Page 67 of Sinfully His

“Good. When I tell you to, I want you to stand up, take off your dress and your bra. You are going to stand at the foot of the bed and place your hands flat on the mattress. You are not to move until I give you permission.”

She nodded, and I stood, unbuckling my belt.

“Now,” I demanded.

Immediately, she scrambled to her feet and did exactly as I told her to. Her dress and her bra were abandoned in a heap on the floor. I watched as she moved around the room, making sure she wasn’t favoring one ankle over the other. It appeared most of the pain had gone, which was good because I was going to give her so much more.

When her hands were flat on the bed, I moved behind her and folded my belt in half, making a loop. I snapped the leather a few times, so she knew what was coming. The anticipation was going to make everything so much sweeter.

“Spread your legs,” I said.

She was going to need the stability.

I snapped the belt again, watching as she jumped at the loud crack, then did as she was told.

She looked so beautiful like that, and I could just see the glistening between her thighs in the low light. With one hand, I pressed down on her lower back, making her lift her ass higher in the air, exposing more of that delicate damp flesh. I reached under her body, pinching one of her nipples, and then leaning down to her ear and whispering my next words.

“We are completely alone. There isn’t a soul anywhere near the house that will hear your screams. Don’t hold back, angel. I want to hear every sound I pull from your body. Every whimper, every scream, every moan. Give it all to me, and don’t forget to count.”

“Count?” Her voice shook. Was it with fear, or was my little angel learning that she liked a bit of pain and anticipation?

“Each strike, you will count it out loud. Then you will thank me for your punishment,” I said as I trailed the fold of the cool leather down her spine and then pressed it between her legs, giving her clit just a bit of pressure. I held it there, waiting a beat, waiting for her to relax, and then, without warning, I reared back and slammed the belt over her ass. The sound of the leather hitting her flesh was incredibly satisfying.

Then she added to the melody when she cried out. The musical sound of her voice was so sweet to my ears.

“If you don’t count, then that strike doesn’t either,” I warned.

“One, thank you, sir,” she said on a sob.

I stood up straight, moving behind her and admiring the pinkish line now on her left ass cheek. Running my hand over it, I could feel the heat radiating from her flesh, and I waited until her back arched again, until the tension in her body eased, then I took a step back and left a matching stripe on her right ass cheek.

She cried out again but regained her composure much faster.

“Two, thank you, sir.”

I spanked her several more times with the belt, listening to the musical sounds of her cries as they slowly turned to moans. When she thanked me for the tenth strike, I placed the warmed leather over her clit again, pressing just enough to give her some friction.

“Why are you being punished?”

“Because I was bad,” she said. Not a moment’s hesitation in her answer. “I ran from you, and I should have never run.”

“Why is that?”

She didn’t answer, so I pressed the belt against her flesh harder and asked again.

“Why should you never run from me?”

“Because I belong to you,” she cried.

I slammed the belt across the sensitive skin that connected the backs of her thighs to her ass and grazed over her pussy lips.

She jumped again, and cried out, this time her body rocking forward, and I took complete advantage of that. I tossed the belt aside then grabbed her ass and pushed her body forward on the bed before dropping to my knees and licking her ass, running my tongue around the rim, listening as her cries turned to pants and soft moans. Sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, I could feel how turned on she was. How a spanking with a belt actually made her dripping wet.

She could argue and reason all she liked. It didn’t change the fact that her body showed me exactly what it wanted. My little angel needed a firm hand to guide her. One that would punish her and reward her. She craved dominance, and she was made to bend to my will.

Her thighs were already trembling, and I worked her body thoroughly, intensifying the pleasure, making her ache, making her cry out my name over and over.

Fuck, I needed to find a place in the city where I could take her like this over and over. After hearing her pleasure cried out, God’s name painted across her lips, I didn’t think I’d be able to go back to the silent fucking in the church, or the quiet, stolen sins in her bedroom.

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