floor.
It’d sucked up more than half of his appointment, but the lesson had been well learned.
But right here, right now, with Danielle slapping his ass and every stroke flashing straight to his cock and balls—
He gritted his teeth so hard, he could have sworn he heard a crown pop off.
I’m going to—
She stopped.
Nathan slumped against the post, mentally and physically exhausted.
“Lovely. Just Lovely.” She murmured other compliments as he hung there, sweat dribbling down his chest.
So close.
Nathan pushed his breath out through clenched teeth, pulling back from the edge.
She caressed his ass. “Hands up. Let’s take it over to the couch.”
He grunted as her hands drew over his arms and reached up to unlock the cuffs. They were good leather, secure enough to take his thrashing as he twisted back and forth. He’d ordered them special from the same place that had provided the whipping post, and they remained chained to the thick wood despite his best attempts to pull them free.
He’d ordered them after Kate’s first visit when she’d used her own, getting a referral from her as to what would suit her needs best. She’d been impressed but cautious, pointing out he didn’t have to purchase anything—HP Dommes brought everything they needed.
Nathan had placed the order for the whipping post with the same company not long after that, dipping into his savings.
Mine.
Every time he went into the basement, he saw it and knew it was a part of him, a cherished piece of his soul he could no longer deny.
He loved when Danielle bound him to the post.
She drew the strap through the buckles slowly before flipping them away from his aching wrists. The insides were felt lined so there wouldn’t be any visible bruises despite his twisting and turning.
There was only so much he could pass off at work as exercise-related injuries.
Nathan winced as he straightened, feeling his back muscles protest. His left shoulder ached, and not in a good way. He rolled it back and forth with a pained grunt.
“Are you okay?” She was at his ear in a second, stroking his shoulder.
“I’m good.” He bent back and heard his spine pop like he’d stepped on a roll of bubble wrap.
Oh yeah.
He staggered the handful of steps to the couch where she was waiting, part of him glad the session was over and the other part wishing he could have her for the entire day.
And night.
Danielle laid out the two cans of energy drink along with a small open packet of chocolates and two granola bars, all from Nathan’s pre-stocked cooler set beside the couch.
After all she did for him, the least he could do was supply the treats.
Sometimes she added her own goodies to the stash, like the raspberry hard candies he adored. She’d never told him where she bought them, despite his best efforts to wheedle the information out of her.
Nathan sighed as he half sat, half fell onto the light brown cushions next to her.
Danielle moved closer and drew the blanket over him. She pulled him into a tight hug and stroked his arms.
“You were wonderful.”
Nathan nuzzled her neck and smelled her unique sweet scent, heightened by their mutual sweat. “So were you.”
Danielle tapped the ring at the front of his collar with a disapproving pout.
“Mistress,” he added with a grin.
She smiled and offered him two chocolates that melted in his mouth, giving him a fast sugar rush.
He licked his lips, letting the endorphins ease out of his system. The brief rush into subspace was glorious, as it always was, but coming down sucked big-time.
The rush was so worth it, however.
“It’s time.” The wistful tone in her words washed away the last of his euphoria. She reached for the small key on the table. A few seconds later, the collar was off and sat on the table, waiting until their next session. It was the last official act of her visit, and now there was nothing left than the rest and recovery for them both.
Danielle reached for her phone and
It’d sucked up more than half of his appointment, but the lesson had been well learned.
But right here, right now, with Danielle slapping his ass and every stroke flashing straight to his cock and balls—
He gritted his teeth so hard, he could have sworn he heard a crown pop off.
I’m going to—
She stopped.
Nathan slumped against the post, mentally and physically exhausted.
“Lovely. Just Lovely.” She murmured other compliments as he hung there, sweat dribbling down his chest.
So close.
Nathan pushed his breath out through clenched teeth, pulling back from the edge.
She caressed his ass. “Hands up. Let’s take it over to the couch.”
He grunted as her hands drew over his arms and reached up to unlock the cuffs. They were good leather, secure enough to take his thrashing as he twisted back and forth. He’d ordered them special from the same place that had provided the whipping post, and they remained chained to the thick wood despite his best attempts to pull them free.
He’d ordered them after Kate’s first visit when she’d used her own, getting a referral from her as to what would suit her needs best. She’d been impressed but cautious, pointing out he didn’t have to purchase anything—HP Dommes brought everything they needed.
Nathan had placed the order for the whipping post with the same company not long after that, dipping into his savings.
Mine.
Every time he went into the basement, he saw it and knew it was a part of him, a cherished piece of his soul he could no longer deny.
He loved when Danielle bound him to the post.
She drew the strap through the buckles slowly before flipping them away from his aching wrists. The insides were felt lined so there wouldn’t be any visible bruises despite his twisting and turning.
There was only so much he could pass off at work as exercise-related injuries.
Nathan winced as he straightened, feeling his back muscles protest. His left shoulder ached, and not in a good way. He rolled it back and forth with a pained grunt.
“Are you okay?” She was at his ear in a second, stroking his shoulder.
“I’m good.” He bent back and heard his spine pop like he’d stepped on a roll of bubble wrap.
Oh yeah.
He staggered the handful of steps to the couch where she was waiting, part of him glad the session was over and the other part wishing he could have her for the entire day.
And night.
Danielle laid out the two cans of energy drink along with a small open packet of chocolates and two granola bars, all from Nathan’s pre-stocked cooler set beside the couch.
After all she did for him, the least he could do was supply the treats.
Sometimes she added her own goodies to the stash, like the raspberry hard candies he adored. She’d never told him where she bought them, despite his best efforts to wheedle the information out of her.
Nathan sighed as he half sat, half fell onto the light brown cushions next to her.
Danielle moved closer and drew the blanket over him. She pulled him into a tight hug and stroked his arms.
“You were wonderful.”
Nathan nuzzled her neck and smelled her unique sweet scent, heightened by their mutual sweat. “So were you.”
Danielle tapped the ring at the front of his collar with a disapproving pout.
“Mistress,” he added with a grin.
She smiled and offered him two chocolates that melted in his mouth, giving him a fast sugar rush.
He licked his lips, letting the endorphins ease out of his system. The brief rush into subspace was glorious, as it always was, but coming down sucked big-time.
The rush was so worth it, however.
“It’s time.” The wistful tone in her words washed away the last of his euphoria. She reached for the small key on the table. A few seconds later, the collar was off and sat on the table, waiting until their next session. It was the last official act of her visit, and now there was nothing left than the rest and recovery for them both.
Danielle reached for her phone and
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