“So soft.” He hummed and smiled. “Like a fuzzy rug in front of a fireplace.”
“Soft and sexy.” The flogger slipped through his fingers and drifted across his chest and shoulders.
“Oui, M’sieur.” His nipples went hard, and he closed his eyes so he could feel better. He went all goose pimply, his skin seeming to light up.
“Do you know what subspace is, boy? Has a Dom ever taken you there? Do you understand what that feels like for you?” The falls slid down his back and draped over his ass.
“I seen it. It’s like the magic part, you know? The part where the world ain’t real. Just us.” He’d gotten close, but he thought that was it. Just horseshoes and hand grenade close.
“Just us. That’s right.” It seemed like that flogger was everywhere, sliding over his bare skin—arm, back, shoulder, chest, thigh, groin. “When you feel good, relaxed, and nothing matters except that I’m taking care of you.”
He thought he ought to take care of them, but he wasn’t going to argue, not now, not when it felt so good.
“I want that for you. Master Neil wants that for you. We want you to be a sub, and not only be submissive.” The flogger left his skin and then landed all at once on one shoulder, disappeared again and landed on the other.
He tried to understand the sensations, because they were confusing and wonderful and fascinating. He gasped and nodded, kneeling up higher. Oh, he wanted to feel that again.
“Oh, that’s very nice. Perfect. Thank you, boy.” The flogger landed on his butt cheeks, first one and then the other. Just a light patter as the falls landed, tapping gently against his skin.
It was so different than anything he’d experienced—and he glanced over at Master Neil, needing to know that he was there with them, together. No pain.
Sure enough, those eyes were on him, watching. He got a slow, approving nod.
Oh. Okay. He smiled at Chou, then let himself relax and feel, knowing they were all there. “Thank you, M’sieur.”
“You’re welcome. Do you like this? How it feels?” Master Doctor’s words were smooth and his voice sexy and low.
“Oui, M’sieur. It’s fine. Just fine.” He buzzed, all through his body.
“Mm. Fine. Like you. Is it enough? Too much? Does it make you…want something?”
“I feel like I’m waking up, all over, you know? Like I didn’t know I was asleep.” It was different than with Chou. With Chou he was wide-awake, and Master Isaac made him burn, made him heavy with need and relaxation.
“I like that. Spread your knees a little wider for me. Your words are red, yellow and green, yes?”
“Oui, M’sieur. Like a traffic light.” He focused on his thigh muscles, rocking his hips a second to remind them now to move.
“What do you think of our boy, Neil? Isn’t he lovely like this?” The flogger’s soft falls hit his ass again, and this time they curled under and between his legs to lap at his balls.
“He’s beautiful, Guapo, and together y’all are so fine.” Chou’s voice was low and husky, damn near raw.
“He likes my playful flogger.” Warm lips bent to his ear and whispered, “Don’t you, boy?”
He licked his lips, nodded. He so did. So did.
“Undress me.” M’sieur had already taken off his shirt and shoes, so it was just belt and pants, maybe underwear. Easy enough. “And tell me something I don’t know about you. Something sexual. Something you like.”
He opened the man’s belt, sliding it through the loops. “I used to shave all the time. It made me feel super naked and like I had me a secret.”
“Yeah? Why did you stop?”
“I stopped—” His cheeks started burning, and he hated saying it, because it was lame as fuck, but tell the truth. “I stopped because it wasn’t fun to have a secret alone. That just felt silly.”
“Neil, did you hear that? What a beautiful gift. Our boy needs a shave.” M’sieur tucked a lock of his hair behind one ear.
“Mmhmm… He can share his secret with us. It’ll never be ignored.”
Alain felt Neil’s voice like it was a real touch all its own.