Vulnerable [Suncoast Society] (Suncoast Society #29)(31)

He sensed Keith step in and heard some soft words exchanged, sounding like Leo had asked him a question.

The exploration continued, Leo’s touch growing more firm and sure as he worked up and down Jesse’s back, fingers kneading his muscles, learning his body.

Lower, Leo squeezed Jesse’s ass cheeks, firmer, more pressure, fingers digging in until Jesse felt the bite of pain that excited him and made his toes curl. That was where Leo stopped, holding, maintaining, until finally releasing and kneading his flesh.

Jesse whimpered, his breath coming in gasps. He didn’t know what would come next, but all he knew was he desperately wanted to please this man.

And that nearly scared him.





Leo desperately didn’t want to hurt Jesse in the bad way. Besides the fact that he wanted to run his hands all over the man’s flesh, he wanted to get an idea where bones and muscle lay, exactly where he could strike him without harming him.

At one point he tipped his head at Keith, motioning him over. “Show me my safe zones, please.”

Without actually touching Jesse, Keith drew invisible boxes with his fingers. “Below his hip bones, and watch out for his tailbone. All the fleshy parts of his ass, and here, upper thighs. You can lightly use that dowel along the sides of his spine, in those muscles, but be very careful. I lay a hand on the spine itself so I hit me and not bone. The slapper, you can use that across his upper back and shoulders, too, without worrying. Everything else, except your hands, limit it to his ass and thighs for now. Don’t worry. If I see you about to do something wrong, or if you land a bad hit, I’ll say so.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Keith nodded and stepped back where Leo could easily see him but he wasn’t intruding on their personal space.

Leo squeezed Jesse’s ass again and then moved to stand at the man’s left side. Remembering what Jesse had said about triggers, he reached up with his left hand and hooked two fingers under the collar, at the back of Jesse’s neck.

With his right hand, Leo started delivering bare-handed smacks to Jesse’s ass, alternating sides, increasing the force as Keith nodded encouragingly, until Jesse was softly moaning and rocking back into every blow.

Leo leaned in close. “Are you okay?”

“Green, Sir,” Jesse said, but his voice sounded slurred, faint.

Concerned, he looked to Keith, who frowned back at him. Leo motioned him in.

“What?” Keith mouthed.

Leo leaned in. “How are you doing, Jesse?”

In that same, slurred tone, Jesse moaned, “Green, Sir!”

Keith clamped his lips together to stifle a loud burst of laughter. When he recovered, he walked around the bench and whispered in Leo’s ear, “He’s fine. Deep in subspace. Green’s good. He’s telling you to keep going. He’s having fun. Green, yellow, red. Keep going, if you want.”

Relief washed through Leo. He started spanking Jesse again, taking his time, enjoying the way the man’s body writhed beneath him. Hell, he could stand here and do this all night, or until his hand fell off.

After a few minutes, he stopped that and went back to stroking Jesse’s back. He couldn’t get enough of that, of the feel of him.

He went for the slapper next, more to build up his confidence than anything. Once again, he grabbed the collar with his left hand and held the slapper in his right. Light strokes across Jesse’s ass at first, watching his reaction, until he found the right level to keep him moaning and squirming but not totally tensing up with pain.

He really wasn’t sure he wanted to try using that elsewhere on Jesse yet, so he switched to the wooden dowel. Again, carefully testing, he started smacking Jesse with it, varying the location and strength of the impacts, testing to see what reaction he’d get.

It didn’t take him long to move on to the acrylic paddle. That one he tested on his arm before using it on Jesse. Stingy, for sure, especially considering how light it was, but Keith stepped in and mimed that Leo could smack the outsides of Jesse’s thighs, and his calves and upper arms, with it, so Leo did.

Then, the riding crop. This one frightened Leo a little, because he’d seen someone else using one and they had immediately brought up red and angry welts across the woman’s flesh with it.

And Jesse’s ass was already a beautiful shade of red.

He smacked himself in the arm with it a few times to get the feel for it before planting his left hand in the hollow of Jesse’s back. He had a gorgeous, perfectly firm ass.

Across the back of Jesse’s left thigh first, then the right, light strokes to start with, until he started taking ones that had Jesse squirming and left light lines behind.

Leo set that aside, smoothing his hands over Jesse’s flesh, feeling the warmth of his skin. Then on to the wooden paddle, which he smacked against his own thigh first. He knew the jeans would muffle it so he pulled the force of the first couple of hits. He could always hit harder.

He couldn’t un-hit the man.

Jesse looked vulnerable, gorgeous, as Leo slowly smacked the backs of Jesse’s thighs.

Finally, he took several hard, last strokes, pressing down firmly on Jesse’s back to hold him in place as he felt the man’s back arch with each blow.

Finishing, he set the paddle aside and folded his body over Jesse’s, sliding his hands down Jesse’s arms, lacing fingers with him.