Page 47 of Whirlwind

He seemed to be going out of his way to keep at least one hand on Micah at all times, and he appreciated it. He was handing over control, but he would always know where Master Eric was.

“Look at that tight little ass,” Master Eric growled. His voice wasn’t overly loud, but Micah could tell that it was now meant for everyone in their little crowd.

It was going to be a bit of a performance, with Micah in the starring role. “I bet it would look good nice and red from my hand.”

Oh god, oh god. Micah was going to explode. He’d been so focused on the sex that he’d forgotten that he’d mentioned this little detail.

Master Eric’s hand massaged his butt a few more times. Then, without warning, he felt two sharp slaps against his skin. The feeling was electric, painful and beautiful all at once. He tried to arc back, but Master Eric’s other hand was waiting on his back and held him firmly in place.

Micah heard himself crying out, but before he could even draw a breath, he felt two more stinging slaps. They landed right on top of the last marks and fell even harder. He sucked in a moan, thrashing under Master Eric’s hands. He loved the feeling of being constrained while he struggled.

This was better than anything he’d imagined. Watching it in porn had always turned him on, but it was more intellectual. And the ex who’d given him a couple swats hadn’t really been trying.

This was the real thing. This was fire in his veins, lightning in his bones. The swats came down in a steady pattern, alternating cheeks and covering his ass from top to bottom. Every place they hit now had already been hit many times before, adding to the pain and pleasure.

He could hear the other men’s voices, complimenting Master Eric and perhaps appreciating the shape or color of his ass, but he was too overwhelmed to pay much attention.

It was all he could do to hang on, absorbing each of the smacks and crying out his sobbing joy.

With a final hard smack, Master Eric seemed to be done. Micah kept shaking with the echoes.

His eyes were closed as he floated, too absorbed in his own body to open them. He quietly marveled at how relaxed and limp he felt, even though he was a hair-trigger away from orgasm.

Then, Master Eric scratched his fingernails across his tender ass and Micah’s eyes flew open.

Master Eric was kneeling right in front of his tilted face, and their eyes collided.

Master Eric’s hand slid up his back, over the harness, and up to his face. He cupped his cheek and wiped away a tear. Then he pressed his lips to Micah’s. “That was beautiful, boy. I’m so proud of you.”

Micah’s heart swelled with pride and gratitude. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Are you ready for what’s next?” Master Eric whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Sir.”

Master Eric stood, but kept his hand resting on Micah’s back. He spoke to the men around him, but Micah knew the words were meant for him, too. “I think this boy deserves a good, hard fuck, don’t you?”

The dirty language was driving Micah wild. Something inside him resonated and shook open at the idea of being used like this. The mixed voices of the men’s responses only furthered his desires, making it more real.

The hand on his back drifted back down to his ass, which was now stinging and sensitive to every touch. The blunt fingers ran down his crack and tapped at his pucker. Micah squirmed and felt himself fluttering to open.

“He’s got two tight holes that need to be filled. Just use a different condom if you’re going to try them both. He says yellow or red and you stop immediately.”

Micah realized he hadn’t even been thinking about condoms, let alone the infections that might come from using the same one in both holes. He’d kind of assumed that people would use condoms because the club had a good reputation and screened its members, but he should have discussed it.

He was very, very lucky that Master Eric had taken care of that for him. It made him feel taken care of in much larger ways, like he was a cherished possession and Master Eric wouldn’t allow any harm to come to him.

Those fingers tapped at him again and pressed lightly inside. “Fuck, is he tight. Needs someone to loosen him up.”

It was sexy as hell being referred to in that slightly removed third-person way, like he was present but also an object to be used.

He felt a tingle of fear as it really started to sink in how vulnerable he was. He wanted this, but it was also scary to be completely bound while unknown people did things to him that he couldn’t even see.

It was also really hot.

A big part of that sexiness, he realized, was the sense that Master Eric was controlling the scene. It wasn’t a free-for-all, and Master Eric would make sure that he was not only safe, but enjoying himself.

Micah heard another voice, and it took him a moment to realize it wasn’t directed at him. “Get on in there, boy. You know that you want to.”