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  “Come on, then, slut. You’ve had your orders.”

  Jeff turned and strode for the door. After a moment’s pause, he heard Eddie’s footsteps rushing to catch him up.

  Jeff smiled to himself. He could get used to this feeling of power.

  The heady feeling didn’t last the whole way home. Alone in his truck, Jeff began to wonder what he was doing. Was it totally gay to feel even a little bit turned on by dominating a man? Last thing he wanted was to start mincing around and acting like one of the queens off the telly. But then again, Eddie didn’t act like that, and Eddie was gay. It was confusing, that was what it was.

  Nah, it’d be okay if Jeff got turned on. It would just make the whole thing more authentic as a practice session, wouldn’t it? Like Niall said—not that he’d admit it to the arrogant bastard—he had to learn how to do this without letting his little brain take over. No point figuring out the perfect way to do stuff if he screwed it all up again the next time he got with a woman.

  Jeff idly stroked his dick through his jeans whenever he wasn’t changing gear. Only took a couple of miles to get it excited again. Not excited about Eddie, but excited about learning how to do this whole dominating thing properly. And the sadism thing. He was really, really looking forward to hurting Eddie.

  Now he was properly hard.

  Good thing they were nearly home. Jeff turned onto Featherbed Lane and checked in his rearview mirror to see if Eddie’s Jag was still behind him. Still there. Nice one.

  Jeff pulled into his usual spot right outside the house and watched in amusement as Eddie crawled down the street, trying to find a parking spot. Featherbed Lane was a narrow dirt track right on the hilltop, and the ground sloped away steeply on one side, with the houses huddled on the other. There was a designated parking space opposite each house along the open side of the road, but since most households owned more than one car, they’d turned their front gardens into parking spaces. Jeff refused to do that to his. Besides, he didn’t need to. For some reason, none of his neighbours ever took the space opposite his house. He probably should have warned Eddie to park around the corner, but hey, where was the fun in that? Featherbed Lane was a dead end, with only a very tight turning spot at the end of the road, and so he wasn’t surprised to see Eddie reverse back along the street a minute later.

  Eventually, Eddie pulled up alongside where Jeff was standing and rolled down his window. “Okay, I give up. Where do I park?”

  Jeff cocked his thumb to indicate the way to turn at the end of the road. “Just up there and round the corner. I saw a few spaces as we drove in.”

  “I hate reversing that far,” Eddie grumbled. “You could have bloody warned me.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  “Fucking sadist.”

  “Exactly.”

  Eddie’s eyes sparkled, and somehow that made this even more fun, knowing he was playing at being pissed off. Jeff decided to try some orders now they were here.

  “Park up and walk back to the house. I’ll be inside, but I’ll leave the door unlocked. Let yourself in and head over to the coffee table. I want you leaning over it, arse in the air.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Eddie grinned, blatantly checking out Jeff’s crotch, and fuck it, Jeff was going to do the same. It wasn’t gay. It was just him making sure his sub was turned on. That was responsible Dom stuff, right?

  In the glow of the streetlight, Jeff could just make out the bulge in Eddie’s jeans, proving he was as hard as Jeff was. That was good, wasn’t it? He thought it must be. After all, he’d be wanting his future female sub to feel turned on when he was doing his shit, so it made sense for Eddie to be horny when they were practising.

  “Be quick about it,” Jeff growled and slapped his hand down on the roof of the Jag. “Don’t keep me waiting, bitch.”

  Eddie revved the engine and reversed back with a squeal of wheels, like he was so keyed up he couldn’t manage to slip the clutch properly. Yeah. Jeff was having the right effect on him.

  So far, so good. It just remained to be seen how it all went when a bit of pain was added into the mix.

  Jeff let himself into the house and ran up the stairs, retrieving his suitcase of kink from the top of his wardrobe. Now he just had to quickly unpack the stuff and lay it out on the sofa, then hide the case so Eddie wouldn’t realise that was the full extent of his collection. Ever since speaking to bloody Sandi, he’d been increasingly self-conscious about how few tools of the trade he had. But the proper kit was bloody expensive, and he’d learnt the pitfalls of buying cheap tools the hard way. Nothing like having a trowel handle break on you when you were in the middle of building a wall to realise that you should have forked out the extra twenty quid and got yourself a professional-quality one.

  But when he got downstairs, he spotted Eddie striding down the garden path through the front room window. “Fuck.” Jeff legged it through to the kitchen and plonked the case on the table. Hopefully, Eddie hadn’t seen him. It was always harder to spot people inside a house than it was to look out of the windows. Well, unless you had the lights on, in which case everything in your house was on display for any old potential burglar to check out.

  Jeff unzipped the case and pulled out a paddle, a flogger, a tawse and a riding crop. He contemplated the dressage whip. It had stung like bloody buggery when Jeff had tried it out on his thigh. And Eddie had said he didn’t much like those kind of stinging implements.

  Jeff added it to the bunch in his hand, along with the cane. Fuck it. Why not? Eddie said he could take all this stuff and enjoy it, hadn’t he? And something about getting a high even off the kind of pain he didn’t much enjoy at the time. Jeff had to stop feeling guilty about the prospect of hurting someone. Painsluts wanted to be hurt. That was part of the whole job description. And sadists enjoyed hurting them.

  Right. He could do this.

  “I hope you’re ready and in position, bitch,” Jeff called.

  “Yes, Sir, right where you asked me to be.”

  Jeff opened the kitchen door and got a prime view of naked backside bent over his table.

  Fuck. He really wasn’t meant to find that sexy.

  Jeff closed his eyes, trying to erase the memory of Eddie’s bare bum. Actually, as bums went, it hadn’t been a bad one—lots of smooth white skin and perky cheeks—but it hadn’t had the right shape. Women’s arses were rounder. Softer. They wobbled. Eddie’s had been kind of…

  Jeff opened his eyes briefly. Firm, that was the word he was looking for. Muscular, even. He couldn’t bloody well erase the image from his head. Felt like it had been burned onto the back of his eyelids. At least Eddie had kept his legs together. Jeff didn’t think he’d have been able to cope with seeing his meat and two veg as well.

  “Did I ask you to get undressed?” Jeff demanded. He wasn’t going to let his voice crack either.

  “No, Sir. You didn’t.”

  “Then explain yourself, bitch.”

  Eddie’s head twisted round. His expression was all wide-eyed and innocent. Yeah, innocent my foot.

  “If you’re going to punish me, you’ll need naked skin so you get visual feedback on your strokes. That’s half the fun of it for you, so I’m told. Going through clothing doesn’t hurt as much either, so this is more fun for me. It’s a win-win situation.”

  Jeff could see the logic, but still… “I don’t remember saying I was going to punish you.”

  “But you’re holding a flogger and a paddle, Sir. And is that a tawse? Ooh, I haven’t felt one of those in a while.”

  “I’ve got a whip and a cane too, so you’d better watch your mouth, bitch.” Jeff walked over and put the implements down on the coffee table in front of Eddie before heading over to pull the curtains shut before he turned the lights on. You didn’t tend to get many walkers down Featherbed Lane, but he really didn’t want to give anyone a free show. />
  Eddie grinned. “Much as I’m enjoying this, Sir, can I suggest something?”

  “All right, go on, then.”

  “You’ll want to start with a bare-hand spanking to warm me up. That’s most pleasurable for me, and it’ll give you a good feeling for how hard you’re hitting as it’ll make your palm smart too.”

  “No way.” Jeff looked down at the arse in question. It was hairy. Just a light blondish fuzz, but still, women didn’t have hairy arses. “I’m not touching your bum. That’s too gay.”

  “Are you implying that there’s something wrong with being gay?”

  Was he? “I haven’t got a problem with other blokes being gay, but since I’m not, then yeah, there’s something wrong with me doing gay stuff.”

  Eddie huffed. “Fine, well, if you won’t use a bare hand, then a flogger would be the next best thing. I’m not saying you can’t give a good caning without warming up first, but it’s a different kind of pain and not one that most people will enjoy. If you want to learn how to give the pleasurable sort of pain, then you need to master the warm-up first. Do you know how to wield a flogger? It’s all in the wrist.”

  “Yes, of course I bloody well know.” Jeff had practised on a cushion.

  “Fine, just checking. Well, I’m ready when you are.”

  Jeff picked up the flogger and tested its weight. He’d gone for one with lots of long, thin suede tails. In black, of course, as there had only been a choice of black or purple. These fetish people were certainly predictable with their gothy ways. He flicked the flogger against his sofa, pleased at the whumping sound it made. Was it going to sound like that on Eddie? He eyed his sub, considering it, and Eddie grinned at him.

  “You know, I’ve never done a scene with a Top in a football shirt before.”

  “Did I give you permission to speak, slut?” Jeff flicked out the flogger, and the tails just caught Eddie’s flank.

  “Ow. No, Sir. You didn’t, but since you hadn’t forbidden it, I went ahead. And you know, this is supposed to be a learning session. I can’t instruct if I can’t speak.”

  If the cheeky bugger thought he was going to get a chance to lecture Jeff, he had another thing coming. “I learn best through teaching myself, so I don’t want you speaking unless I’m doing something wrong or dangerous. You got that?”

  “I hear you, Sir, but you should probably know I’m fairly disobedi-ow!”

  Jeff had flicked the flogger harder this time, the tails whacking down right across both cheeks of Eddie’s arse. Yeah, that was satisfying. The skin didn’t look any different yet, but he’d only just got started. Jeff gave another few fierce whacks, then walked around to the other side so both cheeks would get a good toasting.

  Eddie stuck his arse out farther and groaned. A deep exhalation of pleasure that tingled up and down Jeff’s spine and ended up zipping down his legs and making his toes curl up. And on the way there, it took a detour to Jeff’s balls, making them churn. Yeah, those were the sorts of sounds he wanted to hear from his sub. Of course, he wanted it in a higher-pitched voice, but a groan was a groan. Jeff adjusted his package, trying to get more comfortable in his jeans. The temptation to loosen the zip was there, but if he did that, then who knew what would happen. And letting another man blow him would definitely be gay.

  Jeff’s dick ached at the thought of plunging into wet, sucking heat. God, he did love getting blowjobs.

  What about if Jeff ordered Eddie to blow him? Would that be more or less gay than just opening his fly and letting Eddie do what he wanted?

  The question refused to resolve itself, but the swings of his flogger were somehow both calming and exciting. Jeff got a bit more adventurous, working up Eddie’s back and then concentrating on his shoulders. Eddie made even more noise. Fuck. What if the neighbours could hear? But no, these walls were solid stone, and you could only hear their telly when they had it on really fucking loud, and even then only because it was right by the chimney breast, which acted like a sound box.

  He had Eddie right by the chimney breast. Shit. What if Mrs. Davis thought that was Jeff making all that racket? He chucked the flogger over onto the sofa. His work with it was done, anyway. Eddie’s skin had gone a nice shade of pink, like that clematis he had growing over the pergola.

  Fuck. He really wanted to see his handprint there in pink.

  No, touching another man’s arse was definitely gay. No two ways about it.

  Unless he was just experimenting.

  Yeah. Experimenting was okay. That didn’t mean anything, did it? Lots of people experimented with stuff. Jeff had once had a guitar lesson, but that didn’t make him a musician, did it? It was fine to just try new things out. Thinking of which…

  “Get up.” Jeff grabbed hold of Eddie’s hair, which wasn’t like touching bare skin, so that was okay. He pulled Eddie’s head up and got him onto his knees.

  “Arrrgh, that hurts. Bastard.”

  “I think you’ll find that’s Sir Bastard to you.”

  “Yes, Sir Bastard.” Eddie’s expression was a little dazed, like he’d had a toke on a joint or something, but he wasn’t completely out of it yet. He was with it enough to give Jeff a wink and a cheeky smile. Jeff wanted to see Eddie flying on an endorphin high, like he’d talked about back at the pub.

  So Jeff stepped over to the sofa, pulling Eddie with him by the hair, and sat slap bang in the middle. He grabbed hold of Eddie’s waist—because if he was going to spank him, fuck it, he’d be touching bare skin in a moment anyway—and shoved him down over his lap.

  Eddie squirmed a bit, so Jeff slapped his hip. “Keep still.”

  “Just trying to get comfy.”

  “You don’t get to be comfy, bitch.”

  “You know, you’re really very good at this whole domination thing.”

  “Shut up,” Jeff barked, but the compliment left him glowing. Yeah, this was going well. It was odd, really, because he wasn’t doing anything particularly different than he had with the last woman he’d tried this with—not that he’d ever got this far. She’d had a right go at him about ripping one of her hair extensions out, then flounced out of the door and told him not to bother calling back. Honestly, how was he supposed to have known it wasn’t all real? If she’d only gone and told him to begin with, he’d never have tried grabbing her hair.

  But Eddie seemed to be made of sterner stuff. And he definitely wasn’t wearing hair extensions. Jeff tugged on Eddie’s hair again. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I’m doing this.” He hadn’t thought he would, but he really wanted to find out what expressions went with those sexy noises Eddie made.

  Uh, not sexy noises. Sexual noises. There was an important difference. Yeah. Of course there was.

  Eddie turned his head so Jeff could see most of his face, all squashed up against the sofa cushion. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got,” he taunted.

  “That’s show me what you’ve got, Sir.” Jeff punctuated the sentence with a good wallop to Eddie’s left arse cheek.

  “Fuck! That was hard.”

  Jeff went for the other cheek and gave it the full benefit of his arm muscles.

  “Arrrgh!” Eddie seemed to be having problems catching his breath. His eyes were scrunched shut and his brow all crinkled.

  Jeff hit him again and again, as hard as he could. The skin was coming up bright red now. Eddie’s hands scrabbled on the sofa and his body bucked and twisted. He was making a sobbing sound. Jeff’s dick was fucking well throbbing now. He wanted to press Eddie down against it and feel his body writhing as Jeff walloped him. What a way to get off.

  Eddie looked like he was trying to say something. His mouth was working, and his eyes stared wildly. Jeff slowed down his smacks a bit, letting Eddie catch his breath enough to speak.

  “Stop! Fuck, too much.”

  Shit. Jeff thumped the sofa cushion instea
d of landing another blow to Eddie’s backside. The skin there was so dark it was almost purple. He’d bloody well done it again, hadn’t he? Gotten way too carried away. Eddie wouldn’t want anything to do with him now.

  “Sorry,” he choked out.

  Chapter Six

  The blows raining down on his backside had stopped at last, and Eddie fought for breath.

  Wow. He hadn’t had a spanking like that since… To be honest, he wasn’t sure he’d ever had a spanking like that. What Jeff lacked in finesse, he made up for in brute force. He’d whacked Eddie so hard his blood was roaring in his ears, muffling everything.

  Jeff was talking. Eddie forced himself to concentrate.

  “Didn’t mean to lose control,” Jeff was saying gruffly, a humble expression on his face. He wasn’t meeting Eddie’s gaze but instead staring at Eddie’s arse. Okay, it probably did look pretty impressive after all that. Bruises, hopefully. Eddie didn’t seem to bruise as readily these days, for some reason. He figured his blood vessels had gone into hiding after all the voluntary trauma he’d put them through.

  But he needed to stop thinking about his arse and reassure Jeff, didn’t he?

  “S’okay. I was enjoying it.”

  Jeff looked at him then, all confused. “But you told me to stop.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t safeword, did I?”

  Jeff’s brow crumpled. He was cute when he was puzzled. “No, but you said stop. I thought maybe you’d forgotten your safeword.”

  “Trust me, I’m not going to forget pancetta in a hurry. And even if I had, I’d have used red. That’s kind of the industry-standard safeword.”

  “So why did you tell me to stop?”

  Okay, this would demand some concentration to explain. And being in this awkward position with his head lower than his body really wasn’t helping matters. Eddie eased himself up off Jeff’s lap, bracing himself against the arm of the sofa when he felt dizzy. He went to sit, then thought better of it and sank to his knees in front of Jeff instead. At least Jeff had a nice soft rug on his living room floor. “It’s all part of letting myself go. Having the freedom to protest and say no and stop, even if I really want it to carry on. And knowing that you’ll carry on pushing me past what I think I can take.” Eddie paused, gathering his thoughts. “Actually, that’s the first time anyone’s got me to that stage with just a bare-hand spanking. Your hand must be killing you.”