Page 76 of Devious Secrets

“Such a naughty girl,” he mutters against my pussy, flattening his tongue against my clit and rubbing it in circles.

My eyes roll back as my muscles tighten, readying for the explosion that’s sure to happen.

I moan, arching my back to urge my hips toward him. I need more, just a little more.

He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I’m going to die. My heart can’t hammer this hard against my ribs and let me live.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I look down the length of me at this man kneeling in front of me. His dark eyes turn up at me and I’m lost to him, to the danger inside him.

“Ask, Megan. Beg for permission,” he orders, slipping two fingers just inside my pussy. “Beg me.”

What if he denies me again? He left me hungry and needy for a full night. If he does it again, what will I do? Will I be the good girl he seems to want, or do I continue fighting him and taking what I want?

“Just ask, baby.” He runs his tongue just over the top of my clit. Nowhere enough to give me what I want, but enough for him to make me give him what he needs.

“I need to come, Alexander. Please?” My wrists strain against the cuffs as I lean forward.

His lips spread wide as he leans into my pussy again.

“Ask again,” he says, swiping his tongue over me slowly.

Frustration curls my toes.

“Can I… oh fuck!” Before I can get the question out, he thrusts two fingers inside, curling them as he flicks his tongue over my clit. It’s too much to ignore.

The dam breaks. Waves of pleasure drown me and I’m lost to my orgasm. He never leaves me, his tongue lightly driving me through the waves, navigating me through the intense storm of pleasure until it slowly ebbs.

He presses a soft kiss just above my pussy, then to my thigh before he puts my foot back onto the ground. More kisses trail their way up my body as he gets back to his feet.

The taste of my arousal is strong on his lips when his mouth captures mine. He bites my lower lip softly when he breaks the kiss, lightly pressing his cheek to mine.

“Naughty girl,” he whispers.

The metallic jangle of a belt being unbuckled strikes my ears, cutting through the fog of my climax.

I blink his face into focus as he grins at me, stepping back and ripping his belt through the loops of his pants.

“Now your punishment can begin.”

In my confusion of the sudden change of the moment, he flips me around on the post. My cheek presses against the wood.

It takes another moment before I realize what’s he’s doing. And half a moment after that before the first lash of his belt lands across my ass.

I rise up on my toes, trying to get away from the fire. But there’s nowhere I can go.

And it’s worse. So much worse than the other times he’s spanked me.

There’s no arousal to dampen the pain of the leather kissing my skin. It’s pure, white-hot pain striking me across my ass cheeks, my thighs, and back to my ass.

I yank on my binds, but I’m going nowhere. Twisting a bit to avoid the belt only manages to wrap the leather around my hip.

He curses and grabs my waist, putting me back into position while muttering something in Russian.

“Alexander!” I cry out as the belt lands again.

In the next second the belt clanks to the platform at my feet and his hands are on me, spinning me back around to face him.

He captures my face with both hands, pushing my head back and crashing his mouth over mine. The intensity is nothing like I’ve ever experienced.

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