Reluctant Bottoming

He shivered, feeling goose pimples rise. It was a powerful shock, and he inhaled sharply, exhaling as noisily. The coolness was a relief, but the abrasion of the shirt over the welts was painful as well. Deciding to skip the wand and tens unit, perhaps for another time, Leana wrapped her arms around him, kissing over his neck, nipping lightly here and there, licking softly, trying to bring him back around. Michael relaxed into her, trusting the restraints and her to hold him up. He wasn't sure what he thought, what he felt, or what to do about any of it. All he knew was there was soft comfort, and he wanted it. He opened his eyes.

"What just happened there," he asked, still spinning. Leana smiled and brushed a kiss over his lips.

"Don't worry. You liked it."

Michael looked up, and studied the restraints on his wrists, finally aware of them, and the riot of sensation on his back.

"You can let me out of here now," he said coldly.