Page 71 of Devil Mine

“W-what do you want me to say?” There are tears in her voice, a wobble to her tone that should make me stop but doesn’t.

“Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Tell me you won’t run again.”

Her mouth flattens into a stubborn line and she turns her face away from me.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

The next three strikes of my belt come one after the other, without reprieve. I don’t hold back. I want her to feel pain every time she sits. I want her to remember why it hurts, why her choices made it hurt.

“That’s six!” she chokes out.

“Tell me you won’t run again,” I demand.

Silence.

Except for the whistle of the belt as it strikes her two more times that is. She’s outright crying now. She’s quiet about it, biting her lip so I can’t hear her fall apart, but her shoulders shake nonetheless. I yank her up by her hair and lick the tears off her cheeks.

“You should have asked me to fuck you. I could have been licking that wet pussy or sucking on your tight nipples instead right now.”

Her mascara runs down her face. She’s never looked more beautiful. The only way she’ll top this moment is when she finally gives in. But for now, I’ll enjoy the fight and the stubbornness.

I strike her again. And again.

“Thiago!” she cries out.

Her ass is now completely red, a beautiful mosaic of raised, painful welts. I caress them gently with my thumb and she hisses.

“You know what I want. Say it or I keep going.”

Fresh tears pearl at the corner of her eye and travel down her cheek. I scoop them up with a finger and suck them into my mouth, unwilling to waste even one.

I lift the belt.

“I won’t…”

I stop, frozen by her barely audible interruption. And I wait.

Five seconds.

Ten.

The belt connects with the top of her thighs this time, the place where they meet her ass. She jolts and screams, falling limply back against the seat.

“I won’t run away from you again,” she finally whispers, spent.

Perverse victory erupts in my veins at her first submission. I toss the belt to the other side of the car and release her wrists, flipping her over in my arms.

She cries out when her welted ass comes into contact with the rough material of my trousers, so I quiet her with a kiss, swallowing up all of her whimpers.

“Good girl,” I praise, lapping at her face like an animal, searching for the salty remnants of her tears. “Was that so hard?”

“It hurts,” she moans, face twisting in agony.

I claim her mouth once more, licking soothingly at her lips before pulling away with some difficulty. I can’t get enough.

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