Page 23 of Tower

The first lash of the leather crossed her ass, bringing with it a white-hot fire she’d never experienced. It took her breath away. She sucked in air just as the second lash hit its target.

She screamed.

Another lash and another.

“Stop!” she cried out, twisting to avoid the strikes but failing miserably.

“Not yet,” he announced and continued to administer the punishment.

He didn’t leave an inch of her ass unmarked as he brought the length of his belt down on her over and over again, moving up and down her bottom. She screeched when the leather landed on her thighs.

“Please! I’m sorry!” she cried, tears rolling uncontrolled down her cheeks. Pain, unadulterated pain coursed through her bottom as he continued.

“Almost done,” he promised in a soft voice. How the hell could he be so calm while delivering such a harsh spanking?

“I can’t—please—no more!” She yanked hard on the cuffs. She could take the rest, and she would, but her mind was reeling from the sharpness of each strike.

His response was to move his mark higher, onto the fleshy part of her ass. She must be a bright-red mess.

All she’d had to do was stay on the estate. That was all he’d asked. He’d given her free rein of the house, aside from the one wing he wanted to escort her through. But she’d tried to run. Until this moment, he hadn’t hurt her, hadn’t done anything to make her fear him, but she’d gone against him anyway.

Any reasonable person would try to escape. But he’d warned her. He’d told her what would happen, and now she hung from a cage, her ass being blistered by his belt.

He’d kept his word.

“I won’t run again!” she called out, meaning it, knowing she would never make another attempt. Not if being caught would bring this hellhound to her door.

He paused.

“I swear it, Peter. I won’t,” she huffed, sucking in air, feeling the burn of her throat from her cries, the ache in her chest from lack of breath.

“It’s not safe for you to run off.” The tips of his fingers ran along her ass, making her hiss from the tenderness. She imagined how swollen her cheeks were, how red and bruised.

“It’s not safe for me here,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against the bars and letting the tears dry on her cheeks.

“I know you’re confused. I know this is all probably pretty scary, but all you can do is focus on what I tell you.” He crushed his body against hers, his hard length pressing against her naked ass.

“How is being locked in here better than being locked in at home?” she asked quietly. Would she ever find the freedom she sought?

“You aren’t locked in here, Azalea. And if you follow my rules, if you behave, you won’t feel the sting of my belt again.” He ground his hips into her ass, making her too aware of his cock pushing against her.

“When you’re a good girl, when you listen, you’ll have so much pleasure. So much happiness, you’ll wonder why you ever wanted to run away.” His lips brushed against her ear.

“You’re insane.” She forced a hardness to her words, but she could admit at least to herself that, through the burn of her ass, she sensed the rising arousal in her belly. Her pussy was wet. From the first lash to the last, she’d felt her body responding to his harshness.

He knew it, too.

Fingers slipped between her ass cheeks, pressing against her puckered hole then moved lower until he found the wetness she couldn’t stop.

“Ah, there you are.” He kissed the spot behind her ear. “There’s the Azalea I met at Tower. The woman turned on by a whipping, the woman fighting her own desires, her own sexuality.” He rolled his finger over her sensitive clit, now swollen and wanting from her punishment.

“No.” She tried to shake her head, to deny what he said, but he kissed her cheek.

“I don’t like that word from you. I should forbid you to use it.” He pinched her clit, sending a wave of electricity through her body.

All her strength had been used during the belting, so she couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure escaping her lips when he pinched again.

“Imagine how quickly you’d come for me if I thrust my cock in you, or if I sucked on this little clit of yours.” He slid his fingers back, circling her entrance. “How fast will you come unglued for me if I fuck you with my fingers?”

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