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walked out of the restaurant he put his hand firmly on my lower back, pushing me forward. I was hyper aware of the touch, and I couldn’t wait to get back to his place so that I could have more of his hands on me.
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    Cain led me into his house. “I’m just going to change,” he said. “I want you to take off your clothes and fold them on the chair over there.” He pointed to one of the bar stools by the kitchen island.
    Cain’s house had an open floor plan. The kitchen and living room were defined by their own sets of furniture, but there were no walls. It was a nice house, if a little smaller than the one I grew up in.
    “OK,” I said, watching as he walked into his bedroom. I took off my clothes and folded them neatly on the stool as instructed, and then stood uncertainly between the sofa and the kitchen area. I sat down on the other bar stool, not wanting to sit on the sofa while I was naked.
    I waited for several minutes, wondering what Cain was doing. I wasn’t cold, but I felt very weird being naked without Cain there. My dick was hard, anticipating the fun to come.
    “Did I tell you to sit!?” Can barked from behind me. I swung around, jumping off the chair and to my feet.
    Holy fuck. Cain smirked at me, enjoying my reaction as I stared at him, mouth open and drooling.
    The hunky cop was wearing a pair of black leather breeches, knee high riding boots, a leather uniform shirt and leather gloves. In his hand he held a long riding crop. He slapped the crop against his gloved palm, walking towards me.
    No. He didn’t walk. He strutted . He moved like an arrogant predator who knew that his prey had no means of escape.
    “On your knees,” he commanded, bringing the crop to my shoulder and pushing it down. I sank to my knees before him, staring up at his muscular leather-clad body. He smirked, smacking the crop down into his hand with a loud smack .
    I shivered, imagining what it would feel like to have that smack land on my naked skin.
    “Your safeword is red, Ethan,” Cain said, bringing the crop under my chin and holding it there. The leather was stiffer than it looked and my cock jerked at the contact. “I would rather you use it too often then not often enough. Do you understand?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I replied, swallowing.
    “Good,” Cain kneeled down, the leather noisy as he came to a crouch in front of me. He took my chin in his big hand and held my head steady, looking into my eyes. “Now are you going to be a good boy for me?”
    The hand holding my chin was big and strong, fingers digging into my cheek. “Yes, Sir,” I answered.
    He cradled his hand against my cheek, the leather soft and smooth, before bringing the crop up and tapping my other cheek. He tapped it three times before bringing it up and smacking it down on my face, hitting me right below the cheekbone.
    It wasn’t hard compared to the strength Cain could bring to bear, but it stung .
    “You like that?” he asked me, rubbing the hand cradling my face softly.
    “Yes, Sir,” I answered truthfully. I did love it. It was just the right combination of painful and humiliating.
    He did it again, slightly harder, before rising to his feet. His crotch was now right in my line of sight, and if I just leaned forward I would have been able to touch it.
    “Kiss my boot,” he commanded. I looked down to his shiny leather boots and scrambled to obey. I sank down on my hands and knees, bringing my face to the tip of his large booted foot. I placed my lips on the shiny tip, kissing it reverently. I marveled at the size of his feet. They must have been at least a size fourteen, and if I were to try on his boots my feet would be swimming in them.
    Smack !
    The crop hit my ass, landing with a brutal sting. I jumped up, shocked.
    “Kiss it like you mean it!” Cain commanded, striking a wide pose, waiting for me to get back to work.
    I kissed the boot, working it with my tongue as I mouthed up and down the foot, moving my way slowly up his