Page 16 of His to Take

My stomach flipped straight up into my throat.

“I… I…”

No matter how much I tried, I wasn’t able to form words just yet. Sensations buzzed through me I’d never felt before, numbing, tingling, sparkling feelings that were zinging and zipping all through my body. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly and enjoying the pleasant bliss of this afterglow.

“Since you haven’t answered me properly, I’m going to assume you need your bottom reddened after all,” he declared.

What? Didn’t he know I just couldn’t put together a coherent sentence just yet? Couldn’t he tell? My face heated helplessly once again, and my mouth and tongue struggled to function properly.

Did I want him to spank me? Did I want him to use his belt on my bare backside?

My curiosity went to war with my sensibility. On one hand, I’d had an orgasm for the first time in my life while thinking about that belt; on the other, I was afraid. Every mention of such punishment I’d ever read spoke of the intentional and sometimes intense pain involved.

My clit pulsed.

Why did thinking about that awaken a dark desire inside me to push him just enough so that I could find out what it was like?

I paused, feeling hesitant. This kind of behavior was deeply frowned upon. If my neighbors knew what I was doing, they’d be gossiping about me for ages. I shouldn’t do this. I should leave these thoughts somewhere in the back of my mind, never to be spoken aloud.

I couldn’t allow this to be made real.

“You can’t. It’s not right,” I breathed, the best resistance I could manage.

“Then you shouldn’t have disobeyed me. You’ve left me no choice: I’m going to have to punish you.”

Punish.

That single word repeated over and over in my head and my clit throbbed along with it. Shame pounded through me in waves, but at the same time, a delicious anticipation burned it away.

I told myself that I should have protested more, that I should have fought against him, but I did none of those things. Instead, I stared up at him with a curious sense of wonder as he moved away from me. One of his hands lightly captured mine.

He walked me into my living room, and over to my enormous, blue, canvas fabric couch. I didn’t fight him. Instead, my feet moved obediently after him of their own accord, slowly shuffling forward and bringing me closer to whatever fate awaited me.

Suddenly, he was seated before me. My eyes flashed to the belt for a moment. He had laid it beside him on the couch, a little distance away. It was well-worn and I wondered if that would make it softer on my backside somehow. I licked my lips nervously, uncertain of what to do or say. My gaze flicked back to his as he arranged me so that I was standing there between his thighs. His hands settled on my hips and his gaze settled on my shy eyes. He was firmly, completely in charge and I gave myself over to his control in that moment.

“You’re going to be bare for this, naughty girl,” he murmured, and a soft gasp escaped me.

His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties.

I could have reached down and tried to stop him.

I didn’t.

In a feat that drove me mad with need, he slipped my panties down, inch by deliberately slow inch. I wanted to grab them and pull them off myself, but I stood still, just wanting to submit to every single aspect of this experience that he wanted me to.

The wet fabric dragged down my thighs. He pushed them down to my knees and then they slipped over my calves all the way down to the floor. He leaned forward and I could feel his breath on my skin as he guided my feet out of my underwear.

He arranged them in his palm so that the gusset of my panties faced up at us and took a long moment to stare down at theobviously drenched material and then up at me. Again, the smell of my own pussy drifted in the air between us. I squirmed as he held me captive in his gaze for what felt like forever.

I shifted from one foot to the other, dizzy with shame and arousal and the desire to come again. His heated stare made me feel like I was going to internally combust at any given second.

My pussy clenched.

I was naked.

I was completely naked in front of aman.

I was completely naked in front of Ryker, a complete stranger before yesterday, who was about to spank me with his belt on my bare bottom. My brain seemed to strobe rapidly in a bizarre electrical storm of confusion. How could this be happening?

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