Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

The skin on his cock is the softest anywhere on his body.
It’s like velvet.
Velvet stretched over steel.
When we make eye contact, it’s a snap of connection I feel
in every cell.
He rasps, “Jerk me off with your left hand. Hit me with
your right.”
“Oh, did you think you were in charge? This is supposed
to be punishment, remember?” I grip his dick at the base. My
fingers can’t reach all the way around it. “So here we go.”
Holding the base of his cock, I smack him on the ass four
more times with the brush, pausing for a second after each one
to let him count. When we get to nine, he’s breathing hard,
flexing his hips against my hand, trying to pump into it. All
the muscles in his stomach are clenched.
And I’m so turned on, I might burst into flames.
He growls, “One more. Do it now.”
“What happens when I’m finished?”
“It’s my turn.”
I can’t catch my breath. My entire body is trembling. I
whisper, “I’m scared.”
“I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. I promise.”
“No, I mean…I’m scared that I’ll like it.”
Holding my gaze, he says, “You will.”
Body hunger.
It’s a phrase I’ve heard before, but never understood. I do
now, though. It’s a craving, aching, longing lust that seizes you
and turns you ravenous. My entire physical being is so hungry
for this man, I’m salivating.
I give Kage the final whack on his butt, then release his
cock and back away from him, dropping the brush to the floor.
He slowly lowers his arms to his sides. He looks me up
and down over his shoulder and licks his lips. He says softly,