Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) by Julie Shelton Read Free Book Online

Jay’s head up and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”
    Jay moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.
    “You want to come, don’t you, boy?”
    God help him, he did. More than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life! He nodded.
    “You are not allowed. Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”
    “Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.
    “If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”
    Jay groaned. Sixty strokes! He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes! Even at thirty strokes, he was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. And he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to be able to do that.
    “I asked you a question, boy. I dislike having to repeat myself.”
    Jay had to hand it to Nik. He had the whole Dom package down to a T. The attitude, the stance, the edge of cold steel in his voice and eyes. His uncompromising will, all tempered by the tenderness of his love for submissives and his respect for their strength.
    Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy. Clear.”
    “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
    “For always making you late.”
    Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping each previous blow. By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat. He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating outward through his entire body.
    Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was as aroused as his was. But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.
    “God, I love your hot little ass.” Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear. “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”
    Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle. “I thought so.” As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug out to the widest part and left it there. Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass. The heel of his hand shoved the plug back in. His slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.
    Holy shit! Jay’s head jerked back and a shout ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.
    Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it out to the widest part, before ramming it back in with another blow. He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time. “Are you ready to come, boy?”
    “Yes, Daddy.” By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.
    “And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”
    “Thank you, Daddy.”
    Nik drew back his hand. As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy! Come for your Daddy!”
    Jay’s back arched, his entire body went rigid. His shout was wrenched from the depths of his throat as a cataclysmic orgasm exploded through him. Cum