Page 48 of Whirlwind

Micah was trying to figure out what all of this meant, when two big, meaty hands drew his butt cheeks apart, and a soft, wet touch that could only be a tongue started circling his hole.

Waves of sensation rolled through him, as intense as the spankings, but in a completely different way.

The sub, that giant of a man in the lacy panties, was eating his ass with obvious enthusiasm. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. Every muscle in his body quivered, trying to get closer.

He’d never really thought about rimming before. It seemed vaguely gross and unnecessary. But now that it was happening, his whole body was attuned to that little circle of flesh. The sting of his cheeks as the sub gripped him tightly where he’d been spanked before only added to it.

He thrashed around, loving the jerk of the straps against his arms and Master Eric’s hand pressing his chest into the padding.

“Be still, boy.”

The command sent a whole different level of intensity through him. Not only was he physically restrained, but the Dom was expecting him to follow orders and restrain himself.

Micah forced himself to keep still, though every muscle trembled in place. The sub speared his tongue into his ass and Micah cried out in overwhelmed desperation.

But he managed to keep his body still, quivering at the added level of control that he was giving over to his Dom.

But quieting his body only made his moans louder. The sub was plunging his thick tongue in and out of Micah’s hole, mimicking a rapid fuck, and Micah was close to losing it.

“One more thing, boy,” Master Eric whispered in his ear. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

He was never going to make it.