Yes, Sir

"The man never strapped him down. The only thing that kept Grayson in place was a thick piece of black rope, held in his hands, which were behind Gray’s back, behind the back of his chair. And he kept his chin to his chest and clung tightly to that rope as if it were his last, best chance.
Because maybe it was.
Because maybe if he let go...it was all over.
Sweat trickled from his temple. It meandered lazily down his jaw, neck, and collarbone...over his pectoral muscles and his abs...before stopping to join its brethren in a pool at Gray’s navel.
He had never been more aware of his own body than he was during these sessions.
The man stepped close behind him. Air molecules stirred and Gray suspected that only a scant few stood between them, but damned if the man would touch him.
Please touch me.
“Ready?”
Grayson drew a hiss through his teeth. “Yes, Sir.” He squeezed his eyes shut.
The man caressed a hand over Grayson’s neck, shoulders, and back. It was calloused and warm, and even larger possibly than Gray’s own. He ached to line their palms up so he could check for sure, but that would certainly require letting go of the rope.
Lips caressed the outer shell of Gray’s ear. “We’ll start with a set of five.” Abruptly the man stepped in front of him and laid a series of stripes across his thighs. They stung a bit, but not badly. His pulse hammered and his cock throbbed, and he moaned at the sensation.
That’s it?
As if the man read Gray’s mind, he stopped and said, “That’s all you get today.”
Gray hated to think it, but he was almost disappointed.
Fingers brushed over Gray’s shoulder, ghosted over his nipples, his thighs...Gray gripped the rope so tightly he may have lost blood flow to his fingers. Or maybe he was hyperventilating. Something sure as hell was making his head swim like crazy. His thighs and ass clenched. Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move...
Skin met skin as the man knelt on the floor between Gray’s spread legs. Deliciously scruffy stubble mingled with Gray’s chest hair. Firm lips and hot breath teased at him. “I didn’t say that we were finished, I just won’t be using the switch anymore. When you’re ready for it, I’ll suspend you and whip you until you’re ready to break.” The man’s stubble scraped back and forth as he shook his head slightly. “But you’re not ready for that yet.”
Gray’s breath came in shallow pants. His legs twitched with the desire to run away and never look back. Part of him wanted to beg for it right then and there. The hard ridges of the man’s warm skin rubbed gently against his throbbing dick and that begging thing seemed like a better and better idea with each passing second.
But all he said was, “Yes, Sir.”
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