You are my world here. My whole world. You are my whole world here.“Yes, Sir.”
“And this paddle, that bench, my arm, your lovely pink ass…that’s…love. All of this is love.” The blows grew slower but harder, leaving a light sting on his skin.
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe, to stay easy in his skin, even though those words caught in his fucking soul.
“There’s my boy.” Those blows continued in their predictable rhythm until the sting subsided, and he just felt warm and loose, like a ragdoll in the sun. The blows eventually slowed and stopped. He could feel movement in the room, and he heard soft voices. “Doesn’t he look beautiful, Alain?”
“Lord yes. He’s just about glowing.” Alain’s voice was soft, almost awed, and Neil felt it on his skin like another touch.
“You come over, give him some water.” Sir paced back to him and traced his spine with a light touch.
His toes curled and he arched, even as Alain came padding over to him, head tilting.
“You got straws, Sir?”
“Nightstand, this one over here.” Those fingers kept moving, playing over his skin like a whisper.
“You got a nice setup, you do.” Alain sang to himself as he got the straw in the bottle, and offered him a long, cool drink.
“Thank you. There’s more behind the curtains and hanging on the back of the big mirror. I’m a little bit of a collector.” Sir placed a hit hand flat on his ass and rubbed in a slow circle.
“Mmm…” His legs parted at the touch, his skin and muscles warmed and loose.
“Alain, bring me the other paddle, please. The one on the bed.” Sir slid his hand between his thighs and caught his balls, rolling them in his fingers.
Neil’s toes curled, and he hissed, his lips parting. Oh, hell yes.
“This one looks kind of mean, Doc Sir.” Alain sounded a little worried.
“It’s not mean, Alain. But it’s not a toy, for sure.” Sir slid the studded paddle across his thigh.
“Yes, Sir.” Alain still sounded worried, but he went back to sit.
“What do you think, boy? Can you take two for me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Could he? Oh, Neil thought it was absolutely necessary. He wanted what Isaac had in store for him more than was wise, no doubt.
“My good boy.” Oh, Isaac’s voice was suddenly deep and rough, and barely above a whisper. He had his Master’s total focus. “Two then. Breathe deep.” Isaac stepped away and he heard the paddle swoop harmlessly through the air behind him.
He sucked in a lungful of air and forced himself not to tense, not to anticipate. Isaac would give him what they needed.
The paddle landed twice as expected, solid and hard against each cheek, burning through his skin like fire. But that was all, just two, and then Sir was leaning over him, whispering gentle words in his ear. “My good boy. Such a gift. Thank you.”
“Th-thank you, Sir.” His voice shook, and so did he, because he wasn’t sure he could hold in what he was feeling.
Isaac sat beside the bench where he could see and took his hand. He could hear Isaac breathing hard too, deep inhales and long exhales. “Breathe in, let it out, and tell me what’s on your mind. Anything at all.”
“I’m shaking. I can’t quite get my breath. I don’t know what to think. I’m trying not to, because I need this to—to help me get right again.” Neil let the words flow, because soon he would go all self-conscious again.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to think. I understand. Let’s just be, you and I, for a minute. Getting to that place is work right now, hm? It’s been so long. But this was good. This was a very good start.”
“It is. I’ve missed you.” The sentence was barely a breath, because the truth was so heavy.
Sir carefully kissed his temple and stood, and a second later started smoothing cool ointment on his raw skin. “You see, little one, not mean.” Those words, he knew, were meant for Alain.
“Not mean, yes, Sir. Can I help? I like to help.”
“Well, I’d like to move Neil to bed so I can hold him. Will you turn the bed down for us?” Sir finished with the salve and moved to the side to help him up.