Kacper couldn’t help but smile at the gentle touches. Even though he was into the extreme roughness of it all, he had to admit that the simple caresses of Eli’s fingers on his skin made this experience even better than it already had been. Maybe Eli was the person that could help him appreciate this more as an art form instead of a torture device like he’d been using BDSM related things for.
“Thank you.” Kacper said, he’d steadied his breath enough to sound semi-normal and not be speaking in complete breaths anymore. But with each passing second it became harder and harder for him to control himself, and while it felt great he also felt like he should be doing something to Eli, and not getting all the pleasure for himself. Kacper’s hands balled into fists -or for as far as he could move his fingers on his hand with the cast- when he felt another hit, he had started to put more strain on all of his muscles in order to keep himself from cumming without permission. Kacper closed his eyes with the second strike, letting out a heavy grunt as the strands touched his skin. He was determined to see this trough, to not cum before he was told he could, to not topple over from the pain -- he wouldn’t give up on this.
Kacper opened his eyes when he felt Eli’s fingers under his chin, tears had welled up in his eyes from the pain which he quickly tried to blink away. Kacper admired himself in the mirror, he hadn’t taken the time to look at himself with the strikes -- but now -- he did indeed look beautiful, he couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.” he whispered, admiring the redness of his thighs.
