Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

a hand landed on my breastbone, the contact of warm skin against my chest all the more acute without my sense of sight.
    "Your only job is to feel," Mac whispered.
    My breath caught as his palm slid slowly downward, tickling against the trail of dark hair. Chains rattled as I arched toward a ghost of a touch against my erection that stood out proudly from my body, straining toward my stomach.
    "And you're not to come unless I demand it. Understood?"
    "Ye…" I swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."
    Mac grabbed onto my cock, my hips instinctively snapping into his hand. "So eager," Mac chuckled. He wrapped a strap snugly around the base of my cock and snapped it into place. I swallowed a moan of protest when he released me and stepped away.
    "I'm going to use the deerskin flogger; any objections, say so now."
    That particular flogger was my favorite. It was good quality deerskin and so soft. I knew Mac had plans for a heavy, sustained flogging and my cock twitched in response, a drop of pre-cum dampening the sensitive head in anticipation.
    "No objections, Sir."
    Mac's steps were measured and sure when he stepped past me. The slapping sound of the flogger, which I knew was against the cotton of his fatigues as this was part of his ritual, was loud in the otherwise quiet room.
    I jumped. Then something warm touched my shoulder, relaxing me immediately when I recognized familiar fingers massaging into my flesh. "Take a deep breath and relax."
    "Yes, Sir." I took a deep breath in, filling my lungs, and blew it and the tension out slowly.
    The first strike was against my right shoulder, immediately followed by a strike to the left. There was no pain as Mac moved the flogger in a figure-eight pattern. It was very thuddy but very little sting. I concentrated on each tiny kiss of the hide, losing myself in the sound and rhythm.
    A tingling sensation of warmth skittered along my nerve endings from the base of my spine to the back of my head, and as the blows continued to rain down, growing in intensity, my body swayed in an erotic dance. The sound of hide against flesh a melody as the hypnotic rhythm moved down my back and across the globes of my ass, the tempo changing only slightly as the flogger made its way down my thigh, to begin its journey upward once more.
    "God, you're so beautiful like this, Gunny. So sexy," Mac purred, his voice tight with arousal.
    I couldn't speak, only moan my pleasure as I began to float, the chains binding my wrists and ankles the only thing keeping me anchored. All sense of time or place was meaningless as the flogging increased in intensity and then peaked. No thoughts, no physical awareness of my body, even the sound of hide against skin was lost. It was as if a thick blanket of warmth cradled me and I soared to that special place only Mac could send me.
    How long I hung there in a suspended state, my body both the music and the dance, I couldn't swear. I only knew when the cloud around me changed, became a heavier weight, and then solid arms wrapped around me, heat against the sensitive flesh of my back.
    "Come back to me, Gunny."
    "Mmm," was the first sound I could pull from my dry throat.
    "That's it," Mac encouraged, his breath warm and sweet against my ear. His hands slid up my arms until our hands met and he entwined our fingers. We were skin to skin from head to toe. I had no idea when he lost his pants, but I was very much aware of his hard cock pressing against the crease of my ass.
    Mac kissed down my neck, stopping briefly to suck and nip. I could feel the blood being pulled to the surface, teeth scraping then wet lips soothing the spot before he continue to kiss across my jaw. I turned my head, meeting his lips, and I moaned a soft needy sound and opened my mouth wide to take Mac's tongue. Fingers teased the hairs of my forearms, sliding downward as Mac continued to kiss me. A complete exploration of my mouth, demanding, pushing for more, and I gave back as good as I got. Loving the way Mac battled, taking control of something as simple as a kiss.
    Mac bit my lower lip, our stubbled jaws rasping against each other as he moved to rest his head on my shoulder. His hands moved from my arms to my chest, down my stomach and, thank fuck, wrapped around my weeping cock.
    "You're so hard. God I love your cock."
    Mac's large hand stroked gingerly down my erection. I needed more, more friction, more… Fuck I just needed more. My hips started to thrust of their own accord, a hiss escaping me as the