Page 74 of Third Degree

He responded with a tantalizing click of his tongue, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“Patience, amore,” he whispered, his words laced with a burning demand.

I had to lift my head up for a moment because I was starting to get quite dizzy, and that was when I noticed he had picked up the belt. When he saw me, the same tantalizing smile played on his lips, and he grabbed my hair again and pulled me back down.

“Good girls get rewarded, rosa mia.”

I nodded and hung my head low, waiting. My dampness leaked onto his thigh in anticipation.

I could feel him drag the belt over my ass. “Open your thighs.”

I complied as much as I could from being bent over his legs. I spread open as wide as I could, and then I felt his thick fist pushing my thighs.

“I love how eager you are. I love that I get to teach you.”

He teased me by caressing me with his two fingers, circling around the fluid that was leaking from me.

“So pretty. When we were on the beach, it took everything out of me not to get another taste of you, Gianna. You are so fucking perfect.” He pushed his two fingers into me almost immediately, and I wailed in unbridled joy. He pumped in and out of me, getting his fingers soaked. He flicked at the most sensitive parts as I jerked on top of him.

Almost as quickly as he pushed inside me, he took his hands out, but not before lapping up everything that had dripped out.

He pulled my hair up, and I felt like I could take a deep breath after hanging upside down for so long.

“Lick,” he demanded with a lethal tone.

I did as I was told and took his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as I imagined I would with his cock. I licked as he thrust them in and out, tasting myself on him.

I kept sucking him clean when, all of a sudden, a resounding noise reverberated through the room.

Slap.

As his fingers delved deeper into my mouth, a surge of pain shot through my ass. Instinctively, I clenched my teeth down, attempting to alleviate the discomfort.

“Fuck.” He pulled his fingers out of my mouth, and I immediately flashed him an apologetic look.

I saw the belt looped in his hand and knew immediately he had used it. It felt different than his palm. Whereas his palm gave just one quick slap, this one had almost an aftershock to it.

“I didn’t mean… I am so sorry…” The slap still stung me, and it was hard to string a sentence together.

“Don’t apologize. I just wasn’t expecting that, rosa mia.” He pulled a few loose strands and tucked them back. “You want more?”

I nodded, desperate at this point. The way the pain stung and the unknown of when he was going to do it was what I found so alluring. I dropped my head in consent, and then it rang out again with a maddening vibration.

Slap.

“What a fucking good little girl who likes it when Daddy marks you.”

I groaned loudly as he spoke and then moved to the other cheek.

Slap.

The crack of the belt broke through the otherwise silent room, and afterward, I filled it with delirious moans.

Slap.

“Who makes you feel this good?” He stopped momentarily, and I squeezed his thighs for stability.

“You,” I managed to croak out, desperate for him to continue.

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