Page 100 of Wrestling with Daddy
“Well, if you’re offering to help…”
Ken chuckled. “Brat.”
To be fair, even though Nathan was being cheeky, the truth was that if he tried to shrug off the latex by himself, he’d start shaking like a leaf in anticipation.
“The sharp ends mean it’s easier to cut through skin,” Daddy spoke in his ear while helping the latex roll down his skin. “I’ll try not to rough you up too much, but do you want me to stop the second there’s any blood?”
Nathan whined.
He didn’t like talking about possibly bleeding from a flogging, but he liked the bleeding itself. The scabs afterward. Well, he hadn’t experienced it more than once—mostly because it was rare he trusted anyone enough—but the idea only had him harder, leaking precum into the latex Ken still had to get him out of.
“I trust you, Daddy.” Nathan realized he’d never meant anything as much as he meant those four words. “Superficial blood doesn’t scare me.”
“You really are made for me, huh, brat?” Ken whispered only for him to hear while he finished getting him naked. Everything, including his mitts that he’d forgotten about and the matching knee pads, was carefully stacked on top of one of the horses. “St. Andrew’s cross okay?”
Nathan nodded. He doubted he would say no to any position Daddy required of him.
“Good boy.” Ken placed a soft kiss against his lips, leaving him panting when it didn’t go any further. “You think you’re still going to sport that hard-on when I’m through with you?”
So, Nathan mused, Daddy was being playful.
Ken was full of surprises, even when they were slightly intimidating and made him jump outside of his comfort zone like this.
“I think I’m going to come the second the leather touches me, Daddy.”
Ken chuckled. “We’ll have to see about that.”
The way he fisted Nathan’s cock, jacking it for a few torturous seconds, was certainly not going to help him hold on.
“I’m not going to give you a number,” Ken spoke oh-so-casually as he backed him against the cross, his back exposed to the suddenly chill air and the eyes of however many people would be watching. People he couldn’t see as his front faced the back wall of the room. “I just want to have fun with my masochistic brat, read your body and see where that takes us. Does that work?”
“Green, Daddy.”
Ken laughed. “Good. Let me hang a warning by the door that this might get heavy.”
Nathan had never imagined he’d be about to start a scene with a Daddy laughing where he wouldn’t find it annoying but… He didn’t. If anything, he was breathing easier, recalling the sound in his head as footsteps indicated the distance between them growing.
Daddy’s laughter meant he was relaxed, comfortable. He knew what he was doing. He wasn’t scared.
So Nathan had no reasons to be.
He let his muscles relax as Ken made his way back to him, even as his lips pressed open mouthed kisses against his neck and his hands ran patterns up and down his back, warming his skin.
“Your skin’s so smooth,” Ken groaned. “It’s not going to be when I’m done with you, brat.”
“That’s okay,” Nathan croaked.
It was, but words weren’t his forte at that exact moment.
Ken took a step back. Nathan heard more than felt the clank of the cuffs locking his wrists and ankles to the cross. His hips bucked up, meeting hard, solid wood.
He really may be able to come before the scene was even halfway done.
Ken started slow, but he didn’t need to give him any warning. The whoosh in the air as the leather flew through it was all the warning he needed before every slash, every tease of the intoxicating material against his skin.
It was easy at first. The strands left a buzzing sensation under his skin, a slight burn after every cracking sound that made him close his eyes, dig deeper into himself.
That didn’t mean he didn’t yell in pain when the first harder slash hit his upper back. It felt like the leather burned its way through layers of muscle, leaving him completely raw. And yet, his balls tightened, turning that burn into something else.
