Page 42 of Sky and the Grumpy Troll

“Good boy.” Sky picked up the leather cord and walked toward me. “Hands out.”

I held them out. He bound my wrists together and tied the other end to the nearest tree, with enough slack that I could move, shift positions, but not walk away. A leash, not a shackle.

“Where did you learn to tie knots?”

“Summer camp. Mrs. Chen would be horrified at what I’m using her bowline for.” He tugged the cord to test it, then wrapped his fingers around my cock and gave it a quick stroke. “Too tight?”

“No.”

“Good. We’re going to introduce a safe word.” He tilted his head for a minute. “What’s a good word? One that comes immediately to mind?”

“Bunkroom?” My voice came out as a breathy squeak as he let his hand slide down to my balls and cup me.

He laughed. “Perfect association. Damn bunkrooms. Anyway, if you say bunkroom, I’ll stop.”

“Why have you tied me up?”

“For sex, obviously. I think I want you bent at the waist, your gorgeous ass on display. Does that work for you? Test and see if bracing yourself on the tree is comfortable.”

That explained nothing, but I was intrigued and aroused enough that my brain was functioning at fifty percent capacity at best. Perhaps too much of my blood was in my cock. I bent forward, bracing my bound wrists against the tree trunk, cock twitching as Sky groaned.

“This fucking ass is the work of the gods,” he said, running a hand over the curve of my rear end. “Mm, your hole is fluttering. Hungry, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what that means,” I said. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into? My body was hot all over, and my cock was leaking a long string of pre-cum onto the ground, so hard it hurt. And as much as I hated to admit it, something was happening to my rear end that I couldn’t explain, especially when he skimmed a finger over it, murmuring something about fucking me good and hard.

“Fuck,” he said softly as his hands roamed down my back, massaging the muscles, touching me everywhere. “Look at you.”

The cool night air skimmed over my overheated skin; the cord was taut around my wrists, reminding me of his control, and the rough bark of the tree scraped my fingers as I dug them in, arching my back in the hopes that he would like what he saw. I had never been looked at like this. Not by Bryndala, who had loved me but had been shy about examining me openly. Not by anyone.

“I’m going to use the crop now,” Sky said. “This isn’t punishment, just play and exploration, so tell me if anything is too much.”

“Do you… punish?”

“If you were mine, I might. For lies, or disobedience, or simply because you were craving pain and asked for it.”

“Oh,” I whispered, wondering if I craved that.

“Are you in?”

“I’m in.” Honestly, I was in for anything Sky did. His mind was wicked, nimble, and creative, and I knew that he understood the things I was curious about in some innate way. Something he’d read in my books had told him more than I’d meant to give away.

The first strike landed on the meat of my right buttock, and I jerked forward against the cord. A bright, clean sting flared across the skin and then faded to a warm throb. The sound of it echoed through the clearing, leather on skin, sharp in the quiet of the forest.

The second strike landed on the left side. Same intensity, same bright sting, and this time I groaned, because my body was making connections that I had not authorized, the sting blooming into warmth, the warmth traveling downward, my cock pulsing in time with the throb of my skin.

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

Sky settled into a rhythm. Each strike was precise. He was learning my responses, adjusting his aim, reading the sounds I made. A sharper strike on the curve where my ass met my thigh made me gasp. A lighter tap across the center made me push back toward the crop.

“You push back when it’s lighter,” Sky said. “You want it harder?”

“I — perhaps… Could you try the paddle?” I wiggled my ass toward him, eager for more of this addictive sensation.

He chuckled and reached for it. This toy struck harder, with a thudding certainty that almost made me orgasm. The crack of leather against skin rang through the trees. I groaned, my cock leaking beneath me, and I pulled against the cord, not to escape but because my body needed to move, needed to do something with the sensation that was building deep in my pelvis.

“What was that?” Sky asked.