Page 72 of My Best Friend's Dad

“Keep those cheeks spread open for me, bad girl. I want your mind fully focused on the fact that this tight virgin ass is going to get fucked tonight,” he said darkly, and I whined quietly, too ashamed and aroused and nervous to form any intelligible words.

Vincenzo teased my opening for a moment longer before he pulled his fingers away and dropped them to his waist.

I knew what was coming next.

I watched, my breath catching in my throat, as Vincenzo slowly unbuckled his belt, the sound of the black leather sliding through the loops echoing in the quiet room. My heart pounded, a mixture of fear and anticipation swirling inside me.

I was still holding my bottom cheeks wide open. I didn’t dare let them go, not after his threat to use my own arousal as lube.

I had a feeling that would make my bottom fucking hurt even more.

His eyes never left mine, intense and unwavering, as he pulled the belt free and let it dangle from his hand. There was something both intimidating and mesmerizing about the way he moved, each motion deliberate and controlled, and I couldn’t take my eyes away.

I bit my lip, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. Vincenzo stood before me, his expression hard, his muscles tensed. He was so powerful, so commanding and my fearful arousal reached a head.

“Can’t you just fuck me, and I’ll promise never to get so drunk again?” I tried.

His jaw tightened, his eyes flashing. He was definitely not in the mood to bargain with me.

He folded the belt in half and smacked it against his palm, the loud crack filling the air and making me jump.

“You may release your bottom and put your hands in front of you,” he directed.

I did as he asked, placing my palms on the bed where he told me to. My nerves were skyrocketing now, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Without a word, Vincenzo placed the belt beside me on the bed and grasped my wrists.

Using the same cuffs that he’d used when he’d eaten out my pussy yesterday, he bound my hands above my head.

“You’re going to want to reach back, and I don’t want those pretty fingers to get hurt,” he said softly.

I blinked in surprise.

That meant this was going to sting,really sting, but he didn’t want to truly hurt me.

That only made my pussy clench down harder.

I could hear his breath quicken and knew that he was just as turned on as I was, and that somehow made me feel less ashamed.

I turned my head, watching as he reached down, grasped the belt, and raised it above his head.

“I’m going to enjoy this, bad girl. You might not, but your wet little pussy tells me that you will on some level, at least,” he smirked.

Then he brought down the belt.

The sound of leather meeting flesh rang out, and a fiery line of pain bloomed across my bottom. I cried out, the sharp sting taking my breath away.

The belt landed again and again, painting my bottom with fire. He wasn’t playing games. There were no warmup strikes. Each lash was simply hard from the very beginning. My ass burned, and I kicked my feet, the pain searing into my soul.

I bit my lip, trying to tell myself that I would keep quiet, that I would take this like the big girl I said I was, but I knew I was only kidding myself.

I could probably only take a few more like this without making a sound.

The belt fell again and again, my bottom blazing with pain. I scrunched up my face, and I struggled against the cuffs, the leather digging into my wrists.

The belt came down harder and I lost my battle to be silent. A high-pitched yelp escaped my lips, but that didn’t stop the horrid leather strap from falling again.

And again.

My bottom was a furnace now, the flames licking at every inch. I tried to focus on my breathing, to stay calm and quiet, but the pain was too intense, and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

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