Dash stepped up behind him, the smooth fabric of his pants cool against Thorne’s leg. Dash was right. It was hot as hell for him to stay fully dressed. It made everything dirtier and emphasized how fucking dominant he could be. Thorne wanted to give himself to Dash, wanted to be taken. If only he could relax enough to enjoy it.

Dash wrapped a hand around Thorne’s aching cock. Thorne tried not to react, to stay still so Dash wouldn’t know how desperate he already was. But when Dash started stroking him, Thorne thrust into the circle of his hand, unable to help himself.

Dash chuckled. “Like that, do you?”

“Fuck off,” Thorne snarled.

Dash released Thorne’s cock and rubbed his hands over Thorne’s ass, kneading his buttocks, spreading them, then bending down, so fucking close that his warm breath tickled Thorne’s hole.

“Fuck,” Thorne whispered.

“Mmmm. This is going to be so fun.”

“Fun? It’s going to fucking hurt.” Was he insane to agree to this?

“You’re going to love it,” Dash purred.

“Just get on with it.”

Dash slid his hands over Thorne’s ass again, up and down, warming the flesh. The friction was amazingly erotic. Thorne jumped in surprise when soft caresses turned to the scratch of nails across his flesh. Dash hadn’t really hurt him, but now his ass tingled, making him so fucking aware of it.

“Get ready,” Dash warned.

Seconds ticked by with nothing, no touching, no words. Thorne’s heart raced. When would the first blow come?

“Anticipation,” Dash whispered. “It’s so sweet.”

“Bastard.”

Crack! Dash slapped Thorne’s ass, not a playful tap but a hard blow that stung.

Dash caressed him. “So sensitive. I love it.”

“Of course I’m—”

Smack! Another hit on the opposite cheek.

“That fucking hurt!” It had and yet…Thorne was harder than ever.

“Relax.” Dash rubbed his back, hands sliding along the sides of his spine. “Let go. Melt into the mattress and just feel.”

“I do feel, and it fucking hurts.”

“Feel it here.” Dash circled his cock again, jacking him off for a few seconds, just long enough for Thorne to get really into it before stopping abruptly, leaving Thorne trying to fuck the air.

“How the hell can I—”

Dash cut him off with an assault on his ass. Smacks, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Thorne wasn’t sure what to expect next. His ass grew hot, the burn almost overwhelming, but holy fuck, it was erotic. Pleasure, pain, Thorne wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but his balls were high and tight, and he was going to come if Dash didn’t stop.

“I knew you’d like it.” Dash sounded so fucking satisfied with himself.