“Obviously, my body doesn’t realize what a monster you are.” His comment has me on the defense. He’s about to use his belt on my bare ass; my mind isn’t portraying the situation correctly to my body.
“I think you like this. You want me to punish you. The very idea of it wets your pussy. I think you want me to touch you even more.” His words are like silk wrapping around my body.
“I will never want you to do anything to me.” I’m shocked my brain is functioning enough to form the lie.
“Hmmm, I think you’re lying more to yourself than me right now, so I’ll let it go.” He moves his hand to the small of my back. Scrunching up my t-shirt in his fist, he pulls it up and away from my ass.
The belt crashes down on me as I take my next breath, and I round my back, pulling my ass in toward the post, away from him. He uses the t-shirt to yank me back into place, bringing the burning leather back down across my cheeks.
“Fuck! Andrei!” I scream. “It hurts!”
“Good.” He sounds pleased.
“Please!” I cry out as the belt continues to fall over my ass, searing white heat into my skin.
“Please what?” He runs his hand over my left ass check, caressing it downward, then digging his nails into my flesh and dragging them upward toward my back. I hiss as the new sharpness of it reaches my brain and rise up to my toes as if I can somehow evade his punishing hand.
“Andrei.” I breathe out his name when he releases me. “No more.” I shake my head while pressing my head to the beam I’m still bound to. “Please, no more.”
“I mean what I say, Isolde. If you disobey me, you’ll pay the consequences. Every time.” The leather lashes at me again and the tears I’m holding fall past my lids, steamrolling down my cheeks.
“I don’t want this.” I suck in a shaky breath. I can’t pretend that I didn’t fantasize about him, about this sort of thing. Being held down, overpowered by him, by his dominance; the fantasy wormed its way into my alone time more than it should have. I always knew he had this streak in him.
Before, I was too young to understand what it meant. I only knew he was dangerous and that he took no shit from anyone. But I understand now. And this isn’t a fantasy.
But my pussy is soaked with arousal, and my body craves his touch.
This is wrong. All of this is wrong.
“I don’t want you.” It’s such a lie.
The belt falls to the floor at my feet. “I’m going to show you what a liar you really are.”
The deep red of her ass is already fading to pink. By the time she goes to bed, she’ll only have a few tender spots to remind her of today’s lesson.
I run my hand over her left ass cheek, fisting it as I reach the bottom. She hisses again, and the sound plays right to my cock.
Letting go of her cheek, I slide my hand over the crack of her ass, down further, dipping between her legs. Her thighs tighten.
“Open your legs, or I’ll take my belt to your thighs.” It’s a promise I hope I get to keep. I’m a monster for it, but it’s the truth. The little markings on her ass would be even sweeter if there were matching ones crisscrossing up and down her thighs. Every time she tries to sit tomorrow, she’ll remember what I did to her tonight.
She slides her feet over the carpeting until her thighs are spread, her ass is pushed back. Her arousal is obvious. Her fucking thighs are damp with it.
I continue on my path with a feather-like touch, making my course to her pussy.
“You’re soaked.” I glide through her folds easily. A tremble runs through her body as I continue up to her clit.
Another hiss when I stroke the swollen nub. I clench my jaw. My cock aches with the harshness of my arousal. I need to be inside her.
But not yet.
First, I need to prove her for the liar she is.
Pressing down on her clit, I circle it to the right, then the left, each pass going harder, then softer, faster then slower, until she’s arching her back. Her head falls back. She’s forcing her lips closed, but the mewling sound she’s making still unleashes between us.
I kiss her cheek, lick away the tears still drying on her skin.
I’d rather lick her cunt.