Page 71 of Magic or Madness

Her breaths speed up as I climb off her, and her eyes follow me as I unclasp my belt, tugging the leather through the loops of my jeans.

“How many?” I ask, and she turns her head to the side, effectively ignoring me.

She’s becoming more defiant than usual, which I love because I have a chance to test her limits, see how far she’s willing to go, and my cock twitches as I spin her onto her belly, admiring her ass in her signature black leggings.

I palm both of her cheeks, causing her to squeal, and I repeat my words once more, “How many, Fallon?”

“Four,” she mumbles, and I smack again, harder this time. “Four,please.”

Her moans send a shiver down my spine, and I place my knees over her legs, straddling her perfect body.

The leather comes together in my hand, forming a perfect half, and when I wind my arm back, I hear her suck in a sharp breath.

The sound of the belt crashing against her ass makes me weak, and when she screams into the pillow, a soft growl releases from my throat.

“One,” she whispers, and I feel my balls tighten after one spank.

The belt comes down on her again, a little harder this time, and she bites the pillow in order not to scream.

“Two.”

“Louder, Fallon,” I groan, listening as the rasp in her voice materializes, just enough for me to hear her utter the number again.

I continue the same routine until we reach four, and her body trembles in anticipation of what’s coming next.

First, I scoop her in my arms, gently kissing her forehead.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, baby,” she breathes, and I wipe a mascara tear from the corner of her eyes.

I brush the hair from her eyes, tucking a stray strand behind her ear, and pull her head onto my shoulder.

“I love you, Fallon,” I whisper, and she exhales against my neck.

“I love you, too, Ozzy.”

“What do you want next?” I ask, pulling her up to look into her eyes.

A hint of lust hides behind those dark brown irises, and her smile screams that she wants more.

“More with that.” She gestures to the belt, and I nod, gently lifting the sweatshirt over her head.

When we play rough I always make sure she’s alright after each session, and ensure we can move together into the next round.

No part of me could be this rough without triple-checking her comfort levels. It goes hand in hand with the trust we have in each other, and her consent will always be my number one priority.

Once I’ve stripped her down into nothing but her panties I take her hands, tugging the belt around her wrists until she’s restrained, and place her hands above her head.

Her body is on full display for me, free to do whatever I please, and her willingness to submit fully to me is evident, as she can’t stop inching closer, desperate for me to touch her.

“So fucking perfect. Should I start here?” I muse, dragging my nails over her breasts, pulling at her nipples until they stand stiff.

Her eyes are closed, submersed in the pleasure, but her tiny whimpers tell the real story, how badly she wants more.

“Maybe here?” I snap the elastic band of her panties, watching as it lands back on her skin as if I never disturbed its place.

“Mmm, there,” she moans, fidgeting her wrists under the tight leather bound around them.

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