“Good. I think 5 will do nicely. I need to hear you count out loud or the number goes up. Got it?” I return to the bed and yank her legs, pulling her closer to the edge.
“Yes,” she murmurs. I lean over and rub her back, her spine, sliding down lower until I glide over the perfect arch of her ass. I sooth the burn from my hand, calming her so she doesn’t tense. Her body melts under my palm.Good, she’s ready.
Before she has a moment to panic, I land the first strike across her ass cheeks. She lets out a muffled scream as she jumps a little, but she doesn’t freak out or pull away from me. I pause, waiting to see if she’ll remember her job. After a moment, she whispers “one”.
“Good, sweet girl, but I need to hear you louder,” I coo, as I soothe the skin. I can work her up to this, make sure she’s into it, even though the thoughts inside of my head are screaming at me to do the opposite.
Punish, harder, hurt her.
“One!” she shouts on a ragged exhale.
The next three smacks land with growing intensity and her loud gasps fill the room as she counts. I get to five, the final blow landing across her upper thighs. She moans but doesn’t say the number. I pause again, giving her a moment to collect herself, knowing that was a painful hit. I hear a quiet sniffle but it’s barely audible from her position with her face tucked into the bed. I wait her out, thinking she may use the safe word.
When she doesn’t respond, I look around at my best friends. Both of them show similar looks of concern. I drop my belt onto the bed and crawl over to her. I run my hand up and down her back, calming her. Rook and Mario are both up, leaning on the bed, waiting to see how she is. If this was a normal relationship or a person we really knew, we may be able to foresee things like things, be able to predict her reactions or gauge where she’s at. But for all intents and purposes, she’s a stranger.
“Hey, princess. Talk to us. Are you okay?” I murmur, my voice much more calming and soothing than I think I’ve ever even heard come out of me before, but I’m suddenly freaked out.
We’ve had women use their safewords before and yeah it bothered me because I’m not a sadist, but it never freaked me out like this. Fuck, I knew I was straddling the line with my anger. What if I went too far? She’s never done this shit before for fuck’s sake. When she still doesn’t respond but sniffles again, I gently roll her over so we can see her face.
Her eyes are red-rimmed but she’s not crying, her face is dry. She’s not cowering or freaking out. She looks up at me with her lips tucked into her mouth tightly, her face completely blank. Again, I don’t know her well enough to read her but the energy coming off of her isn’t what I was expecting. She’s not a scared little kitten who’s retreating into herself like I thought. She has an energy wafting off of her that I can only describe as defiance.
“Are you okay, kitten?” Mario murmurs, his brows furrowed as he takes her in. She jerks a nod, still staring into my eyes, into my fucking soul.
I narrow my eyes at her and she mimics the look.
Ahhhh.....we’ve got ourselves a brat.
“You didn’t count, princess,” I say sternly though I have to fight a laugh.
I see exactly what the little wench is doing. Her lips stay tucked into her mouth, giving nothing away. I have to decide if I want to teach her a lesson or indulge her. If she was mine, she wouldn’t get away with this. But she isn’t mine, not in a way that I can actually train her. She’s just ours for tonight.
Ours. I like the way that sounds.
My cock is leaking precum and at the thought of having her as a permanent fixture in our lives, as our fuck toy, our willing pet. My balls tighten and throb.
“What is the punishment for not counting, princess?” I growl, finally causing her lips to part. Her eyes sparkle and she fights a smile as though she’s just won something. Fuck, maybe a lesson is in need after all.
“More punishment,” she murmurs.
“Is your pussy soaking wet from that, Flower?” Rook asks as realization takes over. She shakes her head quickly, denying what we already know is true.
“If you wanted more of my belt, all you had to do was ask. I don’t like playing games, princess, and because you’ve decided to test me and act like a brat, you’re not going to like your next punishment,” I rumble as I move down the bed toward her pussy.
“I don’t want more. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she argues, her face a mask of irritation.
Grabbing her by the ankles, I flip her onto her back and force her legs open, spreading her wide for us to see. Her cunt is dripping, her arousal coating her thighs. I groan loudly, unable to hold back as I reach down and fist my aching cock.
“Your mouth can lie all you want princess, but your cunt can’t hide the truth,” I murmur as I run my fingertip through her soaking wet folds. Her back arches off the bed and she moans. “Your a dirty little whore aren’t you? Your body loves the sting from my belt as you’re being punished for being a naughty little girl and you can’t even fucking hide it. Your cunt is dripping all over the place, princess. Look how greedy she is for our cocks.” I chuckle as I nod at her cunt, bringing the guys over to look at her.
“What a fucking mess you made, sweet girl,” Mario coos as he slides a finger into cunt and leisurely begins to finger fuck her. “You’re so wet, it’s covering your pretty little asshole. How did it feel when he spanked your ass red with this plug inside of you, kitten? Did you clench around it with every punishing strike like a cock hungry whore? Is that why your cunt looks like this?”
Her cheeks are bright red as she takes in the embarrassment. Her face may be pinched in irritation but her pussy continues to leak with every cruel word. She likes some degradation I see. I figured with her willingness to crawl and lick her cum up for us but I’m happy to see it extends to words.
“What should we do about this mess of a cunt, boys?” Rook tuts.
“I think I may have an idea.” I grin at them before bringing my gaze to a very nervous-looking Violet. “Get the duct tape.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN