Page 102 of Protecting his Secrets

Kieren knocked on the door and waited until Nick opened it before waving and leaving them alone. Malachi entered the room, meeting Freddie’s gaze while Nick locked the door behind them. He stepped into Nick’s arms and clung to him, inhaling his scent.

“We don’t have to do this.”

Malachi pulled back. “I want to. I really do. I’m just nervous as I would be if I was going on a rollercoaster ride for the first time.” He glanced at Freddie and smiled. “Thank you for being here.”

They had decided—well, Nick had requested—that having Freddie in the room would help with any potential incidents and would make them both feel better. And he’d agreed immediately when they’d approached him about it.

“Are you ready?” Nick asked.

“Yes.”

Nick led him over to the St Andrew’s Cross they’d arranged for the room. It had been discussed as to the best way to experience the first whipping, and Freddie had said that being restrained and therefore not able to move would make things easier on Nick and Malachi because it would reduce the chance of injuries.

Malachi removed his shorts, leaving him in a jock, and stepped up to the cross. Nick fastened him to it, trailing his fingers over his skin as he did. He glanced at Freddie, but the prince was reading a book and not looking at him.

“Have you decided on your safe word?”

“The traffic lights.”

“Good. As a reminder, if you are unsure, you need to say yellow or red immediately and don’t wait for me to ask. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you’re ready, I will start with your warm-up.”

“I’m ready, Sir.” Malachi breathed, calming his racing heart.

“I’m going to rub some body disinfectant into your skin to protect you.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The liquid was cool, to begin with, but as Nick rubbed in circular motions across his back and ass cheeks, it began to warm. Once he had finished with that, he continued the circles with his hands, heating the skin more, and then, after explaining the next step, he began with small taps on his ass. When Nick decreed him sufficiently warmed, he then rubbed the tails of the whip along his skin, getting him used to the sensation, though he knew it would be much different when it turned into a whip.

Malachi lost track of time during the warm-up, and he enjoyed the sensation of Nick’s hands on him, and the difference between that and the whip itself was easy to decipher. His mind floated, his body humming as the sensations floated through him.

“Are you ready for more?” Nick asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Malachi said, eager to feel the bite.

“I’ll do five strokes to begin with. Count for me.”

There was a brief lull where Malachi tensed, expecting to be whipped, but it never came, and as he relaxed when it still never happened, it finally did. The sting took his breath away for a second, and then he inhaled again as the heat spread through his body.

“One,” he whispered. Another sting, and his breath hitched again. “Two.” Another. “Three. Four. Five.”

Then Nick was in front of him, cupping his jaw. There was a slight pressure on his wrist, but he ignored it in favour of staring at his boyfriend. He smiled, his head spinning a little.

“How are you feeling, Kai?” Nick asked.

“Loopy.” He grinned, and Nick smiled.

“Do you hurt anywhere?”

“Nope. Feels good.”

“What colour are you?” Nick asked.

Malachi blinked. “Green, Sir.”

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