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Just gently running my hand through his hair and down his neck had his eyes trying to close again and his whole body seemed to want to press against me like a cat. “Yes…that’s…”
Yes, like an overgrown, demanding cat.
“If you’re very good for me while I flog you, I’ll let you curl up between my legs afterward. I’ll massage your head. Would you like that, pretty bird?” The answer was clearly “yes, please” but he didn’t seem to know how to ask for it as he looked at me, slightly confused. “It would make me very happy to be able to cuddle you like that.”
Bingo.
“I…I could do that.” His worries vanished in a poof as he had me to focus on. “That’s…that would be fair.”
I wasn’t even going to try to figure out the scales he was weighing everything against in his head, so I focused on the here and now. “Take my hand and kneel for me on the little stool.”
The gentle pressure of my fingers against his scalp had him making a needy, distracted sound. He seemed just relaxed enough I decided to explain a bit more. “Your lower legs will slide under it and let you kneel without putting too much pressure on your knees.”
And that was important because I wasn’t going to rush my sweet birdie’s first flogging or his first taste of submission.
Chapter 8
Conner
Focusing on the music and what seemed to be some kind of yoga cushion or stool kept me from thinking about anything else. The way Ben kept stroking my head and massaging me was doing a good job of melting my brain too.
It was even hard to remember why he was always so frustrating.
Settling down on the low stool thing didn’t help either. It was more comfortable than I’d expected and the little ways he touched my shoulders and positioned my hands so they were resting on my thighs sent shivers through me.
I’d have thought he was grabbing my dick by the way my body was reacting, but no, he was almost at a straight guy level of careful as he moved around me. Thankfully, he was anything but straight, so I didn’t have to worry about the way my dick was trying to make a valiant effort to escape the briefs I’d put on earlier. Seeing the passion in his eyes as he watched my every move also made me more confident, but the whole thing was weird…too relaxing and too strange.
I hated that I liked it so far.
If he’d rushed or even kept making his stupid comments, it’d have been easier to stay focused on reality. But he was an asshole and massaged my head as the music thumped low and made mewant to move. Even the slow way he was circling around me was almost hypnotic and I found myself closing my eyes.
He was such a brat.
It was so hard to stay in the moment, I didn’t even realize he’d started the scene until the first time the flogger came down on my back. It was firm and sent a warm feeling through me as the little strands seemed to hug me, but I jumped anyway.
“Shh…” Ben’s soft tone had me taking a deep breath as he deepened the massage on my head. “That’s so good. Yes, let out a deep breath and just think about how proud I am of you. You’re so beautiful like this, birdie.”
I wasn’t sure how that could be the case, but I could hear the genuine emotion in his voice. Reminding myself that I didn’t have to understand his desire for it to still be real to him, I gave him a faint nod and did as he asked.
“Thank you, birdie.” The mix of happiness and desire and pride in his voice was doing weird things to me, and I didn’t have a good response, so I just waited.
That had him letting out a low chuckle…because he was a brat.
But the brat gave me another one of the thuddy slaps with the flogger and I decided to ignore his bad behavior for the time being. I was too distracted by the fact that the internet hadn’t lied. It made me wonder what else it’d been telling the truth about when it came to the whole BDSM thing.
Even those thoughts got more difficult to hold on to the longer Ben brought the toy down on my back…and when he finally let it fall on my chest for the first time, rational thoughts left the building.
I hated that he was so right.
I loved it.
He was such an ass.
But he was an ass who kept up the gentle touches to my head and carefully stroked over my shoulders as he continued to move slowly around me. I had a vague thought that the almost methodical pace of his walk was part of what I was finding so hypnotizing, but I knew I’d have to figure that out later.
At that moment, staying still and not moaning as his fingers trailed down the back of my neck were hard enough to manage. I wanted to moan and squirm and…and something but I wasn’t sure I should. So it seemed logical to me to focus on staying still, but Ben didn’t seem to agree with me.
As I shifted and barely arched forward to chase the hot pleasure, he made a deep, sexy sound. “No, birdie. You don’t get to hide what feels good. Let me hear your sounds and I’ll make you feel even more incredible.”
