It should have made him uncomfortable, the pulsing pain that slowly seeped into his muscles with each strong blow. It should have made him tense even more and call it all off, but instead he felt the beginnings of arousal flare low in his gut. It made the light rocking of his groin against the bedspread so much more erotic than he'd thought it would be. The pleasure of it dulled his wits, or maybe it just forced his mind to stop questioning every reaction so he could simply feel. Either way, he found himself relaxing even more instead of tensing against every strike, and Travis' voice coached him through every moment.
"You know how it is from my place. You watch the reactions, how the body moves, and you play around with pace, power, and placement until you find just the right combination. When you receive... you feel that experimentation, don't you?"
The pressure became more stingy and rode higher up on his backside, and he grunted, tensing when the hand went too high. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice a little breathless as his heart pounded against his ribcage.
"And you feel when that perfect place is struck?"
Aaron unconsciously licked his lips as he closed his eyes and gave in just a little more, following the subtle instructions in Travis' words without a fight. He didn't know that there really was a perfect place on him, but as the hand moved around his backside, the angle changing, he felt the throbbing pleasure spike. Another gasp left him as his eyes flew open, and he stared blindly at the headboard. "There!"