Collared in Love excerpt to entice you!
“Come here.”
Shocked at the firm command coming from nowhere, he didn’t stop to think about it, but did as he was told.
“Stand on the side of my leg.”
Curious to where this was leading, he continued to follow Razor’s instructions.
“Lay face down over my lap.”
That finally got his attention. “Like Hell I will.”
“You are a natural submissive and have long denied your needs, keeping them hidden not only from the outside world, but yourself as well. It is my duty and privilege to teach you the pride and strength in handing control over to someone else you can trust. Since I told you before I am not in the habit of repeating my orders, your refusal will cost you three additional spankings.”
“What the f—”
“You are now up to six. Do you wish me to add any more?”
Jayden stiffly bent over his lap, surprised to feel his cock straining against the shorts he had worn underneath his tunic. He hoped and prayed Razor wouldn’t notice. No such luck.
“I see your body knows what it wants, even if you don’t. Since this is new for you, I will go easy. I want you to count each spanking as you receive them.”
He could feel him push the back of his tunic above his waist and push down his shorts below his ass cheeks until the material was tossed on the floor. Feeling his face grow warmer, he could only imagine how ridiculous it must look for a grown man having his bare ass sticking up and over another man’s lap.
“Oh, meus servus.”
He felt soft kisses and tender caresses on each cheek, making his cock grow even impossibly harder. Then without warning, the first blow accurately struck its target. The painful sensation surged pleasure through his entire body.
“Remember to count off the strikes, or I will add another one in its place.”
Quickly he did as he was told. “One.”
Two more came rapidly after that.
“Two, three.”
Slow massaging replaced the strikes. “Very good, Jayden. Let go and let the pain free you.”
Another one came without warning.
“Four.”
The anticipation was part of the agony, not knowing when the next one would hit.
“Here come your additional ones for disobedience.”
The last six were administered without ceremony, one right after the other, counting off each time after one made its mark. Razor again massaged each reddened cheek, calming down the burn until it was no more than a dull soreness.
“Stand up.”
Silently obeying, he now saw the evidence of his arousal, his hardened cock tenting the front of his tunic, leaving a damp spot.
“You enjoyed the pain mixed in with the pleasure?”
He finally could be honest with himself. “Yes.”
“Yes, Master.”He looked down at Razor. “Yes, Master.”
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