Page 155 of Petite Fleur

“Fuck, I love this ass, ma fleur. I can't wait to fuck it tomorrow.” He says with a hoarse groan while his hands knead and squeeze my butt.

He pulls his hands away for a moment, making me turn to see what he is doing, but before I get the chance, his hands crash down on my cheeks so hard that I scream. “Shh, you'll wake the neighbors.” He taunts me in my ear.

I want to rub my sore cheeks, but I fear that would get me in more trouble.

Over and over, he peppers my cheeks in smacks so hard that my eyes are blurred with tears, but my pussy is desperate for him,clenching around nothing while he abuses my butt and the back of my thighs.

He slides two of his thick fingers inside of me, making me moan and rest my forehead on the table. “Oh, my God.” I moan loudly while he pumps his fingers into me.

I feel a little sensitive from just having sex with him earlier today, but it's not painful.

Or at least if it were, I wouldn't notice it with how red and sore my butt is. “Someone seems to like having their hot little ass smacked. You're practically dripping on the floor.” Leon taunts.

I whine and wiggle my hips in hopes that he'll do more than just finger me. I need the distraction from how warm my butt feels.

He quickly pulls his fingers out of me and grips my hips so tightly that I whine. “You can beg if you'd like, but I want welts on this tight little ass. It will give me a little extra something to focus on tomorrow when my cock is buried in it.” He whispers in my ear.

I whimper at his words, feeling pathetic that I want that to.

I hear Leon taking off his belt, need and excitement coursing through me that he's finally about to give me what I need.

I need him, I need his cock. I need to cum, but he pulls my feet from under the couch and helps me situate on my knees instead.

“You're going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Every hit, every welt, every bruise, and you'll thank me for it when I'm done. Do you know why?” He asks.

I jump when I feel the cool leather of his belt on my warm skin. “No.” I answer quietly.

I don't know if I'm taunting him or just want to hear him answer; either way, it doesn't matter.

It earns me a hard smack across the butt with the belt. The sting courses through me instantly, making me lean into the coffee table as much as possible. “Because you're my slut, my little pet to fuck and hurt whenever I want. And you love it. Isn't that right?” He teases.

I wiggle my hips again; not sure if I'm begging for his cock or another smack, but I need something. “Yes, I'm your slut. Please, I need you.” I beg.

Leon chuckles, but he obliges.

He strikes my butt with his belt, over and over until it hurts so badly that I don't even register it; I'm just panting and moaning with every hit against my tender flesh.

“You're going to cum while I hit you, ma fleur. Then I'll fuck your brains out across this coffee table, okay?” He asks me calmly.

Again, I whine and wiggle my hips at him.

I can't form words to express that I need him, but judging by the way his belt cracks down on my heated skin, I'd say he gets it.

He even smacks the belt between my legs, whipping my pussy until I hear my arousal coat the leather, and my cheeks turn such a deep red that I never want to be seen again.

Two thick fingers probe into me again while he smacks my butt and the backs of my thighs with his free hand, making me see stars.

“Leon, please don't stop.” I cry out, feeling my pussy flutter around his fingers and chills line my body.

I feel so close that I'd cry if he stopped; I need this. I need the pain and the pleasure. I need him to hurt me like only he can do. “I wouldn't dare. You look too beautiful to stop, cum for me.” He says into my ear.

Just one more strategic hit is all it takes.

I scream out, feeling Leon's fingers curl up inside of me while thrusting into me until all I can focus on is not screaming at the top of my lungs while my orgasm hits me like an inevitable wave in a storm.

I feel my skin heat up all over while chills line my spine, and I effectively soak his hand.

“My God, you look like a fucking goddess when you cum.” He praises.

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