Page 89 of Pretty Little Thing

“Yes,” I moan. “More, please.”

Clive spreads my knees and gently settles my legs up over his shoulders. As my rear shifts down, he keeps his tongue on me, slowly licking upward to my dripping slit.

“I want that ass, Ms. Payne.”

I nod, wanting him to take it. “Yes...”

“Are you going to give it to me?”

He taps my clit with his tongue and I shudder with pleasure.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Good girl.” He laps at me, bringing me so close to the edge I grow tense in anticipation. “Will I be the first?” he asks.

I hesitate. “No.”

Clive withdraws his lips and I ache with regret. “What was that?”

“No, Mr. Snow,” I say, breathing hard. “You won’t be the first.”

“How many other men have been in your ass?” he asks, staring up at me with dark, intense eyes.

“Two,” I answer truthfully.

He forces my knees together again. “Legs up,” he says, drawing my ankles into the air. “Don’t move.”

I hold them there as he stands up off the floor. He stares down at me with hard, unblinking eyes as he pulls his belt from of his belt loops.

“Two men,” he says, folding the belt in half. “Two lashes.”

I shiver in place, rocked to the core but still intrigued. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s too late for sorry. Don’t move.”

He grips my ankles with his left hand, easily holding them together with his strong fingers.

I look into his eyes. So wild and intense, unlike anything I’ve seen in him before. He’s displeased, that’s for sure, and that’s my fault.

My tongue twitches for the safe word but I bite it instead. The heat building on my skin screams even louder. I’m still throbbing for release and I know the only way to get it is through this. I want to know where this leads. I want to know how it feels to be truly punished.

Clive raises the belt over his head. His eyes shift to look at me for a brief second before he takes aim at my lifted ass.

The belt descends, slapping my skin with a quick, smooth whip.

“Ah!” I cry out, arching my back in pain.

“One,” he counts.

I dig my nails into the bed, riding out the red fire shooting up to my knees. It hurt. Really hurt. But part of me doesn’t care. Part of me knows that it’s halfway over. One more and he’ll forgive me. One more and he’ll be satisfied. One more… and he’ll give me pleasure.

Clive hits me again, this one faster and more biting than the first one. I don’t cry out this time. I grit my teeth and hold my breath, letting the discomfort ride through me.

“Two,” he says, dropping the belt to the floor.

I open my mouth, letting my breath out through my trembling lips. A warm tear creeps out of the corner of my closed eye, sparking a sense of bliss deep within my chest.

“Nora.”

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