Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“And now you’re blatantly defying me. You fully plan on coming between me and whoever I’m dealing with if it conflicts with your feminine sensibilities?” He delivers a hard spank that makes me squeal. “Answer me!”
“Yes!” I scream. “A thousand times yes.”
Silently, he moves his hands to his waist. He no longer holds my hands, but my legs are still under his, I’m still unable to move at all. I want to see what he’s doing. I want this to end. I want to discuss this like two reasonable adults.
But it seems he has no such plans. I tip my head to the side just in time to see him snake his belt off his waist and double it in his fist.
“Salvatore!” I protest, pushing at him to get off his lap, but he’s too strong, I’m too helpless in this position, and he’s determined to teach me a lesson.
The first lash of the belt falls in silence. I gasp in protest, unable to breathe through the searing pain. My fingers clench into fists and I stifle a whimper when the second whistling lash lands.
“You. Listen. To. Me.” Stripes of the belt land between each word. “I was not going to hurt him. He said that because I told him I would expect him to obey me, and apparently the last person he was expected to obey would treat discipline as an excuse to hurt him.”
Oh.
I close my eyes as the belt falls again. And again. And again.
“I would not hurt a child.”
“Yet you’d whip a woman?” I ask, my voice tremulous and broken.
“A fully grown woman under my authority, who promised to obey me, who actually likes being spanked? Absolutely.”
“I do not like this kind of spanking!”
It’s like I flipped a switch. One second, he’s thrashing me like I’m a bad schoolgirl, the next second, his voice drops. “That isn’t true. You might not like the pain of it in the moment, but you like being overpowered.”
“Not like this!” I insist.
He lifts the belt and I flinch, preparing for another hard spanking, but this time the leather caresses my skin like a kiss. The pain from a second ago somehow magnifies the sensation. I shiver, unable to stop my pounding heart. Almost cruelly, he spreads my legs by yanking them apart.
My pulse races. The cool, unyielding leather licks between my legs. My clit throbs.
Ugh, my traitorous, traitorous body.
“Tell me again you don’t like being overpowered.”
He’s fucked me and made me climax so many times, maybe my body responds on its own by now to his overbearing ways. He’s spanked me a few times but never used his belt, and other than a warning swat a few times, he’s never actually punished me.
“Not like this,” I say, but my voice melts into a moan when he strokes the leather between my legs. “I—I can’t… I don’t like when you treat me like a child.”
A quick flick of his wrist sends searing pain to my pussy when the leather licks bare skin. Again, he whips me there, and again, until my pussy throbs and I’m parting my legs without thinking this through, dying for some relief to the pressure between my legs.
“I am hardly treating you like a child.” His voice is thick with emotion and arousal as he alternates little flicks of his wrist on my pussy, my thighs, my ass, painting pain and pleasure all over the most sensitive parts of my body. “Am I?”
“Mmmph,” I say in response, unable to formulate words or express what I’m thinking. Well, no, he’s being all sexy dominant husband on me now, but he did just punish me.
“I haven’t changed any of my expectations for you, have I?”
I shake my head as my body combusts, heated and aroused with flickers of pain at the edges that only magnify everything I’m feeling.
“From the first day we met, I told you I’d expect you to obey. On the second day, you took vows to me and I made it clear I expected you to uphold those vows. Here we are, a week after we first met, and I’ve been nothing but consistent from day one.”
Somewhere along the line, he lost the belt and now his huge, rough palm’s stroking my fiery ass as he talks. Every touch of his fingers makes fire flicker between my legs. He caresses and strokes then spanks and kneads. The warring sensations make me half-crazy with need.
“Christ,” he curses, when his fingers part my legs and he easily traces slick arousal through my folds. “You’re sopping wet.”
I want to deny it. I don’t want to admit being punished like that arouses me, because that spanking fucking hurt, and if he gets any notion in his head about spanking turning me on like this, he’ll spank me daily because he wants to, and I’m not so sure about that. I mean, there are other ways of getting laid without involving a session over his knee.