was expensive and nicely furnished, it was getting late and I hoped he’d forgotten about the punishment, but I should really have known better. He nodded at my clothes. “Go upstairs. Get naked, and I’ll be up in a minute.”
I went up the stairs slowly, got out of my clothes and turned off the lights. It made me feel funny in the pit of my stomach—ashamed at being the kind of man who let another man do this to him, yet almost unbearably excited and turned on.
I came out on the landing at the top of the stairs and saw his guest room light on—the room he told me once he used as a home office, though I’d never been inside it. I opened the door now, though, and went inside. He arrived a few minutes later and sat down at his desk. He sat down with his arms on the sides of his chair and looked me up and down like a headmaster about to discipline a naughty boy. I shifted my feet uncomfortably. I was reminded of when I first worked for him, and he’d called me into his office to chew me out about some mistake I’d made. He just let me stew for about five minutes, though it seemed like hours. Finally, he stood, coming around to lean his ass on the desk.
“Come here.”
His voice was calm and expectant, like he had all the time in the world.
“Yes, Sir, okay.”
“You’re here, in my home, naked, because you want the things I can give you. You need me to dominate you and take care of you. Give in to the idea and stop fighting so hard. It’s what you want—you told me so yourself. Here in this room, in this apartment, you belong to me. Your only job is to please me, and it’s a job you really want, isn’t it?”
I swayed a little on my feet and took a step toward him. “Yes.”
He considered me carefully, his eyes watching every move. “It’s Master. Say the word and feel what it really means.”
I made a little whimpering sound. Could I say that, considering what was about to happen? He’d told me he liked the word before. It had been in the contract that he would use those words, but he’d never demanded it of me until now. I wanted to please him, but my face burned to think about it.
“Give me what I want, Jordy.”
I was silent, just looking up at him pleadingly, but he was implacable and unmoved as he gazed at me.
I shivered and felt my shoulders slump. I closed my eyes and whispered the words. “Master.”
He nodded as if it were his due. “Come to me then.”
I walked slowly toward him as he watched. When I came to stand in front of him, he took my chin in his hands and made me meet his eyes.
“You know you’ve been bad, don’t you? And your Master is going to have to punish you for it.”
I gulped, my face flaming. “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded and came around the desk, first taking a slim coil of rope from his desk drawer. “Lie down across the desk, Jordy. Face down.”
I took a deep breath and stretched out across it, and he set to work, settling me and making me pull my legs far apart so my feet were close to the desk legs, my toes skimming the floor. My cock was pressed down into the desk, already making a little puddle of precum under me. He looped a coil over my ankles and tied the ends off on the legs. Satisfied, he made a little production of taking out a flogger and slapping it against his hand. It gave a meaty thud.
“Thank me for taking time to correct your bad behavior,”
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, my voice muffled against the desk.
“Master, Jordy. I won’t remind you again.”
“I’m sorry. Master.”
“You know your safe words?”
“Yes, Master.”
I was humiliated, uncomfortable, embarrassed yet still excited. I was also apprehensive and ashamed. I was even, God help me, feeling embarrassed that I’d let him down. His approval was that important to me.
God, my cock was drooling all over his desk and I was so naked, while Logan was still fully dressed. I jumped as I felt his hand stroke over my ass and slip into the crevice between my ass cheeks. Finding my hole, Logan circled it with his fingers, eliciting a guttural groan from me. The finger dipped inside me with no lubricant,