Free The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse by Scarlet Hyacinth

where the whip fell. Skylar felt torn between wanting more of the feeling or running away from it. But truly, he had no place to go. With him bound and at Byron’s mercy, the decision was out of his hands. It felt strangely liberating.
    Byron skillfully played him, as if he were a virtuoso and Skylar a musical instrument. Skylar struggled to remain still like he’d been told, but it turned out to be much harder than he’d expected. He strained against his bindings, gasping out Byron’s name.
    The strokes stopped falling and Byron tsked. “Do you remember what I said, Skylar? You’re not supposed to move.”
    Skylar cursed himself as he realized he’d completely fallen out of the scene. “I’m sorry, Sir. Please… Please. I need…”
    “Tell me, Skylar. What do you need?”
    The words spilled out of Skylar. “Fuck me. God, Sir, please fuck me.”
    “It seems, my little seahorse, you’ve already forgotten how this works. I make the rules, and I say when and what happens.”
    Skylar shuddered at Byron’s authoritative tone. “But since it’s your first scene, I’ll let you off easy. Count for me. Ten slaps.”
    Skylar actually thought that he would enjoy this. It was no hardship to be slapped by Byron. But he instantly changed his mind when the first hit fell. It was pain, pure pain, and more so on his already sensitive skin. It was very different from the slaps from before. It was punishment, and beyond the eroticism of it, Skylar realized that he truly had made a mistake, and he did need to reap what he’d sowed.
    Hating to disappoint Byron, Skylar began to count. “One.” He gritted his teeth at the second slap fell. “Two.” Tears streamed down his cheeks as blow after blow struck his skin. Three. Four. Five. All The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse
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    the way to ten. Skylar didn’t know how he withstood it, but he did, even if when at last, his lover finished, his cock had completely lost interest.
    Byron knelt in front of the spanking bench and caressed his cheek.
    “Hurts?” Byron asked softly.
    “Yes, sir,” Skylar replied in a low murmur.
    “Do you want to stop?” Byron inquired. “Is it too much?”
    Skylar immediately shook his head. “No, Sir. I’m fine.”
    Byron brushed his tears away. “My brave, sweet, little seahorse.
    You have to realize that I don’t want you in pain. Why didn’t you use your safe word?”
    Skylar fought to focus his hazy mind. “I… I needed to be punished.”
    “Oh, Skylar, you still have so much to learn, but above it all, you have to always keep in mind your safety is the most important thing.
    Remember that.”
    When Byron began to undo the straps, Skylar’s heart began to race. “But… I thought…”
    Byron gave him a look, and Skylar shut up. He’d fucked up enough for the night.
    Byron took him in his arms and slowly carried him out of the dungeon and back into the bedroom. He placed Skylar on the huge four-poster, facedown, ass up. Skylar didn’t move as his lover left the room. Would Byron’s promise to take him be forfeit now? Had Skylar spoiled their first night together so much?
    Thankfully, Skylar wasn’t left to his musings for too long. Byron returned to the room, and the bed dipped as the shark joined Skylar on the mattress. Warm, slick hands caressed Skylar’s buttocks, and he gathered Byron had gone to procure some sort of special ointment. It was certainly doing the trick since the pain disappeared much faster than it would have simply through Skylar’s shape-shifter abilities.
    Skylar relaxed under Byron’s ministrations, melting into the mattress and allowing the shark to do whatever he wanted. For that 60
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    reason, he was taken by surprise when the shark suddenly turned him around and pulled him into his lap. “You’re not supposed to know everything from the very beginning,” Byron said as he met Skylar’s eyes. “Tonight was just a lesson, but it might have been too hard for you.” Byron pecked