God, he hoped so.
Gideon pulled his arm back, aiming for the back of Jesse’s thigh, just below his ass. He struck with precision, and the only thing louder than the paddle against Jesse’s flesh was his shout. It echoed up to the ceiling, and Gideon was thankful that nobody upstairs would be able to hear the two of them. Unfortunately, the skin didn’t break, and the pink flush of blood heightened Gideon’s bloodlust.
He hit the exact same spot on the second blow. Jesse’s shout was even sharper. Drops of blood welled up and began flowing down his skin.
The next slap was inches upward, closer to Jesse’s ass. It kept the leather out of the blood, but overlapped enough to widen the cut. Scarlet droplets rolled to the narrow gutter running alongside the rack.
He had to remember to strip out o
