Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Renata,” I say warningly. Her gaze never leaves mine as I stand and unfasten my belt. She takes off the rest of her clothes before I can reach her, and they fall to the floor in a heap.
Her body is all curves and shadows and calls to me like a beacon. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing me, testing the boundaries I’ve drawn. She slowly draws the curtains back, fully exposing her naked flesh to the world beyond the room.
She’s crossed a line.
She gives me a sly smile, daring me to do something about it.
Turning away from the window, she arches her back as if offering herself to me. The sight of her exposed like this sends a rush of heat through me. My belt slides through its loops with a hiss, and her gaze flickers to it, a spark of anticipation in her eyes mixed with fear.
“I’ve been way too lenient with you,” I scold, doubling the belt over in my hand. “What makes you think you can behave like this and get away with it? Obviously, I haven’t done my duty as your husband.”
She bites her lip, her eyes burning with desire, and doesn’t answer, but the challenge in her gaze is clear. I close the small space between us, grip her wrist, and yank her back from the window. She gasps as I bend her over my knee and pin her down. My hand flattens on the small of her back, easily keeping her in place. Fire thrums through my veins.
“You’ve pushed me too far this time, and now you’re going to see what happens when you cross a line I set for you, Renata.”
She glances over her shoulder, her eyes dark with anticipation, her lips curled in a come-hither smile. “Ohh, I’m so scared.”
I narrow my eyes at her, lift my knee to give me better access, and relish the way her hands flail out in front of her to brace herself on thin air before I snap the folded belt across her ass. My cock aches at the way she squeals and tries to squirm out of my grip, but I hold fast. I do it again, harder this time, loving the way her body tenses and she moans.
“You crave this, don’t you? Being over my knee, knowing your mine to control and punish.” My breath is hot against her ear.
“I love it when you take control,” she whispers, her body softening against me. I bring down the belt again, a sharp crack that makes her gasp, her fingers digging into me. The sound echoes in the small room. I flick the belt again and again, hard enough to redden her pretty ass but holding myself back with effort.
When her ass is seared a pretty cherry red, and she’s panting heavily, slick cream coating her inner thighs, I slide the belt between her legs. “Mmm. Beautiful. I love the way you look when I punish you.”
I ease the belt to her clit and tap. She squeals and wriggles. “Are you going to be a good girl?” I ask, tapping her pussy again, harder this time. Her back arches, and I swear she’s on the edge of climax.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“That’s what I want to hear. Touch yourself, angel. Stroke your clit.”
She reaches for her pussy and quickly finds her folds. She strokes upward, moaning when she finds her swollen clit. I hold her against my knee, drop my belt, and cup her hot ass with my hand. “You’re wet, Renata. Did your spanking turn you on?”
“Oh God, yes,” she moans out, her hand moving faster between her legs.
“Good girl. I want you to crave my discipline. Touch yourself. Keep going. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” I slap the underside of her thigh. Her hips buck, and she whimpers with need. I hold her against me and lift my belt. “If you stop, I’ll spank you raw and leave you wanting. Don’t push me, woman.”
“I’m not—going—to—stop.” She moans.
“Good girl,” I say approvingly. I give her another sharp smack. “I’m gonna have my work cut out for me keeping you in line, aren’t I?” I strap her again. She moans again, blissed out, hardly able to respond.
“Yes,” she breathes in a whisper.
She strokes with frantic movements, now on the cusp of release.
“Don’t you dare fucking come. You must beg me first.”
“Please!” she says in an impassioned whisper. “Please, Ollie. I need to come. I’m going to come.”
“No, you’re not, you haven’t proven your loyalty to me yet. Keep touching yourself and don’t stop.”
I strap her ass hard again with my belt. The way it stings and her perfectly plump ass jiggles make me so fucking hard I can’t help but bend and bite the pink imprint it leaves behind. She writhes almost uncontrollably under me, torn between obeying me and just ending the torture I’m imposing on her.