Chapter 65

He hit the exact same spot on the second blow. Jesse’s shout was even sharper. Drops of blood welled up and began flowing down his skin.

The next slap was inches upward, closer to Jesse’s ass. It kept the leather out of the blood, but overlapped enough to widen the cut. Scarlet droplets rolled to the narrow gutter running alongside the rack.

He had to remember to strip out of his clothes before fucking Jesse. He wanted the blood to flood every sense he had.

“Harder, Gideon. Please. Don’t…don’t hold anything back.”

Under other circumstances, Gideon would’ve corrected him, enacted some sort of punishment to remind him who was in charge. Even the lack of a “Sir” would’ve been enough to merit some sort of reminder. Now, he merely complied. It was his wish, too, after all. He wanted to see the ropes stained with Jesse’s blood, to drag his tongue through the bruises and burns.

His arm swung back. Once. Again. And again.