Page 74 of House of Lies

She hesitates and then releases the fur. Her hands inch around her ass cheeks, and then she reluctantly touches her pussy lips.

“Show me,” I growl, salivating at how fucking shy she is.

God, the ways I could ruin this girl.

The dirty, filthy, terrible things I could make her do.

Do to her.

My balls ache painfully at the thought.

Cassidy’s chest flutters as she takes an uneven breath, then she carefully peels herself open, baring her pink pussy to me. A rivulet of creamy arousal drips out of her, forcing a rough growl from me.

I drag the belt through those tender folds, coating the leather with her juices. When I bring it to my lips and lick it off, she mewls. Her cheeks go red, but she can’t look away.

Jesus, I can’t take it anymore.

The innocence in her eyes is too much. Her shame, her reluctance. I want to teach her to embrace every hedonistic urge and thought in her mind.

I grab her waist and haul her up from the sofa. She barely has time to squeak in fright before I have her draped over the back of the sofa. Her ass is in the air, bruises already yellowing and some almost faded to nothing, but bright enough to send a painful ache of lust through my cock and deep into my balls.

“Open,” I command.

Maybe she’s too terrified to move, but this time she doesn’t obey. She’s teetering on the back of the sofa, her hands on the cushions below her to stop her from toppling forward.

My mouth waters from her taste—a fucking tease—and I want nothing more than to burrow my head between her legs. But she’s not obeying me, and she already knows the punishment for that.

The belt cracks as it lands on her plump ass.

She yelps and immediately shifts forward, trying to crawl over the sofa and away from the pain.

I could drag her back. Tie her down so she’ll stay exactly where I put her. But this has to come from her. If she’s going to obey, then it can’t be because I don’t give her any other choice.

“Stop.”

She freezes, her body folding over the back of the sofa as she considers her next move.

“Yes…” I rumble, trailing my belt down the curve of her ass. “Perfect.”

I give her another lash, my dick weeping at her yell of pain.

Another. Another.

Her thighs are trembling, and I’m sure I hear a wretched sob break from her as I lay another blow over her plump ass cheek.

“You can yell as much as you want,” I tell her as I run my hand over her warmed flesh, “but I know you like it. If you didn’t…” I ram my fingers into her pussy, and her back arches as she throws back her head for a gasp of pleasure. “Then you wouldn’t be this fucking wet, toy.”

A smile teases the corners of my mouth as I work my fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. I thrust them deep inside her, keeping them buried up to the knuckles before parting them.

She pushes back, letting out a breathy pant and a soft, “Oh, God.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck!” she whispers like a curse.

“I bet you like my belt so much, you wished I’d fuck you with it,” I tell her.

She tenses around my fingers as I force the first inch of leather into her dripping pussy, using my fingers to keep her open.

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