Maestro stopped at twenty, setting the crop back in the case, before selecting a lubricant, and popping the cap opened with a snap! Vieri gasped around the tears, feeling the throb from his pene, but Maestro was just starting.
With a sigh, Maestro set the lubricant back down.
“I can’t believe I forgot…”
Then he reached around and pulled the skirt off Vieri. Vieri brought his legs together, allowing the material to be pooled on the floor. A knife slid up his shoulder and neck, removing the shirt pushed out of the way for the crop, leaving Vieri naked.
The knife was put back.
“No, Vieri, not tonight.” Maestro told him, picking up the lubricant again. He squirted some onto his hand, rubbing them together and warming it up, partially as an apology for the cold cock ring earlier. Which was doing its job, given how much Vieri missed him. He dipped his fingers between Vieri’s spread legs, listening to the catch in his breath.
Oh, Vieri made him work for his moans, his sighs, his screams. Many people moan out their appreciation, but Vieri would rather be quiet, enjoying the feeling, his breath hitching and catching, making his lover pay close attention to him.
It was just how Vieri was. And Federico wouldn’t change him. One finger worked in, and Vieri exhaled slowly, relaxing. Maestro was so slow, building the anticipation, taking such good care of him and yeah, now the finger was sliding in and out with no trouble which meant-
Vieri gave a slight hiss. A week of not having anything done there meant two fingers were a stretch. Maestro paused, before Vieri nodded, breathing deeply and relaxing.
Maestro began stretching again, keeping his fingers straight. Finding that bundle of nerves was something he dragged out, a reward at the end of patient stretching. Two minutes later, he added the third finger, feeling Vieri give him a short squeeze, before relaxing and going limp again. After adding his thumb, Maestro watched as Vieri arched off the table.
His neck was brought up short by the chain, his wrists pulled by the scarves. But his opening was burning, and oh, he liked that. Most people would have shrieked from pain, but Vieri writhed in pleasure, feeling Maestro pull his thumb apart from the fingers, before aligning them again.
“Ah….ah…hah.” Vieri gasped.
“Maestro, per favore, I’m ready.”
Maestro pulled out, and then slap! a stinging open handed blow was dealt to his butt.
“You are ready when I say you are, pet. Tsk, I leave for one week and already you have a setback in your lessons.” Maestro reached around, pulling out a paddle.
Now, Maestro loved spanking him with his hand, but the holes drilled in the wooden paddle allowed for better force.
“You will count these.” The cold voice told Vieri just how mad Maestro was. This wasn’t fun and games anymore. Stopping himself from swallowing, Vieri voiced,
“Si, Maestro.” But what had set Maestro off? Usually Maestro made love with him, and rarely was it a punishment. Wondering what he did wrong, Vieri braced himself against the table.
Re: BDSM Federico/Vieri part 5a/?
With a sigh, Maestro set the lubricant back down.
“I can’t believe I forgot…”
Then he reached around and pulled the skirt off Vieri. Vieri brought his legs together, allowing the material to be pooled on the floor. A knife slid up his shoulder and neck, removing the shirt pushed out of the way for the crop, leaving Vieri naked.
The knife was put back.
“No, Vieri, not tonight.” Maestro told him, picking up the lubricant again. He squirted some onto his hand, rubbing them together and warming it up, partially as an apology for the cold cock ring earlier.
Which was doing its job, given how much Vieri missed him. He dipped his fingers between Vieri’s spread legs, listening to the catch in his breath.
Oh, Vieri made him work for his moans, his sighs, his screams. Many people moan out their appreciation, but Vieri would rather be quiet, enjoying the feeling, his breath hitching and catching, making his lover pay close attention to him.
It was just how Vieri was. And Federico wouldn’t change him.
One finger worked in, and Vieri exhaled slowly, relaxing. Maestro was so slow, building the anticipation, taking such good care of him and yeah, now the finger was sliding in and out with no trouble which meant-
Vieri gave a slight hiss. A week of not having anything done there meant two fingers were a stretch. Maestro paused, before Vieri nodded, breathing deeply and relaxing.
Maestro began stretching again, keeping his fingers straight. Finding that bundle of nerves was something he dragged out, a reward at the end of patient stretching. Two minutes later, he added the third finger, feeling Vieri give him a short squeeze, before relaxing and going limp again. After adding his thumb, Maestro watched as Vieri arched off the table.
His neck was brought up short by the chain, his wrists pulled by the scarves. But his opening was burning, and oh, he liked that. Most people would have shrieked from pain, but Vieri writhed in pleasure, feeling Maestro pull his thumb apart from the fingers, before aligning them again.
“Ah….ah…hah.” Vieri gasped.
“Maestro, per favore, I’m ready.”
Maestro pulled out, and then slap! a stinging open handed blow was dealt to his butt.
“You are ready when I say you are, pet. Tsk, I leave for one week and already you have a setback in your lessons.” Maestro reached around, pulling out a paddle.
Now, Maestro loved spanking him with his hand, but the holes drilled in the wooden paddle allowed for better force.
“You will count these.” The cold voice told Vieri just how mad Maestro was. This wasn’t fun and games anymore. Stopping himself from swallowing, Vieri voiced,
“Si, Maestro.” But what had set Maestro off? Usually Maestro made love with him, and rarely was it a punishment. Wondering what he did wrong, Vieri braced himself against the table.
And waited.