back muscles protested, not used to being in that position for so long.
There wasn’t a workout routine to prepare for a spanking.
At least none he’d heard of.
Maybe a search online could turn up one.
The disconnected thought pulled him back from the fear of not knowing what was next.
“Don’t worry, Alex.” Kate went to the closet door in the hallway and opened it. She placed the hook on the top of the door and closed it, locking it in place. “It’s not going into you.” A sideways wink sent his heart racing. “Although there are options if you’d like to explore them. But we can discuss that later.”
She returned to the duffle and pulled out a set of leather cuffs.
He sucked in his breath at seeing them. It was one thing to see pictures, imagine having them on him, even buying a cheap set to play with by himself—another to see them in the hands of a professional.
Kate held them in front of him. “The hook is going to hold you up while I flog that beautiful bare back.” She tilted her head to one side with a smile. “Since you don’t have an actual dungeon here, improvisation is the name of the game.”
He nodded and stayed silent as she fastened the leather restraints around each wrist. The Velcro bands were snug against his skin.
Alex frowned, wondering why she hadn’t used cuffs with buckles.
As before, Kate was ahead of him. She ran her fingers along the edges of the wide bands, softly brushing against his skin.
“Easy release.” She eyed him. “I always use these for the first few times with someone new. Fewer panic attacks. If I have to get them off quickly, it’ll work a lot better than fumbling around.”
He wanted to tell her he’d be able to handle the real thing right here, right now, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t. His tongue was thick and frozen in place as he stared at the restraints on his wrists, the feel of the leather mixed with the roughness of the collar on his neck sending shockwaves through his body.
Alex looked at her.
“I know what you’re thinking, but not yet. Walk before you run.” Kate stroked his cheek. “Trust me. I understand what you want, what you need.”
She does.
The revelation almost broke him open.
She gets this.
“Now get your hands up. I don’t have all day.” She pushed him toward the door.
Chapter Five
Kate felt like she’d been handed a winning lottery ticket.
Alex lifted his arms and stepped forward to hang the chain connecting the cuffs on the hook. The effort had him stretching up on the balls of his feet, a hiss escaping as his battered ass protested the movement.
When his cock brushed against the cold varnished wood, he gasped and yanked his hips back, arching away from the stimulation. Alex rocked back and forth, unable to stand comfortably and unable to lean against the door for support.
Perfect.
She walked to her duffle bag to retrieve the deer hide flogger, watching Alex for any signs of distress.
He twisted back and forth to find his best footing and settled for rocking on his toes to alleviate the slight strain on his arms and down again, arching back to avoid contact with the door.
Kate stroked the fat soft strands, eying her target.
Perfect.
She moved behind him.
He froze in place.
She laid the flogger over his shoulder, relishing the shudders from her touch. Drawing it down over his back slowly, Kate watched him twitch and shake in anticipation.
You never forget your first time.
Kate stepped back.
“Ready?” She always asked permission for the first few times to make sure the situation was acceptable.
His nod released her hand, the strands flying free under her skilled application.
Beautiful.
His flesh came alive under her touch, reddening with each smack of the whip as she worked him over, rotating from his broad, solid shoulders down to his still-sore ass and back. Every few minutes she stopped and let him rest, giving him a chance to safe-word out if he wanted to.
Pushing him to the edge but