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stripped off gracefully, not a hint of shyness in his delicious body. If anything, the man was excited, his cock already hard with a drop of pre-come ghosting the head of it. When Devin’s butt was revealed, Ace changed his plans. He had been longing to spank that ass from the first day he saw it and he figured now was as good a time as any to do it.
    “Come and drape yourself over my knees,” Ace said firmly. A flicker of surprise raced over Devin’s face and was just as quickly gone, the man a perfect mask of submissiveness. With fluid movements, Devin arranged himself over Ace’s broad thighs, his dick resting between Ace’s leg muscles. Ace ran a firm hand over Devin’s marbled back and inwardly cursed the fact he hadn’t thought to remove his own clothes first.
    Reminding himself that he needed to tend to his mate’s needs Ace raised and then brought down his hand hard on Devin’s ass. Setting up a quick, but irregular rhythm, Ace alternated between solid hits that were hard enough to sting his palm, and lighter repeated touches designed to give a low burn, rather than a sharp bruise. Devin lay passively at first, but as time went on, and Ace didn’t let up, Devin started to move, to gasp and moan, trying to raise his backside so that he could meet the continued slaps.
    Just as Ace had dreamed, Devin’s skin took the blows beautifully, pinking and then reddening where different slaps overlapped. In a short time his mate’s ass and thighs were completely covered in a radiant color and his usually cool skin was hot to the touch.
    When Ace could see some of the marks becoming purple he stopped. He spent a moment indulging himself in running his hand over the sensitive skin. Pushing with just enough pressure so that Devin could feel it, and the underlying burn, Ace worked the skin until he felt Devin settle and the tension, while still there, quietened and Ace guessed it would be more manageable. But with Ace’s practiced eye, it was clear his mate needed more.
    “Let me help you get on your feet, boy. I need you to stand for this next part.”
    Devin wasn’t clumsy on his feet, but he did stumble a few times, and Ace wrapped his arm around the slim waist as he helped the man over to the wall with the window.
    “Put your hands up and grasp the bars, we are going to have to improvise here. Do not let go.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    Devin’s soft acquiescence and his use of the word Master, as though it was a caress, shot through Ace’s body like an arrow, lodging firmly in his balls. Stifling a groan, he removed his belt, testing it for thickness and weight. It wasn’t ideal. Too thick to provide much in the way of stinging pain, which Ace feared his mate craved, but it was all he had to hand.
    “Your safe word is red. If you need me to stop and change tactics, use the word yellow. Understood.”
    “Yes, Master. Red for stop, yellow for different.” Devin’s tone was firmer now and Ace’s sharp eyes noted the shimmer that ran through his mate’s body. Praying to the Fates he could give Devin what he needed, Ace lifted the belt and struck in a clear straight line diagonally across Devin’s back. Working quickly, Ace applied the belt as best he could – using the end to apply as much sting as possible and crisscrossing his welts, knowing that where two lines intersected would provide more sensation for his vampire.
    “Thank you Master, don’t stop,” Devin groaned.
    “Not going to boy,” Ace grunted, putting as much effort into his swings as he could. Pulling on his years of experience he made sure that every lash was laid down one inch down from the next, allowing the burn to radiate from every welt. Just ten minutes later, Devin was struggling to hold onto the bars, but Ace was thrilled that he continued to hang on tight.
    Unfortunately that wiggling ass was tempting Ace’s control with every second. Finishing a final welt that ran straight across the swell of Devin’s pink buttocks, Ace dropped