He heard the snap of the riding crop before he felt it, and the abrupt sting punched the breath from his lungs. Instinctively, Kaegan bit his lip until blood dotted along the indentations and hissed out a breath between his teeth. He squared his shoulders and inhaled sharply through his nose, arousal churning low in his stomach. Hands twitching to rest obediently on his thighs, Kaegan shivered as the crop caressed up his spine. Peering up at his Mistress with wide eyes, he swallowed thickly, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth, “y-your instructions were to keep my hands to myself, Mistress.”
Something dark twisted in his chest even as his gut swooped with interest, face aflame with embarrassment and anger. Kaegan bowed his head and crossed his hands neatly behind his back, spreading his knees for leverage before lowering his cheek to the floor. “If it would please you, Mistress.” He lifted his head to place kisses to the tops of her feet, “but I would rather you didn’t,” Kaegan admitted, nuzzling against her ankle.