When Olivia put the first cuff around his wrist, securing him to the bench he was laying on, Luke had felt a little spurt of panic. He’d thought it would get worse when she put on the second.

Instead, when the second cuff went on his wrist, he tugged... and relaxed even more than he had when she’d stroked his hair and back. The strangest feel of freedom, of a burden being lifted, flowed through him. He literally could not touch her now.

Could not take charge.

Could not be expected to.

He hadn’t realized how much trying to think had made him feel tensely insecure with women before. Always wondering if they liked what he was doing. If he was doing it right. If they were faking their reactions. If they wanted him to do something else. And, after Samantha, if he wasn’t giving them what they needed.

None of that mattered now.

Because Olivia would tell him exactly what she wanted him to do, she definitely wouldn’t put up with anything she didn’t like. She’d probably never faked anything in her life, and he couldn’t give her anything right now because he was all tied up. He could only take what she wanted to give to him.

As she put the cuffs on his ankles, restraining him completely, he didn’t think he’d ever been so in tune with his own body. He was normally so focused on what the woman he was with was feeling. Now he could feel the air brushing over his back and ass. The warmth of the leather under his chest. The softness of the cuff lining around his wrists.

When she actually touched his ass, just placing her warm palm on the cheek and curving her fingers around to hold the flesh, Luke actually moaned. He felt her touch intensely, every point of contact between her body and his, and in the moment it was incredibly erotic even though she hadn’t actually done anything yet.

Her hand lifted.

SMACK!

His body jerked.

It stung, just as much as the crop, but... it felt good too.

Especially when she rubbed the spot a moment after.

SMACK!

The other cheek flared with the sudden stinging burn.

Luke’s hips moved and his cock rubbed against the padding on the bench through his pants, making him groan at the combination of sensations.

Okay, he got how a spanking could definitely be erotic now.

SMACK!

SMACK!

The sound of flesh meeting flesh was heard all throughout the room now, along with soft, feminine moans and whimpers, punctuated by Luke’s deeper ones as Olivia continued to spank his ass. She moved her hand all over both cheeks, not neglecting a single spot and making him burn in a way he’d never experienced before.