Page 156 of Sinister Legacy
“Say the safe word, baby. Say it, and I’ll stop.”
“Please don’t hurt me.” Crocodile tears of the manipulative kind cascade down her cheeks. I’m hard as a fucking rock, deciphering the truth behind those pleas for me to stop.
Please, don’t.
Please, hurt me.
I strike her face with the belt. Nowhere near as hard as her thighs, but hard enough for a red welt to blossom.
Rolling over on her side, she sobs.
“What’s worse? That sweet ache between your legs or the sting on your cheek?”
Jumping to her feet, forgetting about the leash around her neck, she runs. It pulls taut, and I haul her back into me. She’s a feral, wild animal, scratching and clawing at anything she can reach. The leash. Me.
I let her tire herself out as I hold onto the leash, pulling it taut enough to cut off her airflow. When she finally calms, I lean down to her ear and whisper, “Drop to your knees, baby. I want to see that ass in the air.”
Breathing harshly, sweat coating her forehead and neck, she tries one last time to free herself from the belt.
My thumb slides along the blade, tempted to use it on her. But I don’t. Not yet, anyway.
“Do it.” My voice is final, brokering no argument.
Her knees slowly hit the ground in defeat, and I round her.
“Dirty little girls like you deserve to be punished.” I cup her chin. “Is that what you want? To be humiliated?”
“Yes,” she admits quietly as her bottom lip quivers enticingly. I love the scent of her arousal and fear as it mixes with the earthy smell of the forest. It’s a heady concoction of seduction.
“Lick my shoes.”
Her eyes widen fractionally, but I grip her chin hard and dig my fingers into her smooth skin.
“Lick my fucking shoes!”
This is what she needs, what she craves. I see the truth in her eyes when they mist over with that darkness inside her that can so easily be turned on someone else.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“No, you didn’t.”
My fingers release her chin to slide into her blonde, dirty hair. I pull the strands, cock throbbing when she winces. I love her pain. How it sparks in her eyes.
Releasing her, I flip the blade back up threateningly.
Keira lowers herself down on all fours and peers up at me as she darts her little pink tongue out.
“Ass up in the air. Finger your cunt while you lick my shoes.”
Balancing on one hand, she slides her other one between her legs and licks a hot path up my shoe. The silence is soon broken by the sounds of her wet cunt while I patiently watch her drag her tongue over my shoes so fucking obediently.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, tugging on the dog lead to gain her attention. “Such a good little slut.”
Unzipping my jeans, I push down the front and let my dick bob free. “You did such a good job licking my shoes clean that I think you’re deserving of this now. Don’t you?”
Opening her mouth, she eagerly leans in, but I press the knife to her cheek. “Not yet. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”
A red line forms where the knife digs in. Her seductive eyes gaze up at me, pleading for more depraved acts.
