Page 33 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Face forward.”

I turn back around, but it’s a struggle. Because I want to see him. I want to see the way this affects him, what it does to him—what punishing me does to him.

“Now I’m going to hit you with my belt once, not too hard, so you’ll know what it feels like first.”

I nod as I tuck my face into the duvet.

“Words, Emmeline.”

“Okay—yes, I understand,” I breathe out, lifting my head to look at the headboard.

For a moment, all I can hear is my own breathing and the pulse in my ears before the leather drags up over the back of my thigh,then the curve of my ass. A tender caress before it leaves my skin and comes back down in aswatthat has my jaw falling slack and hips surging forward at the jolt. It’s different in the way it stings, the area more compounded as opposed to his hand.

“Do you like that?” he asks, rubbing his palm up and down the area to soothe the sting from my skin.

The combination can be described as sour and sweet, and that’s always been my favorite type of candy.

“Yes,” I say and bite down on my lip before all the rest of the words I want to say climb up my throat and I’m lost before this even begins.

Ben pats my bottom gently. It’s a contrast that has my blood singing. “I’m going to hit you ten more times—harder than that first one. Count them for me.”

I nod again before clearing my throat. “Yes, sir.”

He groans, “Fuck, Emmeline. Want that sweet mouth around my cock.”

Grinning into the bed, I wiggle my hips. “Don’t get distracted now.” Though the thought does have its merits.

“There’s my little brat,” he drawls before swinging the belt down against me.

“Oh,” I gasp.

This one is sharper, more forceful. It licks up my spine, tingling at the base of my skull. My clit throbs with the rhythm of my pulse, blood rushing around in my ears.

“O—one,” I finally rasp out, barely remembering I’m supposed to count.

Swat.

“Two—”

Swat.

“Three,” I moan, turning my face to the side to suck in a breath through tight teeth as my hips flex and roll forward. It fans the fire in my blood, stoking the heat and flames until they’regnawing at my spine.

He switches to the other side of my ass.Swat.

“Four.” Tingles erupt across my scalp, and it’s like I can feel every hair follicle on my head.

Swat. Swat.Two strikes of the belt in quick succession has my mouth dropping open in a pant, and my chest heaves.

It takes me a second to groan out the words, “Five—six.”

“You’re doing great.” The soothing of my skin has me almost sighing as he slides his palm over the heated, tender flesh. “What’s your color?”

I feel like I’m on fire, my body zinging with arousal, and my skin still feels the impact of the belt like it hasn’t left. My hips shift back against his hand wanting more of his touch, my clit throbbing with longing. “Green.”

Swat.I can feel arousal slippery on my thighs, I’m so wet. My pussy clenching on nothing as I struggle not to grind forward, not to beg for him to stop when we’re so close to the end.

I don’t realize I’ve bitten my lip until I try to speak again, copper harsh on my tongue as I lick my lips. “Seven.”

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