Page 45 of My Skin Begs You Please

Luke

I knew theeasiest way to take his breath away, to transport him to another place, would be to hurt the most sensitive part of him. Plus, I always had fun doing that to a submissive, especially if they’d never had it done before—and I knew Minty hadn’t—because invariably, at some point, there was utter terror in their eyes, and my inner sadist got off super hard on that.

I considered his poor bruised ass, glancing between the bed and the bench, and finally decided on strapping him to the bench. He was a pain slut. He’d like the additional discomfort of his bruised butt on a harder surface than a mattress.

“C’mere,” I said, pulling him forward into a cuddle against my chest. I cupped his head and pressed his tear-wet face against my pecs. “Lick my tits.”

He didn’t hesitate, licking and sucking my nipples with his greedy mouth. I stroked his hair, letting him work, getting hard again as he did. I decided to quickly, succinctly take him apart so that he’d shortly be a screaming, begging mess.

“Stand up straight, slut,” I said, tugging him off my nipple with a quick jerk to his hair. He must have had bruises on his scalp from all the hair pulling the other night and earlier because he winced harder than before, and enough tears came to his eyes that a few drops slipped down his cheeks. Fuck, that was beautiful. I wondered what it would take to make him truly cry. Those were tears of pain, not the sobs of a cracked-open boy laying his soul bare for the man who’d mastered him.

“Over here,” I said, dragging him by the hair again to the benchand shoving him down toward it. He was aroused, his cock pearling at the tip with pre-cum. I wished part of this scene could involve me sucking him off, but I also knew that wasn’t what Mitchell needed. If any part of my mouth was going to touch his cock or balls, it’d be my teeth. No sweetness. Not for Mitchell. Not today.

Positioning him on the bench, I got the restraints ready. I showed them to him. “What’s your safe word again, slut?”

“Poodle, Sir.”

“Say it if you need to,” I said, though I was sure he would. Our prior scene experience had proven that, though I was still sorry he’d had to use it at all due to a hard boundary being hit mistakenly.

“Yes, Sir.”

I strapped him up the way I wanted—head to the bench, hips to the bench, ankles to a short spreader bar, and wrists to ankles which kept him open and exposed. He was shivering, his nipples hard and his cock harder. When I had him locked down, I reached for his nipples and pinched them both, hard and long, until he whimpered and squirmed from the pain.

“Look at this nasty hole,” I said, leaning close to get a good look at his anus, checking for any tears from where I’d fucked him last time. I knew he was at increased risk for infection, but if I went too easy on him, he’d hurt himself worse with someone else. “Your hole’s hungry for my cum isn’t it, bitch?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I slapped the knot of muscle hard, accidentally grazing his bruised ass cheeks too.

He jolted. “Sir!”

“You don’t get my cum in your ass until you’ve earned it.”

“How can I earn it?” he begged. “I’ll do anything, Sir. I want your cum.”

I spit on him, aiming for his face but hitting his chest, and then I gave in to my own lusts and knelt to dive between his cheeks. Istuck my tongue up his hole, licking and sucking as he squirmed against the restraints and panted, whining with pleasure. When his asshole started fluttering around my tongue eagerly, I pulled back and bit the flaring rim. He screamed, more in shock than pain.

“That’s just the start,” I whispered, standing up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re going to beg me to stop before we’re through.”

He shook his head, his eyes dilated and his breath coming fast. “No, Sir. I won’t. I want it. Hurt me. Hurt me so bad I won’t forget it for the rest of my life.” He laughed bitterly. “My short fucking life.”

I didn’t think he knew what he was granting me permission to do, though I’d made sure the checklists and forms were very clear, and he’d understood exactly what he was offering up at the time. But new subs never really understood. Not until they’d experienced it.

I wondered if he’d use his safe word again. I was all right with that. That’s what it was for…

“Get ready,” I told him, touching his cock with one finger, sliding it to the tip. He tried to lift his hips, but the restraints held him steady. “This is going to hurt.”

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Minty

I hadn’t known.

I hadn’t realized the possibilities.

All the excruciating, tormenting, awful, glorious possibilities.

At least not when I’d checked off Cock & Ball Torture on the checklist of kinks I agreed were on the table for our scenes, butnowI knew.

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