been able to please Damian before and hearing approval in his employer's voice was ... heady. On the other hand, he had also never had his legs held apart and trapped before, and it was disturbing. He was just trying to calculate whether he could manage to get to his feet with the spreaders on when the lights flashed, practically blinding him because he wasn't ready.
"You could warn a person!" Nick yelled with an energy that surprised even him.
"Sorry," came the distracted reply.
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A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Somehow Nick knew that Damian wasn't going to remember to warn him the next time either. He squirmed uncomfortably; wearing these restraints somehow made him feel more naked than when he'd just taken off his clothing.
He wondered how long Damian—
The lights blinded him again, but he didn't say anything this time.
"Stick your ass out a little. No, back, toward me. More. No, too far, go back to where you were. Okay, back it up again.
There! Hold it right like that!"
The lights flashed in quick succession, and Nick's hip twinged. He hoped he'd be able to hold the pose as long as Damian wanted without his back cramping up.
"What's the scar from?"
"Oh, sorry," Nick muttered. "Uh, an accident. Had to have an operation."
"It's beautiful," Damian responded.
Nick was outraged; how dare Damian say that? He knew it was ugly, and it sure as hell hadn't been beautiful acquiring it. "Har fucking har," he retorted sarcastically.
"Shut up," Damian said, in his dreamy, crazy-artist voice.
Nick shut up accordingly. He knew Damian wouldn't hear whatever he had to say anyway. His arms were falling asleep as the blood drained from them.
"Okay, straighten up a bit. Now turn your head to the left slightly. Oh, very good, you remembered which way left is. I want the light to just catch the edge of your cheekbone and the line of your jaw. Right there. Hold it."
22
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Again, the flurry of lights. By now Nick knew to close his eyes, seeing as Damian wasn't shooting his face anyway.
When the sequence of flashing lights ended, he pulled on his arms to stretch his back, trying to ease the building tension in his shoulders.
"Will you stop wiggling around? Just stay where I put you until I say you can move," Damian demanded irritably, striding forward and pushing Nicholas back into position. "Do as you're told, boy."
"Yes, sir !" Nick hissed angrily.
"And stop talking, or I'll swat you," Damian instructed.
Nick froze into position, except for his cock, which rose in a slow steady swell of blood. The heat pooled at his groin made him fidgety but he didn't want to know whether Damian was serious about his threat. He sounded as if he would do it.
Nick jumped as he felt warm hands land on his hips.
Something brushed across his arse and he yelped, even though it hadn't hurt at all.
"Stay still, dammit!"
Fuck, Nick thought, he sounds serious. He concentrated on keeping his body positioned exactly as Damian had left him.
Finally his back and hip were signaling dire distress and Nick had to move, letting out a little groan. He yelped and flinched as a hard hand cracked against his arse, sending a burst of heat through his left cheek.
He turned instinctively just as the flash went and heard a click.
"Will you hold still now, or do you want me to swat you again?"
23
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Damian's voice came from almost directly behind him, where he was standing with the cable release in his hand.
Nick fell silent and turned away from the camera again. He could see the handprint in his mind, red against the whiter skin of his arse. He was suddenly very embarrassed and humiliated to know that Damian had taken a picture of him that way and wondered what insanity had led him to yank off his clothes and kneel here unresistingly while Damian took more photographs. Not that he had much choice now that he'd let Damian tie him up. The words alone sent a shiver of arousal over his bare skin.
"Got
"You could warn a person!" Nick yelled with an energy that surprised even him.
"Sorry," came the distracted reply.
21
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Somehow Nick knew that Damian wasn't going to remember to warn him the next time either. He squirmed uncomfortably; wearing these restraints somehow made him feel more naked than when he'd just taken off his clothing.
He wondered how long Damian—
The lights blinded him again, but he didn't say anything this time.
"Stick your ass out a little. No, back, toward me. More. No, too far, go back to where you were. Okay, back it up again.
There! Hold it right like that!"
The lights flashed in quick succession, and Nick's hip twinged. He hoped he'd be able to hold the pose as long as Damian wanted without his back cramping up.
"What's the scar from?"
"Oh, sorry," Nick muttered. "Uh, an accident. Had to have an operation."
"It's beautiful," Damian responded.
Nick was outraged; how dare Damian say that? He knew it was ugly, and it sure as hell hadn't been beautiful acquiring it. "Har fucking har," he retorted sarcastically.
"Shut up," Damian said, in his dreamy, crazy-artist voice.
Nick shut up accordingly. He knew Damian wouldn't hear whatever he had to say anyway. His arms were falling asleep as the blood drained from them.
"Okay, straighten up a bit. Now turn your head to the left slightly. Oh, very good, you remembered which way left is. I want the light to just catch the edge of your cheekbone and the line of your jaw. Right there. Hold it."
22
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Again, the flurry of lights. By now Nick knew to close his eyes, seeing as Damian wasn't shooting his face anyway.
When the sequence of flashing lights ended, he pulled on his arms to stretch his back, trying to ease the building tension in his shoulders.
"Will you stop wiggling around? Just stay where I put you until I say you can move," Damian demanded irritably, striding forward and pushing Nicholas back into position. "Do as you're told, boy."
"Yes, sir !" Nick hissed angrily.
"And stop talking, or I'll swat you," Damian instructed.
Nick froze into position, except for his cock, which rose in a slow steady swell of blood. The heat pooled at his groin made him fidgety but he didn't want to know whether Damian was serious about his threat. He sounded as if he would do it.
Nick jumped as he felt warm hands land on his hips.
Something brushed across his arse and he yelped, even though it hadn't hurt at all.
"Stay still, dammit!"
Fuck, Nick thought, he sounds serious. He concentrated on keeping his body positioned exactly as Damian had left him.
Finally his back and hip were signaling dire distress and Nick had to move, letting out a little groan. He yelped and flinched as a hard hand cracked against his arse, sending a burst of heat through his left cheek.
He turned instinctively just as the flash went and heard a click.
"Will you hold still now, or do you want me to swat you again?"
23
A Strong Hand
by Catt Ford
Damian's voice came from almost directly behind him, where he was standing with the cable release in his hand.
Nick fell silent and turned away from the camera again. He could see the handprint in his mind, red against the whiter skin of his arse. He was suddenly very embarrassed and humiliated to know that Damian had taken a picture of him that way and wondered what insanity had led him to yank off his clothes and kneel here unresistingly while Damian took more photographs. Not that he had much choice now that he'd let Damian tie him up. The words alone sent a shiver of arousal over his bare skin.
"Got
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