“Good.” Her voice was softer now, and he could tell she was taking in the view. Enjoying it. She ran the edge of the belt across his shoulder, down his back, trailed the stiff leather strip over his ass. His skin tightened, in part because of the sensation and in part because he imagined her gaze followed the path of the leather. “Now stroke yourself for me.”
“What?”
The belt moved lower, between his thighs, and grazed his balls. He groaned. She shifted position until he sensed her standing at his side. Next thing he knew, the belt trailed along his shaft. He nearly groaned again. “Stroke yourself for me,” she repeated, infusing a brook-no-arguments tone into the instruction. “Since you’re such an expert on self-service, and so quick to accuse me of doing it wrong, I’m going to require a demonstration.”
“This would work better if I demonstrated on you, dontcha think?”
“That remains to be seen. Show me you know what you’re doing when it comes to you.”
“You’re going to watch me jerk off?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about the plan, but his dick throbbed eagerly—the exhibitionist.
“For starters.” She moved the belt around to his ass again, used the edge to trace a design along the sensitized skin. “Do you need some incentive, Logan?”
He wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. He was so hard, so brutally sensitive, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come right then and there. “Do you need to give me some incentive?”
“That’s entirely dependent on you.”
Right. “Let me just ask one last thing, for clarity’s sake.” He found he couldn’t quite hold still. Release hovered too close. He braced a hand on the wall in front of him and pumped his hips just a little, sliding his shaft inside the tight channel of his fist.
“Ask away.” The belt bounced lightly against his bobbing hips.
“Why are you punishing me?”
She was quiet for a long moment. The only sound in the room was the rough whisper of his hand working his dick. Finally, she said, “For making me want you.”
A drop of pre-come welled at the tip of his cock, burned there like liquid nitrogen. He swiped it with his palm, used it as lubricant as he moved his hand back down his shaft. “If it’s any consolation, I want you, too.”
“It’s not.”
“Okay then.” He planted his feet and rested his forehead against wall. “Do what you gotta do. But then it’s going to be my turn, and while you might hate how much you want me, by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to be thanking me at the top of your lungs.”
The sound of her running the belt through her hand served as her response. His mind conjured a picture of her carefully aligning the edges of the folded leather into a perfect strap.
His muscles quivered with anticipation, and just like that, he was clinging to a rock face, inches from the summit, hanging by his fingertips over a thousand-foot drop. Same exact sensations—adrenaline, euphoria, and a heightened awareness that the path ahead of him would test his mental and physical strength.
The belt slapped his ass. Hard.
“Jesus—”
“Oh my God.” Sophie’s cool palm splayed over his abused skin and her voice, full of contrition, filled his ear. “I’ve never done this before. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. Your poor backside…”
He breathed through the pain, but couldn’t hold back a sound as the sharp sting diffused into a low burn. Gentle fingers smoothed over his aggrieved nerve endings, adding another layer to the experience, and drawing him closer to the pinnacle.
“I don’t want your apology,” he managed through overtaxed lungs. “I want to know if you liked it. Did this excite you? Does taking a strap to my ass get you hot?”
“I…yes. It did.” Her breathless words were barely a whisper, but somehow he heard her over the roar of the impending orgasm gathering force in this body. The hesitant confession wound everything inside him even tighter.
“More excited than anything you imagined this morning on your own?”
“Y-yes.”
Now he was glad for the blindfold, because he didn’t think she’d have answered if he’d been staring her down. But her reluctant honesty inched him even closer to the edge. “Do it again.” His hand raced
over his cock, fast and furious.
“Logan—I don’t want to hurt you.”
He shook his head, even though it might have been a wasted gesture. For all he knew she was staring at his ass, getting a shameful thrill out of seeing the mark she’d put on him. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s…” He shivered, unable to put the sensation into words…to articulate what driving her to do something so beyond her comfort zone did to him. Luring shy Sophie out of her polite little shell worked his shit on some primitive level, and damn if he didn’t want to feel that again. If she needed a push, so be it. He knew how to push.