Page 193 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

“As I recall, I told you earlier today I was going to welt your ass, then fuck you so hard, you’d have trouble sitting or walking, and I mean to do it. Let’s go.”

He dragged her toward the bed while she struggled to get away from him. She thought about trying to bite him butreminded herself that hadn’t been effective and would most likely make him angrier.

“Noah, please.”

“Don’t youNoah, pleaseme. You earned yourself this set of stripes, and by God, woman, I mean to give them to you.”

Sitting on the bed, he threw her across one thigh, using his other leg to trap hers. Before she could make any kind of argument or formulate some kind of plan to avoid this, his hand came down and landed on her butt cheek with a resounding thwack.

“Owww…”

Zara realized Noah meant to see her royally punished for what she’d done but found it hard to continue thinking as his evil hand beat a steady rhythm on her upturned backside. She squirmed and yelped, and when she reached back, he simply captured both of her hands in his and used them to pin her down.

“You’ve got this coming, Zara. You shot me, you left me in Wales, running off without any kind of backup…”

“I’ve never had backup.”

“You have it now, and you’re damn well going to learn to use it.”

His hand bounced off her butt cheeks in an ever-increasing tempo of pain. The sharp staccato swats being dispersed fairly evenly all over her bottom were reigniting the banked heat from his previous spankings. Zara’s entire backside was on fire and beginning to swell. She knew from past experience, it would be red and heated to the touch before he was done.

When he was finished with the fleshy part of her ass, he moved down to swat her upper thighs and deliver punishing blows to her sit spots, splaying his hand, so a finger or two punished her between her legs as well. She yowled and fought, but he was too strong for it to do her any good.

“I’m sorry, Noah. Please stop. I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” he growled.

“I am. Please don’t spank me anymore. I won’t run off again. I learned my lesson.”

Noah snorted. “I doubt that.”

Zara heard the sound she had never wanted to hear again—the distinctive swish of leather being pulled from belt loops.

“No,” she cried, intensifying her struggles.

“Yes,” he whispered.

She heard his belt slicing through the air before it landed the first stripe of fire across the fullest portion of her bottom.

“No,” she screamed. “Noah, please, no!”

The belt descended, again and again, causing her to thrash on his lap, trying desperately to get away from the torturous weapon. Everything condensed to sound for Zara—Noah’s breathing, the leather whooshing through the air before it hit its target with a loud whack, and her wail in response. She had hoped never to hear the sound of a belt coming into harsh contact with her ass again.

Zara began to cry in great gulping sobs. Seven times his belt meted out the punishment he was determined she would receive. The first indication it might be over was when he laid the belt down where she could see it, then traced each of the welts he had placed. His touch was almost reverent but still made her inhale sharply.

Noah’s finger delved between her upturned cheeks and pressed against her dark rosebud, which gave way to his intrusion.

“Good girl,” he said when she did nothing but breathe heavily. “It’ll be easier on you if you just relax and accept my fingering you back there.”

“I don’t like it,” she said quietly, trying not to squirm.

“I don’t much care. You’re going to learn to do what I tell you. Right now, I’m telling you I mean to finger your asshole. Your job is just to lie here and accept that fact. If you can do that, you might find it’s not nearly as bad as you think.”

He released her hands and rubbed her back as he fingered her. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he removed his finger and realized he was right—it hadn’t been that bad. Gasping when the single digit was replaced with two, stroking in and out of her at a leisurely pace, she could feel her arousal growing in response to his touch. It was bad enough to accept he was going to use her in this manner, but something altogether different to find pleasure. Zara could feel the evidence of her own desire becoming more urgent as his cock began to throb beneath her. She moaned, and he retreated from her dark hole.

“Good girl. You see that corner by the fireplace?”

“Yes,” she said, knowing what was coming.

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