Page 31 of Yours

He chuckled softly, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

“Don’t worry, love,” he crooned. “You’ll like this. I promise.”

I pressed my palms against the cool leather of the couch, my breath shallow and unsteady as I stared down at the polished floorboards. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, my skin prickling with the anticipation of what was coming. The warm glow of the penthouse’s fireplace danced across the room, but it did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my stomach.

Behind me, I heard the scrape of leather against fabric as Ronan pulled his belt free from the loops of his slacks. The sound was deliberate, unhurried, and it sent a fresh wave of heat floodingmy cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hands curling into fists as I fought the urge to straighten up and put as much distance as possible between us.

I hated this. I hated how exposed I felt, bent over the couch like this, cum dripping from my pussy, the soft throw pillows brushing against my bare stomach. I hated how every inch of my skin seemed to burn with the awareness of his gaze, heavy and unrelenting.

And most of all, I hated the way my body betrayed me—the way my pulse quickened at the sound of the leather sliding through his hands, the way my breath hitched when he stepped closer, and the way my pussy continued to throb, wanting more of his touch… needing more of his touch…

The belt creaked in his hands as he folded it over, the sound loud and unnerving. I flinched at the faint whoosh it made as he swung it lightly through the air. My heart was racing now, pounding so hard I thought it might burst, and my breaths became faster, more shallow and uneven.

“Stay still like a good girl,” he said simply.

I clenched my fists tighter, bracing myself, but nothing could have prepared me for the loud crack of the belt landing across my already sensitive skin. The sting was immediate and overwhelming, like a line of fire sending a jolt through me that pulled a gasp from my throat.

“Count,” he growled.

“One,” I whispered, the word shaky and barely audible.

“Louder,” Ronan commanded, his voice calm, but firm.

“One,” I repeated, my voice raised but catching on the edge of the word.

The second swat came just as hard, the sound echoing through the room like a whip crack. My body jerked against the couch, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwelcome, and I blinked furiously to keep them at bay.

“Two,” I choked out, my voice thick.

The leather creaked again, and I sucked in a shaky breath, the anticipation almost worse than the sting itself. The third swat landed lower this time, the end of the belt catching the tender curve of my backside. A small, involuntary sob escaped my lips, and I pressed my forehead against the couch, my shoulders trembling.

“Three,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“That’s enough for now,” Ronan said quietly, the belt falling silent as he set it aside.

I stayed where I was as a warm hand rested lightly on my lower back, steadying me. His other hand reached between my legs, finding my overly sensitive clit and rolling over it with the pads of his fingers.

I gasped, the unexpected pleasure sending a shudder racing through me. My eyes flew open, and I stared down at the floor, the wood gleaming under the light of the fireplace. My legs shook, the muscles in my thighs trembling, and I struggled to keep quiet.

But it was no use.

He teased and tugged at my clit, and then I was gone, the world blurring around me as a fresh wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Red-hot bliss burned through my limbs with ruthless vigor, blazing up and down my body, making my fingers tense and my toes curl. I screamed as I came for him and when my climax finally began to ebb, I had a moment of brutal clarity.

He wasright.

I did like everything he did to me. I liked it when he treated me like a bad girl and spanked me. I liked that it had hurt. I liked that he had made me cry. I liked that he put me on my knees and made me suck his cock. I liked how he made me beg for him to fuck my pussy, and I liked that he took his belt to my ass after all of that.

I even liked it when he’d warned me that my virgin bottom hole would get fucked soon too.

And most of all, I liked how much I liked all of it.

I closed my eyes. What was wrong with me?

I didn’t know, and in that moment, I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the heat of his palm, the feeling of his touch against the needy bundle of nerves between my thighs.

He pressed his thumb against my clit, and I bit back a moan.

“Is my punishment over?” I whispered, my breathing ragged.

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