Page 15 of His to Take

“Are you going to be a good girl for me, or do I need to use my belt to teach you how to obey me?”

My mouth went dry. My jaw opened and closed wordlessly, and I gasped softly at the insinuation of his words. My backside tightened, almost as if I could feel the fiery lash of his belt against my naked flesh, and I bit my lip. What he was suggesting, what those photographs revealed, was unheard of in New Englandia, and I knew it would be anathema to every good citizen. It should be to me as well, but when he released my wrists, I found myself too captivated by the thought of his belt to move them from where he put them this time.

My thighs trembled slightly with need.

He let go of my wrists again, and I stayed where he left me. I watched as he purposefully folded the belt in two, holding the buckled end in his left palm. I stared down at it, watching it swing back and forth. I didn’t see his other hand, but I felt it drifting down my side until it reached the hem of my panties. I sucked in a breath but made no move to stop him as he slipped under the fragile fabric to explore my pussy. It would be the veryfirst time anyone but me had touched my most private place and I only did it to get clean.

His rough fingertips slid over the top of my mound, descending further until I felt his finger right over my clitoris. A visceral surge of pleasure raced through me, and I let out a guttural sound, suddenly grateful for the wall behind me and his body in front of me. Without either one, I probably would have fallen to the floor.

He circled my needy bud with the pad of one finger. My hips bucked against his hand and the heated flush over my cheeks intensified even more.

“Ryker!” I gasped out his name in some crazed hope he would give me what I wanted more than anything. His answer came when his mouth met mine again, swallowing my gasps and moans.

I didn’t think this could be any more shameful, but I felt completely helpless, lost to my feverish desire for him to touch me more, kiss me more, give me more of him.

Then it got so much worse.

He spoke against my lips: “Do I need to use my belt on your bare bottom, naughty girl?”

Raw desire coursed through me, hot, heavy and overwhelming. My top teeth captured my bottom lip and he licked both, as desperate little sounds escaped me, trying to keep quiet and failing miserably. I lifted my glazed eyes to meet his, the exquisite agony he was so skillfully building making me squint. Those forbidden images raced through my head again. Would he do it? How would he do it? Would he put me over his knee likethe husband had done to his bride? Would he pin me over the bed so he could belt me?

Would it hurt?

Would I like it?

Did I want it?

My clit pulsed as he swirled the tip of his middle finger around it. The pressure was light, but it drove me wild. Then he lifted that one finger and slid it slowly down between my slickened folds, parting them and letting the adjacent fingers lightly brush over my entrance, humiliating me further as his fingers were immediately drenched with the evidence of what he was doing to me. Holding my gaze, he smirked with his victory over me.

“So wet for me,” he rumbled.

I whined a helpless reply. I wanted to look away but couldn’t. I should have wanted to reclaim my dignity, but didn’t care. He slid his fingers back and forth, spreading my fluids, soaking his fingers in it, stimulating my hypersensitive skin, then brought that one magical finger back to my pulsing clit. He touched me oh-so-lightly with his now drenched fingertip, and somehow the sensation was even more intense than before. Unfamiliar muscles deep inside me spasmed, and I lost my battle to keep myself from making any noise.

I cried out. He pressed harder.

My entire body shuddered with frantic need. My fingertips buzzed with electricity and my toes curled against the floor. I clenched my fingers, digging them into my palms as I arched my back toward Ryker.

I didn’t know what was happening. Confusion swirled through me. Pure desire dazzled me senseless as my hips rocked back and forth, grinding myself against his fingers.

I glanced down, my eyes locking onto the doubled-over belt still in his hand. He was still holding it like he wanted to use it.

From out of nowhere, all the muscles in body seemed to contract at once. The rocking of my hips turned into shameless bucking and the tightly wound arousal in my belly broke free. I keened, trying to keep the sound quiet, but that didn’t last long.

My vision prickled with blinding light as sizzling euphoria burned through my limbs. I lost the battle to keep my arms up where he’d put them, my fingers grasping onto the wrist of the torturous hand, not to stop him, but simply trying to hold on for what was the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.

At once, I knew what this was: It was an orgasm, my very first one.

In the illicit romance novels I’d been able to read, they’d all made reference to this moment, some of them only vaguely hinting at this culminating event and others providing graphic detail.

Nothing could have ever prepared me for the reality of it.

My blood felt like liquid fire. The wild beating of my heart should have concerned me, but I didn’t care as my entire world spun higher and higher. I felt so desperately out of control, and still my orgasm kept raging.

He pressed a bit more firmly on my clit, tapping the belt lightly against my thigh at the same time, as I writhed helplessly before him. Oh God! The belt!

My orgasm exploded outward and my soft cries became a desperate scream. By the time my release finally started to wane, I was gasping for breath. I shifted from one foot to the other, trembling and shaky. His hand slipped obscenely out of my panties, and I could feel how absolutely soaked they were now.

“I asked you a question, Naomi. Twice. Instead of answering me, like a good girl, you came on my hand. You had an orgasm from just this one finger touching you,” he lifted his hand, glistening from my juices, up to my face, showing me that same finger. We could both smell the scent of my arousal and I was sure my embarrassment was complete. I would soon learn that I was wrong, though.

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