Page 64 of Blades of Obsession

“If you get up again, I’m adding ten more,” he threatens, and a chill goes down my spine at the confirmation that he’s going to use the belt.

“O-okay, I’ll go change.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do that, anyway. After I’m done with you.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“You know what I think? I think deep down you wanted this punishment.” He trails the belt over my thighs softly, the buckles chiming in the air. “That’s why you didn’t listen—on purpose. You wanted me to punish you.”

He doubles the belt in his hand and brings it down across my backside. The sharp sting makes me gasp, burying my head in the bed.

Slap.

“Ahh!” I yell, tears immediately pricking at the corner of my eyes. The pain is on a completely different level from when he used his hand those other times.

Three sharp slaps land in a flash, each one hurting more than the last, giving me no time to brace myself for the next. The covers muffle most of my cries. It’s a good thing because we’re not too far away from the party.

Another slap.

I feel the sting lingering, searing in a way that leaves me breathless. “Pl—easeee! It hurts!” I want to put my hand back, but I know that would only make it worse. So instead, I grip the sheets as if they’re my last lifeline.

“You should’ve thought about that before,” his raspy voice taunts as he rubs over my burning ass.

I did think about that. But when Frankie said ten minutes of trouble was worth it, it made sense at the time. She didn’t tell me the belt would hurtthismuch. I’m never listening to her again. If she wants to get in trouble all the time, she’ll have to do it on her—ah!

Another crack sounds in the air before the belt lands down piercingly—twice. By this time, my ass is onfire, and I’m sobbing uncontrollably. Pain radiates through my entire backside, but I also feel an aching throb between my legs.

I can’t believe I’m getting turned on by this, and even getting wet from it. I guess I can believe it. I get turned on by sick things. The knife, the spankings, the control—all of it.

“I’ll make this the last one,” he reassures me. But when the final blow lands, it strikes down hard on my upper thigh, the pain so sharp and sudden it steals the breath from my lungs. The agony ripples through me like a tidal wave, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth, stifling the scream that threatens to break free.

The belt drops to the floor, and my shoulders slump with relief.

Blade’s hand moves to rub my ass, his touch soothing against the tender skin. His other hand weaves into my hair, massaging my scalp. It feels nice. The relaxing sensations slowly unravel the tension inside me, calming the sobs that shake my body.

When I’m no longer crying, his hand glides down, tracing my spine before they slip into my panties. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans, desire thick in his voice. He presses himself against me, and I can feel the unmistakable hardness of his growing cock poking against my ass.

Chapter 24

BLADE

A part of me loves that she disobeyed me. She never usually does, and fuck, the sound of her cries goes straight to my dick. Even better, her cheeks stained with tears, the tearsIgave her, and her ass littered with my marks. It really is a sight to see.

I pull my pants down to the tattoo on my thigh and angle my head to spit on my cock before pumping it a few times. When I slide into her, her soaking wet pussy allows me to go in smoothly. She audibly gasps.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “You have no idea what you do to me, Amelia.” Her tight, wet cunt is the best I’ve ever had, and I can feel it clenching around me. Every time I first enter her, I have to say a fucking prayer to God, thanking him for making her all mine.

Without giving her any time to prepare, I plunge in and out of her hard, grabbing her hips with both hands. She clutches the sheets tightly, her fingers curling into the fabric while her body rocks back and forth in rhythm with the force of my thrusts.

“Whose little slut are you?”

“Y-yours,” she moans loudly.

I pause inside of her and slap her reddened ass a few times before picking up my pace again.

I’m pounding into her with a fierce, uncontrolled energy. Roughly and brutally. I tear the remainder of her dress from her torso, and it cascades to the floor in a crumpled mess.

Fuck, I don’t know how long I’m going to last in this tight pussy. Apparently, she won’t last long either because her body starts trembling.

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