Page 74 of Wicked Devotion
“Get my belt out, sweetheart.”
Carefully, she slips it out of the belt loops. There’s so much softness in her movements I struggle to imagine her hitting someone. She hands me my worn-out belt, and I hope she knows how lucky she is. I would have preferred to use something that causes more pain.
“On the bed,” I say, nodding my head over to where silky white sheets glow in the dimly lit room. “Face down, ass up. Think you can do that for me?”
She presses her lips into a thin line as she gets in position. And once she is, I fight with myself to stick to my plan because her body is begging me to ruin her. Back arched, her legs spread just enough for me to catch a glimpse of the wet spot forming on her thong.
Thankfully, I can always rely on Lily to find a way to complicate things.
She hides her face in the crook of her arm, and I crouch down until we’re at eye level. I grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at me.
“Logan—”
“No, sweetheart. No more talking. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you unless I ask you to count. You’ll get three spanks for every violation of my trust.”
She frowns, her eyes narrowing in a silent protest.
“Three for lying to me, three for accusing me of lying, three for breaking into my office, three for going against mine and Max’s orders. If you talk back or get out of position, you’ll get three more. But if you take it like a good girl, I may feel gracious enough to give you a reward. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she says, her tone too sultry to make me buy her nervous act even a second longer.
I adjust my aching cock in my pants and get back to my previous spot before I slide my belt through my closed palm. Lily trembles, and I wait until she stops bracing herself.
She flinches at the first slap but stays completely silent. She doesn’t make a sound, not at the second slap and not at the third. I only get a reaction when my belt comes down a fifth time, if the sharp inhale can even be called one.
She wants to play hard to break? Fine, then we’ll play.
The next spank is so hard the sound echoes through the room. Red lines appear on her ass like a beautiful painting, the marks of my affection drawn right on her skin.
“How many?”
“Six,” she says, hiding the tremble in her voice pretty well.
The next hit causes her body to jerk slightly, and when my belt comes down a seventh time, she finally makes a sound.
“What was that?” I ask, grinning. “You like it when I hurt you?”
I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh, pressing my palm against her clothed pussy.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaked,” I groan as I feel the mess she made for me. But when she tries to grind over my hand, I pull it away.
The following spanks are harder because I have a feeling she can take them. That shewantsto take everything to prove what a good pet she’ll be for me if I keep her. And so fucking quiet, just like I told her. Her obedience makes my heart swell with pride—the only thing I’ll ever allow myself to feel. For Max, and I guess for her, too.
“Let’s see how good you really are at keeping quiet.” It’s the only warning Lily gets before I move. One, two, three slaps, and as I softly stroke over her ass, she shivers under my touch.
I wish Max could see her like this, but he’s coddling her too much. He treats her like she’s the most fragile thing onearth, unable to see how deep the desire to please runs in her. Funny, because one look was enough for him to decide that she's a perfect fit for us.
“One more, sweetheart,” I say, securing the belt in my hand.
By now, I don’t know who’s suffering more under this punishment because my cock is so hard it fucking hurts.
Lily breathes out in relief the moment I’m done, and when I turn her around to pull her onto my lap, she lets out a surprised gasp.
Her thong is completely drenched, sticking to her pussy. She’s so wet I can feel it through the goddamn fabric separating our bodies.
Lily looks at me with eyes full of devotion and unspilled tears, tears that start falling as I cradle her face in my hands.
“Poor little thing, tried so hard to keep the tears in,” I whisper, swiping some of them away with my thumb before I guide my hand to my mouth to lick them off. “Need a kiss to make it better, sweetheart?”
