Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I tap her cunt once more with the belt, and her body jerks. I do it again, harder this time, and she cries out so hard that part of her thong falls out. “No. No.” I shove it back inside, filling her tear-streaked cheeks. “Next time I gag you, I’ll make sure to tape those lips shut.”
Her shoulders go side to side, trying to relieve the pressure, and I tap her cunt again with the belt. She flinches but doesn’t make a sound that time. She expected it, so I do it harder. Her hips buck. I do it again even harder than the last. Her head falls back. Again. This time, the pain forces a scream into the thong.
Her inner thighs and pussy are red from the smack of the belt. I would give anything to drop to my knees right now, throw her legs over my shoulders, and lick it better.
I drop the belt to my side and reach between her legs. “Goddamn, Ash. Just look at you. Tied up and dripping wet.” She moves her hips, trying to ride my fingers, so I remove them. “This is a punishment, sweetheart. You won’t be coming tonight.”
She cries, tears rolling down her face to her exposed chest. I walk behind her, and she tries to look over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, but her arms are in the way.
“Now…where were we?” I slap the belt across her ass as I continue to remind her who the fuck owns her now.
ASHTYN
I wake up, groaning. My thighs ache, my ass stings, and my pussy is swollen. I’m naked but alone in my bed.
Thoughts of the night before come crashing back, and I bury my face into my pillow. Saint was at the party. He took me over to the trees, tied me up, and spanked me with a belt. Haidyn and Kashton watched like paying customers. It was humiliating, yet I loved every second of it.
My phone ringing makes me flinch as I sit up and see it lying on my nightstand.
My Lord lights up my screen, and I roll my eyes. Someone got into my phone last night and updated his contact. “He—" I clear my throat. “Hello?”
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Saint’s voice fills my ear.
“Morning,” I mumble, rubbing my heavy eyes. Fuck, I need some water and something to eat. Not to mention pain medication. I have a pounding headache, and my wrists are sore. The skin around them is irritated where they rubbed against the tree branches they’d tied me from. I couldn’t help but fight, even if I didn’t want to be free.
I can feel the burn on my ass and thighs from the belt last night. I ache all over. My hand falls from my face, and I open my eyes. I scream when I see a figure standing in the doorway of my room. “Jesus, Saint.” I fling my cell toward him as I lie on my back. “I have a headache,” I say, covering my face with my hands to avoid the bright light coming into my room from my windows. “What are you doing here?” I don’t even bother to look at him.
The bed dips beside me, and his hands pull mine from my face. “I’m disappointed, sweetheart,” he says.
“I’ve gotten drunk before.” I try to roll away, but he places a hand on either side of my chest, caging me in on my bed.
“I wanted you to ignore that call so I could tie you face down on your bed and take a belt to your ass again.”
My thighs clench at the reminder of what he did last night. I swallow as his eyes drop to my chest and run over my body, remembering I’m naked. He’s fully dressed in the same clothes as last night, letting me know he stayed here at my place with me.
“I should do it anyway after what you tried to pull last night.”
My wide eyes meet his. “What did I do?” I don’t remember past being spanked in the woods. Everything goes black after that. Who knows what I did.
“It took everything I had to stop you from sucking my cock in the car while I drove you home.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, and he arches a brow. “Funny, huh?”
“You make it sound like a bad thing.” I’m still laughing. “You saying you didn’t want it?”
He places his right hand on my face and leans down. His lips almost touch mine, and my laughter dies completely. I hold my breath, knowing it smells awful. “I want nothing more than to fuck this pretty face, sweetheart,” he says softly, his eyes drilling into mine. He moves his fingers to run over my trembling lips. “And I’m going to. But when I do, it won’t be in a car with you drunk off your ass.”