<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>Lucas' breath had hitched audibly as the heat began to prickle his skin in the aftermath of the sharp lash. Already he knew that Chris was more experienced with such things than any client he'd had before, and the prospect of just what else the man could (and hopefully would) do was thrilling. A hand lifted to lightly touch the raised red line, hissing softly at the contact before he let it drop as the taller man leaned forward to inspect the mark himself. It seemed that Chris was impressed with the whore's 'calibre' for lack of a better word, and Lucas offered a small smirk towards the other man.<br/><br/>He released a small groan as slender fingertips brushed directly over the burning mark, his back arching slightly forwards as if to offer more of the blank canvas that was his body. Chris didn't linger long however and soon stood to his full, rather impressive height to tower over the seated whore once again, leaving Lucas to bite his lower lip in anticipation as the arm swung back once again in preparation for another strike.<br/><br/>It was harder than the last, bringing a loud cry to blissful agony from the boy's lips as he fell back against the bedsheets, his back arching upwards. The pain echoed for several moments afterward, pinpricks of crimson blossoming across the line that graced the skin just above his hardened nipple. "Nngh... Fuck..." He whispered hotly, lifting a hand to bite into one of his fingers hard enough to pale the skin, writhing a little as the heat began to sink inwards, the initial spark of pain fading.<br/><br/>There was nothing to hide the flush that covered his whole body; skin tinted a light pink as blood rushed between his spread thighs. His arousal was clear and he slowly pushed himself up to sit once again, letting Chris view the crimson line and the blood that trickled slowly down over his perked nipple as he lowered his hand to rest it on his thigh. He didn't speak, but his eyes were hooded as they gazed up at his client; silently asking for more.