Needing Harte (1-800-DOM-Help) by Marilu Mann Read Free Book Online

feeling at all chilled and Ramey held himself ready. Harte slid one hand down his back to his ass, squeezing each globe, pressing slightly against the welts from his earlier flogging. Ramey hissed in a breath and released it in a rush when the paddle hit his right butt cheek.
    “One, Sir.” He heard the breathlessness in his own voice, the anticipation. Another sting-ing swat landed, this time on his upper thigh. “Two, Sir.”
    Harte rubbed the spot he’d just swatted. “Damn, that’s a pretty sight. You okay, sub?”
    “I’m good, Sir.”
    “Good, ’cause I’m not done with you.” The third and fourth swats landed on his left butt cheek and left upper thigh and Ramey heard his voice going higher even as Harte’s seemed to be getting lower. The fifth strike hit him and Ramey felt his body floating. It took him a moment to realize that somehow Harte had picked him up and put him face-down on the bed.
    Ramey started to slide his knees up to better present his ass for what he hoped would be a hard, fast fuck, but felt Harte turning him to the side. “You okay, baby?”
    All he could do was nod at the endearment, but apparently that was enough. Harte got off the bed and unlaced his pants. Ramey lifted himself a little to watch and caught Harte’s chuckle.
    “Too bad I didn’t bring my handcuffs. I’d love to cuff you to the bed and fuck you that way.”
    “Yes Sir.” Harte laughed out loud then, even as he held up a familiar-looking bottle.
    “They think of everything around here. Condoms and lube in a nice little basket, right beside the bed. You ready for my cock, sub? Or do you want a few more swats?”
    “Cock, please, Sir.”
    “Where do you want it, sub? You want it in your mouth or your ass?”
    “This is your ass to fuck, Sir. Your mouth to take. Whatever pleases you.”
    Harte’s eyes seemed to spark at that and he got on the bed at Ramey’s side. He leaned down to kiss him again, another one of those awe-inspiring kisses. Ramey sighed as Harte moved away from him. He could get so used to those kisses. “I’m going to fuck you, sub.
    Hard and deep, and you’re not to come until I tell you to, clear?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    Harte moved behind him, pulling one of the pillows down from the head of the bed and shoving it under Ramey’s stomach as he rolled him back onto his stomach. “God, that’s a pretty sight. That ass is nice and red and you’ve got an amazing body, baby. Must be all that dancing, huh? Keeps you in shape, doesn’t it?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Ramey, you have permission to talk anytime we’re together. I like the sound of your voice, understood?” Harte covered his cock in one of the condoms as he spoke.
    “Yes Sir. Thank you. Please fuck me.”
    “With pleasure.” Harte squirted lube onto Ramey’s ass, pushing one finger into him and spreading the lube around. He squirted more lube around his opening, probing with two fingers, stretching him, and then Ramey felt the head of Harte’s cock pressing against his ass.
    With slow rocking motions, Harte pressed his cock inside Ramey as he squeezed Ramey’s sore ass at the same time.
    Ramey had to concentrate hard not to come, but Harte had told him not to so he wouldn’t.
    He could feel every long hard inch going into his body and arched his back so that Harte’s strokes hit that spot inside that made chills break out on his body. Harte leaned over him, fucking hard and fast even as he kissed and gently bit at Ramey’s neck. Turning his head, Ramey hoped for a kiss and Harte complied with that unspoken request.
    Ramey moaned and moved one hand down his body to pinch the head of his cock. He removed his hand before Harte could reprimand him and tried to concentrate on the feel of Harte’s cock sliding in and out of his ass instead of on his need to come.
     
    Harte squeezed his eyes shut even as he moved his hips harder and faster, shoving his cock deep into Ramey. The little sounds Ramey made, the small motions as he