Page 55 of Degrading Her

Was he being serious? I bit my lip, then forced myself forward. I peered down at that water, the liquid surface reflecting my image. It was just another game. What harm could it be? But when I didn’t lift it straight in front of me, Sawyer unbuckled his belt, sliding it through the loops in a swift snap. It whipped into my hips, the leather wrapping around my side, the pain surging through me, causing everything to intensify. The inside of my body was on fire.

“The hell?” I asked.

“Lift it.”

I picked up the bucket, not giving myself time to think. My armpits stunk from the adrenaline and I struggled, holding it straight out. It must’ve weighed fifty pounds.

“Five seconds so far. What a good job,” he laughed. The belt swung into me, electrifying my body, the water sloshing out. “If you spill too much, we’ll have to start over. Ten seconds.”

My arms burned. I closed my eyes, pressing my lips together, waiting for that sting. It was only one minute. I could handle one minute.

“You want to prove that you can do anything, but I’m going to win, Fiona,” Sawyer whispered, “Just like I always do.” I clenched my jaw, and he hit me again. The shock ofmy pain made everything in my body seize up. I pressed my thighs together. “Thirty seconds.”

“What are you doing?” I whined. “This is so messed up.”

“The way I see it, you’re trespassing on my property,” he said. My arms shuddered, my muscles stinging with fatigue, but I held the bucket up, trying hard not to let it go. But it was heavier by the second, dipping down with the weight. “Your sister might be lacking at times, but she’s smart enough to warn you about coming here. So why did you come?” He checked his watch. “Fifty seconds.”

The belt came down again, this time on my arms, wrapping around me and I cried, my arms shaking, the water sloshing onto my legs and I dropped it, the bucket crashing to the floor.

The water inched across the cement. I hugged myself, keeping my eyes on the ground.

“You were so close,” Sawyer chuckled. “Take off your clothes.”

I blinked at him, but when he raised his hand to strike me with the belt again, I removed my top, his eyes glossing over me. My pants down over my hips. No underwear. Exactly how he liked me. He licked his lips, his eyes on my pussy, his lust radiating to my clit.

“Did you drop it on purpose, little slut?” he asked, his voice low and penetrating.

Why would I drop it on purpose?

Did I want him to punish me?

What did that even mean?

A drop trailed between my legs.It’s just sweat,I told myself.

But I knew better.

I wanted this. I wanted Sawyer to teach me a lesson.

I wantedhim.

His eyes burned into me, making my cheeks red, but that gaze—that knowledge that he wanted me—made me shiver.

“Hold on to the rails,” he instructed, gesturing at the gate of the pen. I grabbed on, looking over my shoulder at him. “What’s fair, Fiona?”

I puffed my cheeks.Fair?He wanted to talk about the concept of ‘fairness’ right now? “Sawyer?—”

The belt smacked my ass, the stinging pain sizzling into me.

I gasped. “What the?—”

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. I whimpered, but did as I was told, my inner thighs quaking together, desperate to protect myself. He laughed. “Not so fond of snooping now, are you, little slut?” He trailed the end of the leather strap down my back gently, the sensation tickling me. “Look!” He pulled his belt away, displaying it high in the air. “You’re soaking wet.”

My arousal dripped off of his belt. I blushed furiously, hiding behind my frizzy hair, wanting to die.

What kind of person gets even more turned on by something like this?

Me, apparently.

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