Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Count?” Her voice shook. Was it with fear, or was my little angel learning that she liked a bit of pain and anticipation?
“Each strike, you will count it out loud. Then you will thank me for your punishment,” I said as I trailed the fold of the cool leather down her spine and then pressed it between her legs, giving her clit just a bit of pressure. I held it there, waiting a beat, waiting for her to relax, and then, without warning, I reared back and slammed the belt over her ass. The sound of the leather hitting her flesh was incredibly satisfying.
Then she added to the melody when she cried out. The musical sound of her voice was so sweet to my ears.
“If you don’t count, then that strike doesn’t either,” I warned.
“One, thank you, sir,” she said on a sob.
I stood up straight, moving behind her and admiring the pinkish line now on her left ass cheek. Running my hand over it, I could feel the heat radiating from her flesh, and I waited until her back arched again, until the tension in her body eased, then I took a step back and left a matching stripe on her right ass cheek.
She cried out again but regained her composure much faster.
“Two, thank you, sir.”
I spanked her several more times with the belt, listening to the musical sounds of her cries as they slowly turned to moans. When she thanked me for the tenth strike, I placed the warmed leather over her clit again, pressing just enough to give her some friction.
“Why are you being punished?”
“Because I was bad,” she said. Not a moment’s hesitation in her answer. “I ran from you, and I should have never run.”
“Why is that?”
She didn’t answer, so I pressed the belt against her flesh harder and asked again.
“Why should you never run from me?”
“Because I belong to you,” she cried.
I slammed the belt across the sensitive skin that connected the backs of her thighs to her ass and grazed over her pussy lips.
She jumped again, and cried out, this time her body rocking forward, and I took complete advantage of that. I tossed the belt aside then grabbed her ass and pushed her body forward on the bed before dropping to my knees and licking her ass, running my tongue around the rim, listening as her cries turned to pants and soft moans. Sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, I could feel how turned on she was. How a spanking with a belt actually made her dripping wet.
She could argue and reason all she liked. It didn’t change the fact that her body showed me exactly what it wanted. My little angel needed a firm hand to guide her. One that would punish her and reward her. She craved dominance, and she was made to bend to my will.
Her thighs were already trembling, and I worked her body thoroughly, intensifying the pleasure, making her ache, making her cry out my name over and over.
Fuck, I needed to find a place in the city where I could take her like this over and over. After hearing her pleasure cried out, God’s name painted across her lips, I didn’t think I’d be able to go back to the silent fucking in the church, or the quiet, stolen sins in her bedroom.
I wanted her to scream my name.
Not my title, my fucking name. It wasn’t God making her come apart. He wasn’t the one showing her all the forbidden things that would bring her bliss. God wasn’t the one teaching her how to blend pain and pleasure to reach new highs.
I worked her up faster, bringing her to the brink of her orgasm and stopping. Pulling away from her and wiping my mouth on the back of my arm.
“Please, please, I need—”
“You need to tell me who you belong to,” I said in a low growl.
“You,” she cried. “I only belong to you. My body, my soul. Everything is yours.”
“Will any other man ever touch you again?” I asked, placing my hand on her reddened ass, holding her in place, so open and exposed to me.
“No,” she cried, as I slid a single finger inside of her.
“Will you ever run from me again?”
“No, never.”
Her hips started rocking back into my hand. One finger would never satisfy her, but she was too worked up to stop. Fuck, the power I held over her felt so damn good.
“Beg.”
“Please,” she cried. “Please, I need—”
“I know you want it. But do you deserve it?” I asked.
“I can be good,” she said. “I will be so good for you. Only you. Let me be good for you. Let me serve you, please.”
Her words were coming out so fast, and she was so wet around my finger, that I doubted she even knew what she was saying.