on me, any doubts leaving my mind as I focused on bringing Lincoln the pleasure-pain he both needed and wanted.

His spanking continued until his ass was red and warm to the touch. Each time my hand made contact with his backside, I alternated between sweet praise and admonishments for not having learned his lesson. He’d gone from half-hearted protests to begging for more and harder, nodding his head every time I reminded him he’d been bad.

With both of us warmed up and as relaxed as we could be with the sexual tension crackling between us, I stepped back to remove my coat and drape it over the chair, then grabbed the satin bag.

“Look at that cock, so fucking hard and dripping onto the desk. You’re enjoying this. All that bravado and bluster and you’re bent over there, begging for more.”

Lincoln nodded, his back damp and a few beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and onto the wood below him. “Please, Sir. I-I need more. I need to learn.”

I ran the tips of the flogger's leather tassels up his spine. “Oh, believe me, I am nowhere near done with you. You’re going to be begging me to stop before I’m done.”

Goosebumps rose across Lincoln’s skin and he adjusted his stance, his body remembering the feel of the flogger and how to position himself to take the blows. The leather was soft and supple. No matter how much force I put into a blow, the contact wouldn’t be painful. It might sting, it might even leave a small welt if I landed on an extra sensitive spot, but the flogger was meant for beginners. He could take a much more intense flogging than what I had planned, but even as I ran the leather over my hand, I knew this was the right one to use this time.

I refamiliarized myself with the grip and motion with a few light blows to his tender ass. Wrapping my hand around the braided leather handle was like coming home after a long road trip—warm, comforting, and familiar. I turned it in my hand a few times while refusing to allow memories from what felt like a lifetime ago to infiltrate the present. I finally had to force myself to push them away for later.

Lincoln’s predictable wiggles and hisses helped ground me in the here and now. His erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest despite the new sensations. I was pretty sure he was hissing from the contact his dick was making with the desk when he rocked into each blow, not from pain or discomfort at what I was doing.

“You will not come while I flog you.”

His head rolled in a near circular motion, leaving me unable to decide if he was agreeing with me or not. To take his mind off his growing arousal, I gripped the flogger harder and brought it down with as much force as I was comfortable with. The rhythmic thuds and slaps of leather against skin had the air heavy with arousal and desire, and Lincoln’s whimpers had turned into full-blown shouts of need and pleas for me to stop.

He hadn’t used his safeword. I knew the words were tumbling from his mouth due to his arousal, and I continued. I pushed a little harder until the pleas to stop turned into pleas to come and begging for me to fill his ass. I landed the final blow as Lincoln whimpered. “Need you, need to come. Please, fuck me. Fuck me, now. I-I-I’m gonna come.”

I leaned over him far enough to whisper darkly into his ear. “You will not come, Link. You will be a good sub and wait for me to tell you when to come.”

He nodded, though the movement looked like it took every bit of energy he had left in him. As a reward, I licked up his spine, salty skin and a hint of his arousal filling my senses, and removing my jeans became more urgent. I swiped the lube from the top of the filing cabinet at the same time I worked my pants open with my other hand.

I had to focus all my attention on stretching his ass with one, then two, then finally three fingers despite my body's intense need to be inside of him. It wasn’t hard to imagine coming just from sliding the condom over my cock.

We weren’t the only ones enjoying ourselves. A few of our onlookers had their dicks out. In one case, a Dom had his hand wrapped around his submissive’s cock while he whispered something in the man’s ear that was making him blush and squirm where he stood. They were only on the periphery of my awareness, though. The majority of my focus was on Lincoln, my hand working the condom over my cock a distant second. Our test results were due back any day, and I was cursing the delay as I hissed with the effort to keep from jacking myself off before getting inside him.

I knew my hairy thighs would be abrasive on his tender skin, and my thrusts into him were bound to be uncomfortable wherever my body met his. As I slid into him, I almost forgot to be gentle as his body accepted me with ease. A hiss mingled with my sigh when I bottomed out inside of him.

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