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She stands near the foot of the bed and slowly lowers her shorts as she looks at me over her shoulder. Fuck, she’s not even wearing panties. As she bends to step out of the shorts, I get a beautiful back view of her glistening slit, and I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around me. When she’s undressed her lower half, she lies on the bed and grips the comforter, bracing herself.
I raise the belt and bring it across her ass. The leather makes a loudcrackas it collides with her skin, and she yelps. Herfingers tighten in the blanket, and I watch as a red welt blossoms on her left cheek. I bend and kiss the mark before standing and bringing the belt down again.
Her head whips back, and she cries out. “Fuck!”
She didn’t say to stop, though.
I whip her once more, then run my hand over the marks. Her skin heats like fire beneath my touch, but she lets out a moan to reassure me. This is okay, that moan says. This is more than okay.
This iseverything.
Then I take the belt and wrap it around her neck from behind.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Frankie
Panic ignites every nerve ending as the leather pulls tight against my skin. My fears about fucking a serial killer mostly revolved around falling in love and getting ditched like my mother. Never once did I consider becoming one of their victims. I’m considering it now, though.
And I’m not against it.
Does being choked damn near to death sound like a good time? No. But neither did murdering people, and look what I’ve learned by trying new things. So I let him do it. I put my trust in him as he pulls back on the strap and stops the blood from traveling to my brain.
“How far can you arch that back before it hurts?” he asks, and the gravel in his voice makes my pussy clench. “Oh, sweetheart...that’s beautiful. Your pussy is so thick that it pokes between your thighs. It’sbeggingto be touched.”
His thumb drags through my slit as stars dance in front of my eyes. From the pleasure or the impending blackout, I can’t tell.Or care. I just live in this moment, enjoying the way the near-death experience heightens every sensation.
He releases the belt, and I drop back to the mattress, gasping for air. I could still breathe in that position, but my brain is so hungry for oxygen.
His arm glides beneath my stomach, and he raises my ass in the air as he steps behind me. I brace for him to enter me, but the belt cracks against my ass again. The pain bolts up my back, and I nearly collapse, but his soft kiss follows. He traces the fiery welts with his tongue, blowing the damp spots to cool the burn.
“I want you inside me so bad,” I plead, knowing he won’t give me what I so desperately desire.
“This isn’t about you for once. Now be quiet. Good girls only speak when spoken to.” He cracks the belt on my ass again, but no gentle kisses follow this strike. I almost like it better this way. It feels as if I’m really in trouble.
“Please fuck me,” I beg, and I’m rewarded with the belt looping around my throat again. He snatches back, and I’m forced to look at the ceiling.
His hand caresses my cheek—on my face this time—before giving it a gentle slap. “Haven’t I focused on your pleasure enough? You’re being so selfish. Now it’s my turn.”
I want to cry out as he pushes inside me, but the sound leaving my throat comes out strangled and pathetic. It’s kind of hot, not gonna lie. Allowing myself to be this weak and pitiful is a nice respite from always making decisions and having the control. I’ve never understood women who wanted to be used, but now that I’ve been with a man I trust?
Bitches, I get it.
My mind disconnects as he selfishly pummels my pussy. I’m no longer a woman. Instead, I’m every sensation in my body. I’m every nerve ending, every sigh, every thread of pleasure. He makes this possible for me, by giving me a safe place to let go andjust fuckingfeel. I don’t have to think. He’s doing that part for both of us.
Right before I black out, he releases the belt, and I collapse in a gasping heap. He tosses the belt to the side and grips my hips with both hands. Turning my head to the side, I watch as his neck cranes back, and I can barely breathe when I see the intense pleasure written on his face.
He looks down at me and smirks. His hand travels up my back, and he grips the back of my head, using my hair like a pull string. My scalp prickles with pain as he tightens his hold, and my back arches of its own volition.
“Fucking perfect, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Keep your ass just like that. Let me watch how your pussy devours me.”
His thumb gently rolls over my back entrance as he watches the disappearing act between my legs. I want to touch myself so badly, but I don’t think he’ll let me.
“May I please make myself come now?” I ask. “This feels so good, and I’m already so close.”
He releases my hair and pinches the sensitive skin of my thighs as he pulls me snug against him in a harsh thrust. “When you come, I can’t hold out anymore. You’re a fucking goddess, Frankie, and when I hear those sweet sounds coming from that filthy mouth, my cock just wants to fill you. I’m not ready for that yet, so no, you cannot come.”
He pulls out of me and flips me onto my back, manhandling me in a way no one has dared try before. I gasp and look up at him, realizing for the first time that the control he had might be slipping. He smirks down at me, reveling in my genuine fear.
