Hesitant Heart by Morticia Knight Page B

Aaron’s leg. The friction, hurt, tingling, and light touching had all combined together to excite him. He was hard. Aaron had told him there would be ten spanks and he’d only had eight. He hoped Aaron didn’t forget the last ones.
    Still Aaron petted his ass in gentle circles. “So very pretty, little Sam. Your skin is beautifully pinked.” Aaron sighed. “Only two more.”
    The final slaps stung hard . Aaron immediately soothed his aching flesh with the soft touch of his fingers. Sam started when Aaron opened his legs and reached around Sam’s middle to grasp his leaking cock.
    “Mmm, just as I’d hoped. Don’t expect this every morning Sam, but you did remarkably well for your first spanking. You can come whenever you’d like.”
    Sam was still splayed face down across Aaron’s lap, completely reliant on Aaron to keep him in place. Aaron’s hand was hot, powerful. It didn’t take much effort for Aaron to cause him to shoot, splashes hitting the floor as he did. He didn’t see why he couldn’t expect it every morning when it was such a fantastic way to start the day.
    Aaron eased him off his lap then stood with him.
    “Let’s clean up in here, then clean ourselves in the shower. Afterwards, I have a cream I can rub on you to help ease the pain.”
    “It’s not bad, Sir. It was the erotic kind.”
    Chuckling, Aaron pulled him in for a hug. “Yes, it was for me too.”
    That confused Sam. “But you didn’t get hit.”
    “Actually, my hand did. But it was spectacular to share the sting, to have that intimate connection with you.”
    Filled with contentment, Sam couldn’t wait to really begin his whole new life with Aaron—with his Sir.
     
    * * * *
     
    Aaron gazed down upon the lovely form of his sweet submissive. They’d played for several days—every moment spent together learning one another’s bodies, sharing stories from their lives. Sam’s training had been moving along remarkably well for someone so innocent. Perhaps his father had inadvertently contributed to Sam’s willingness to learn about Aaron’s lifestyle. Since Sam had been kept shielded from so many aspects of life, he had little in the way of comparison.
    Gradually adding new facets to their dynamic each day, Aaron had found Sam to be incredibly responsive. He was so loving, so eager to please. Whenever Aaron gave him even the mildest of praise, Sam would beam up at him. He stood straighter and appeared more self-assured then he had since that last day at the bathhouse. But what Aaron loved most of all was his laughter. Sam loved to laugh.
    Aaron had yet to take Sam’s virginity or even breach him anally. There had been several not very subtle hints from Sam, but Aaron had managed to distract him with oral pleasures or dry rutting. Another act that Sam greatly enjoyed was when Aaron would wrap his fist around both of their erections at once then masturbate them together. It had become a thrill for Sam when Aaron would tell him to wait so that they could both come together. Sometimes Aaron would deliberately hold back to see how long Sam could. Those were the times when Sam didn’t even realize Aaron was training him. It had all seemed like fun to Sam.
    Lately, there had been more bondage. Sam was a pliant instrument in Aaron’s hands and he was humbled by the complete trust Sam offered him. In addition to the spankings, Aaron had focused on Sam’s tender nipples. His young lover reacted beautifully when clothespins were clamped onto his taut buds.
    Sam lay across a bearskin rug on his belly. His face was turned to one side, his arms raised above his head, his wrists held captive by a blue silk scarf. Black silk drapery cord was wound around his ankles, the tasseled ends trailing artfully across the rug. The gentle swell of Sam’s perfect ass was the focal point of the pose. Sam had dozed off more than once as Aaron had painted him, but he’d stayed very still whenever he was awake. Aaron planned to give him a special