Page 13 of Darling Bride

He picks me up and lays me down, rolling me onto my belly with my face rested to the side. The pillow is soft against my cheek. I close my eyes as he fastens the cuffs around my wrists so my arms are spread.

His boots hit the ground. The belt cracks.

I moan softly, muffled.

“You stay put,” he says. “I fucking mean it this time, Diane.”

My toes curl at the way he says my name. All stern, with a little drawl at the end. My eyes squeeze shut and my pussy aches. It likes this Westin more than I care to admit.

I can’t roll over even if I wanted to. His touch contacts my calf. It runs down the arch of my foot. A little bolt of bravery goes through me again. This time, I think it might be plain foolishness. But it makes me kick my foot, hitting his hand.

“Goddamn it, girl,” he says.

He’s got me uncuffed in a second. In the soft orange firelight, he picks me up and carries me to the hearth.

“Get on your knees,” he says.

Obediently, I drop down. He has the belt in one hand, my hair in the other.

“Palm up.” His voice is sitting at the bottom of his chest. All harsh and deep.

I offer him my right palm. I know my eyes are huge, fixed on him in the shadows. He sets the belt aside and starts unfastening his shirt the rest of the way and takes it off. A trickle of sweat moves between his pecs.

He goes to the dresser again and takes a flat, bendy switch out.

“You earned both spankings tonight, darling,” he says.

I swallow hard, my palm swimming before my eyes. There’s a sharp hiss. A sting of pain. Arousal pours down my spine and fills my hips, tearing a gasp from my lips.

He takes hold of my hair, wrapping it around his fist to keep me still. The switch comes down hard on the soft tissue of my palm. Not hard enough to leave a mark. But it stings. I whimper aloud.

He spanks me again. Twice more. Then he lifts me up, tears slipping from my eyes, and deposits me back on the bed on my belly. The cuffs go over my wrists. He pushes my slip up around my waist, baring my ass. The bed dips and the belt cracks.

I cry out as my ass stings.

I could have avoided this by behaving. Or just saying my safeword. But I love it, it makes me come alive. All the stress of the last week is gone. My body is wide awake, my pussy soaked and my nipples aching. The sting of the belt is a small price to pay for the high.

It strikes where I’m so sensitive, where my ass meets my thighs. My body arches, writhing. He doesn’t chastise mebecause he knows I can’t stay still for this. But he’ll make me pay later, when his cock is between my legs.

The belt comes down again.

And again.

I’m sobbing when he finally stops. Euphoric tears, salty on my lips. He straddles me, unfastening the cuffs. Then, he flips me to my back and drapes my leg over his elbow. His mouth brushes mine, open and hot. I feel him, how hard and hungry he is, between my thighs. He thrusts and he’s inside me, every inch all at once.

I bite back my scream. His hips work, slamming into me with starving strokes. I’m so wet and loose it doesn’t hurt, but he’s so deep it makes my stomach swoop.

“Fuck, that’s right,” he pants, against my neck. “You take every inch in your sweet, tight pussy.”

My spine arches, lifting my hips so he can slam his body into mine. I feel him so deeply. The head of his cock strokes up against my cervix. Maybe leaving me sore tomorrow. I’m perfectly full, stretched around him. So wet he slides easily in and out, sending arousal dripping down my ass.

His eyes glitter in the firelight. The hard ridges of his abs ripple.

“Open your mouth,” he rasps.

Obediently, I part my lips and put out my tongue. He spits on it and bends down. His mouth meets mine, kissing me hard as I swallow the saliva dripping down my throat. The soft groan from his chest sends a tremor through my body. Making me grip his cock hard.

When he pulls back, he’s panting.

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