Succession (29 page)

I shake my head. “I’m curious, now.”

“All right,” Cash agrees. “Get back how you were. We won’t use the blindfold, and I’ll talk to you more. I know you like it when I hit you, and you like it when I order you around. I’m playing, but I’ll be more careful.”

“Okay,” I agree, crawling slowly to my hands and knees and glancing back at him. With everything out in the open, my panic is calmed, and I’m left with only the slightest tinge of anxiety.

Cash comes up next to me, running his hands over my body until I relax completely. His hand rests on my ass, and as it does, he comes up to whisper in my ear. “Is it okay if I hit you?”

I nod, longing for the feeling of his hand on my skin. He doesn’t disappoint, covering my ass and legs with light, sensual slaps that have me squirming and moaning. He rarely goes so lightly, but the slow burn that builds across my body makes me want to do it more often. His other hand traces over my body, scratching lightly with his nails, rubbing here and there, until I can tell that my breathing is as hard as my cock.

I feel something press at my mouth again, and I allow the strap between my lips, licking and sucking at it again. I’m turned on now that I’m not afraid. I look up at Cash, and his hungry look only turns me on more. After a few minutes of that, he pulls it from my mouth and I feel it resting lightly on my ass, waiting.

“I want to hit you with this,” Cash says softly. “But I won’t hit you hard, and if you don’t like it, I want you to tell me immediately. Is that all right?”

I take a breath, steadying myself. “Yes.”

He takes his time, lining the strap up, rubbing it across my ass, the slight wetness left from being in my mouth making it slide easily across my skin. When I’ve relaxed again, he draws back and strikes lightly, barely hard enough to make a sound. This lightly, it doesn’t hurt; it actually feels pretty good. He lays a few more underneath, working down my legs, and I start to relax into it, feeling my cock jump with each one.

“That’s nice,” I hear myself saying, almost embarrassed to admit it. “You can go harder. I’d like you to—if you want to.”

“So you like that, then,” Cash teases, his hand coming underneath me to work my cock while he continues striking me, a little harder now, but still not hard enough to hurt. “I was far too harsh the first time we tried this. I didn’t realize how heavy it was. I know better now.”

The first time we tried it, I hated it; this time, he’s barely touching me. Every smack is warm, solid, firm. It’s a nice change from our usual frantic pace. “Thank you for doing this. This is definitely better than anything I planned.”

“I never intended to hurt you, Sascha,” he reminds me. “I just wanted to give you what you wanted. I need you, and I wanted to make up for earlier. I wanted to make sure you remembered tonight not because I was hurting you so badly, but because it felt good. It is still feeling good, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathe, too interested in the feeling to say much else. It feels wonderful, actually, I’m keyed up from the panic earlier, and it’s like it primed me to be turned on.

“Do you want it a little harder?” Cash asks, this time working down the backs of my legs. “I want your ass all warmed up by the time I drive my cock into you.”

I moan at the thought of it, eager to feel him inside of me, knowing the burn on the backs of my legs and ass will put me over the top as soon as he starts fucking me. “Harder,” I whimper, jutting my ass out in what I hope is a tempting manner.

“As you wish,” Cash replies, and when I look over at him, he’s smiling.

The next stroke lands with a sharp crack, and I arch my back, remembering why I didn’t like the fucking thing the first time.

“Too hard?” Cash asks, stopping and setting the strap down to rub carefully at the spots where he just hit, allowing me to catch my breath. “I’m sorry. Tell me if you want me to continue with it a little lighter.”

I think for a moment. “Yes,” I manage, because I did like it a minute ago. “Just not so hard.”

“All right,” Cash agrees, and I feel him moving behind me, his tongue caressing the spots where I think the strap might have left welts. “But I want to do this, first.”

I don’t complain as he licks and nibbles my ass, making me shiver with excitement. Soon, he’s working his tongue around my hole, dipping inside, rimming me with care. I moan and spread my legs further apart, giving him easier access, and he responds by slipping a finger inside of me, wet from his tongue. He works it around until I’m whimpering and struggling to hold onto the sheets.

“I assume this is good?”

He’s teasing, but I tell he’s checking with me, making sure I’m okay. In his own way, he’s making up for all the things he missed earlier today. I nod, smiling at him and he smacks my ass with his hand as he goes to retrieve lube. He returns quickly. More fingers enter my ass, slippery and careful, and I feel myself opening to him.

“Fuck me,” I beg, rolling my hips as he works his fingers in and out of me. “Please, Cash.”

He doesn’t reply, but he does remove his fingers after a few moments, and from the corner of my eye, I see him picking up the strap.

“Do you still want more of this?” he checks, dragging it lightly over my back, making me writhe desperately.

“Yes, please!” I answer immediately, because as much as I do want him to fuck me now, I want to feel that again, see if he can do it more softly.

“Five,” he announces, shifting his position. “And then be ready, because I’m going to fuck you after that.”

I barely have time to process before I feel the strap land across the middle of my ass, not hard enough to be unpleasant, but still hard enough to make me jump. I have a distant realization that it would probably hurt if I wasn’t so turned on, but I am so turned on, and when the second one lands just below the first one, it’s all I can do to keep myself from coming.

The third lands at the bottom of my ass, where it meets my legs, and I cry out in a blissful mix of pain and pleasure. The next one comes quickly and more lightly, still making my thighs burn. The last one is lighter still, lower on my thighs, and I’ve barely adjusted to the burn by the time I feel Cash gripping my ass and spreading me apart, driving his cock into me quickly and roughly, making me scream.

His flesh abrades my ass and legs, the heat spreading through the rest of my body as quickly as his cock pistons in and out of me. He grips my hips hard, jerking me back and forth on his cock, and it’s all I can do to keep my head up.

That’s not a concern for too much longer, because he pushes down on the middle of my back, pinning me to the mattress. I sigh as I let my head rest on the pillow, my arms relieved of the pressure of holding me up. He uses his forearm to pin my neck down, and takes his other hand and wraps it around my waist, grabbing at my cock. I’m his, now, his to position, his to fuck, his to make come. I love it. My ass burns for him, my cock burns for him, and the only thing I regret is how quickly I come, the warm spurts accompanied by whimpers.

A few seconds later, he takes his arm from the back of my neck, pulls me up, and leans me back against him. I don’t even have to hold myself up with my legs anymore. I press my back against his chest and ride him; the muscles in his legs are holding me up and bouncing me on his cock. I cry out as he keeps going, fucking me deeper, and I reach back with my arms, desperate to feel his skin. I grip his legs as his arms wrap around me, and he pumps into me again and again. Finally I feel him coming inside of me, his cock seeming too big, the thrusts too hard. I wouldn’t stop it for the world.

He leans back, still inside of me, and pulls me down on top of him, my back to his chest, his cock slowly softening inside of me. I’m glad he waits, because I am painfully sore; even when he does pull out, I let out a whimper, the act of having anything come in or out too much to bear.

Carefully, he helps me up, and I get off of him, crawling to the clean spot in the bed. Cash gives me a satisfied look before stripping the pillowcase off of one of the pillows and cleaning at least some of the mess off of us before coming up to lie next to me, wrapping his arms around me possessively.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asks, looking quite proud of himself.

“Maybe even better,” I tease back. It’s easy to play along now that I’m onto his game. I lean into his arms, perfectly content to fall asleep there, despite his general aversion to cuddling. “Thank you so much. Today was so hard, but you made the best of it. I couldn’t have imagined a better ending to a day like this.”

It’s rare that I see him looking grateful, but the look on his face says it all. I relax as he places soft kisses all over my body, and I fall asleep feeling perfectly safe.

Chapter 25
Forgiveness

I wake up feeling stiff and sore all over. It’s nothing worse than what I’ve felt in the past; some of my masters used to do worse for simple offenses, things like not looking threatening enough. In a way it makes me feel alive. I appreciate the fact that this is no longer a regular part of my life, but I pop another one of the painkillers that Cash pushed on me all day yesterday. It’s nice to know he cares, and it’s nice to feel the way all of my muscles seem to relax at once as they kick in. I can see why the drug trade does so well. Content, I start a video and marvel at my good fortune.

Sascha comes in not long after I wake up. He brings a tray of food with him, and I smile as he hesitates at my door, clothed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

“Well, if getting beaten means I get to enjoy breakfast in bed and you half-naked, I’ll have to ask Cash to beat me more often,” I tease. From what I can see, he’s put some effort into the food, preparing a full breakfast and coffee. It looks delicious, and so does he. The shorts he has on are entirely too tempting. “Care to join me?”

Sascha nods, getting into bed with me and placing the tray at the end.

I sit up, wincing at the effort and the unexpected pain. Lying down, I had almost forgotten.

“You can stay lying down!” Sascha protests.

“I can sit up and eat like a civilized person,” I insist, gritting my teeth as I shift position, and then stay perfectly still. “I’m not disfigured or anything.”

I’m also not used to being able to sit or lie around. My masters always had me back on my feet immediately; while it was exhausting, it did help me to avoid the problem of sitting on irritated skin. Sascha gives me a hopeful smile.

“Still not mad at me?” he checks, like he’s expecting to hear the opposite.

“Not a bit, pretty boy,” I tease, picking up some food and making quick work of it. “You can trust me when I say I’m not mad at you, just like you can trust Cash when he says he is mad at you. Now that I think about it, you’re the only one around here who can’t ever manage to say what you’re really thinking.”

Sascha grins. He never seems to mind hearing the truth when there’s no threat attached. He’s aware of most of his flaws, just like I am. It’s necessary, given our status in life. We finish breakfast companionably, and when we finish, Sascha clears away the tray and returns to bed with me, moving close. He stretches out alongside me like a cat, pressing against my legs.

“Did you and Cash make up last night?” I ask, smiling at him as I feel him growing hard against my leg. A part of me had been nervous to leave them alone together, but they have so much history. They wouldn’t still be together if they both couldn’t handle themselves when they need to.

“Yeah,” Sascha says, blushing a little. “We had an interesting night. Did you hear us?”

I can tell he’s trying to be subtle. For all I know, the two of them had another loud and alarming night of fun together. It doesn’t bother me like it used to, but there are still times when it sets off alarms in my head and I have to fight the urge to rush in and protect my client.

“Not a thing,” I admit. “I took those painkillers once I left the two of you and I fell asleep the second I hit the pillow. Seems I was a little exhausted.”

“Oh.” He sounds relieved. “Well, I’m looking forward to making it up to you as well.”

I frown at him. I doubt that Cash had him make up that way, and it bothers me that he thinks I would ever demand such a thing. “You don’t have to have sex with me to apologize.”

“I know! I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I was just joking.”

“You weren’t,” I point out.

Sascha flushes. I understand his need to clear the air, to offer me something, but it bothers me that he feels like he needs to do that. It bothers me more that he acts like his body is the only thing he has to offer me. I’ve been in his situation before with people who really did demand it, and it cheapened everything. I hope I’ve never given him the impression that I would be that petty or that cruel.

“It would make me feel better,” he admits. “Not because I owe you or anything, just… it’s like making breakfast. I like doing it anyway, but since it makes you happy, it makes me feel less bad, and so it would make me feel better.”

I put my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me. I can see that this really isn’t about me, it’s about him. And it’s not like I don’t want to have sex with him. “Well, my prince, anything for you.”

“Besides, you said that next time we have sex you’d smack my ass some more and I want you to do it,” he demands, making his voice playfully haughty. I find his teasing reassuring. “So as soon as you aren’t in too much pain, I’d like you to smack me and fuck me, please.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll lean you over the bed and do both,” I warn, meeting his challenge.

“I’ll put the painkillers to shame,” he continues, seemingly inspired by my willingness to play along. “I’ll make all the blood just rush right to your cock, nothing else left for you to feel pain, and I’ll make sure you’re very distracted. You’ll wish that I got you beaten all the time, because not only will you get breakfast in bed, you’ll get me.”

I shake my head, amused by his antics. “Put your money where your mouth is, pretty boy,” I challenge. “Get up and lean over the edge of the bed.”