Page 40 of Defiled Innocence

She howls as the belt lashes across the bottom of her cheeks. I move my leg down enough to get access to the tender spot where her thighs meet the sweetness of her ass.

The howling gets worse.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” she screams while still doing her best to wiggle off my lap.

So much for accepting her consequences.

“It hurts! Dmitri, it hurts so much!” Her voice cracks while stating the obvious.

“I know it does,” I say, slowing the smacks just enough that she can hear my words. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if it felt good.”

Pleasure can be found within the pain, but not like this. Not when the goal is to teach her. Later, when she’s not so willful, when she finally settles into her new life, I will show her how sweet the bite of leather can be.

Needing to feel the warmth of her skin beneath my hand, I drop the belt to the floor. Her ass is hot to the touch, and eachswat of my hand makes her cheeks bounce. My cock strains for relief at the sight.

Slowly, the fight in her wanes.

“Amelia.” I rest my hand on her red, hot ass. “Have you learned your lesson?”

She sighs. It’s a sound of relief this time, not frustration.

“I won’t ignore your calls and if we are to meet, I’ll be there. Or at least talk to you if I have to be late.” Her body softens and when she tries to pull her wrist from my grasp, I release her.

“Good girl,” I pat her ass gently, enjoying the bounce.

Moving my leg from on top of hers, I shift her position to straddle my left knee. The heat from her pussy radiates through my pant leg.

“Can I get up now?” she asks, but is already pushing her way off my lap.

Reaching down, I cross my arm over her chest and swing her up to my lap, making her straddle me.

Her face is flushed, her wet eyes wide as her ass rubs against the fabric of my pants.

“What are you doing?” she asks, blinking away unshed tears.

I reach between her thighs. “I’m making you feel better.”

Dmitri

Arousal fills her eyes as she places her hands on my shoulders, steadying herself while I slide my fingers through her folds. She’s already soaked for me.

Her punishment has us both urgent and ready for each other.

“Did you want to tell me how much you hate me again?” I ask, rolling her clit beneath the pad of my middle finger.

Finding the right amount of pressure with her is easy; her expression gives her away. I doubt she even knows how to hide it from me.

She curls her fingers into my shoulders, the nails biting into my flesh. “I will hate you more if you stop.”

I slap her bare ass with my left hand.

“If you tell me again you hate me, I will put you back over my knee.” It’s a facade.

Punishing her again would only serve to delay getting inside of her. And that won’t happen.

She groans as I rub her clit harder and kiss her neck.

“Tell me you love my fingers in your pussy.” Thrusting two fingers up into her tight passage, I clench my teeth. She’s so fucking tight.

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