Page 39 of Defy

My reactions to her made no sense. Nothing with her made any sense.

Right now, I needed her tears, her whimpers, her torment.

I lifted the hem of the shirt to cup her round ass and found her bare underneath. And if I wasn’t mistaken, wet as well.

Last night, I gave her a mix of pleasure and pain to soothe her, giving her the oblivion she needed to forget her worries.

At this moment, there were no orgasms in her future. I wanted her as frustrated as I was. Because then she might tell me what I needed to know.

The punishment I planned would only leave me somewhat satisfied. But it would have to do.

“We will see.” I reached around her waist and unbuckled the belt she used to bind my shirt to her body.

The second I pulled the leather free, the cotton flared out, inching higher over her ass and exposing her long muscular legs.

I unwound the tie wrapped around the belt and reached over Sophia’s body. Taking her arms, I positioned them above her head, stretching them as far as they could go, and then bound them.

“You will keep your hands here at all times, no matter what I do.”

“Whatever.”

“Sophia. You asked for this.”

“I did.”

Then, I took the side of the belt without the buckle and slid it between her knees, gliding it up to her exposed cunt and down again.

Her breath immediately grew shallow, coming out in tiny pants, and her fingers flexed where they rested on the granite.

On my second pass, I rubbed the edge of the belt along the seam of her pussy lips. She shifted and squirmed as slick arousal coated the expensive leather.

“You get so wet, My Sophia. Are you anticipating pleasure at the end of this?” Moving back along her inner thigh, I coated her skin with her essence. “Do you think I’ll fuck you into ecstasy after I finish administering your pain?”

“I know there is no repeat of last night.” She shook her head. “Stop teasing me and do whatever you’re planning.”

“Haven’t you learned? I enjoy teasing you. I take great pleasure in keeping you anticipating what’s to come. I love taking you to the edge.”

I dragged the belt up and down four more times, and with each pass, I focused on stroking her clit back and forth, arousing her and making her more uncomfortable.

She pressed her thighs together, trapping the belt between them. “Damon, just punish me and get it over with.”

“Do you know what I plan to use as punishment?” I jerked the strap free and coiled it around my fist.

“You’re going to whip me with the belt.”

“I think you’re anticipating it more than worried about it.”

“It will still hurt. Isn’t that the objective?”

“That’s only part of it.” I took the belt and positioned it on her back. “The other part involves depriving you of something only I can give you. I have a twofold punishment for you.”

Then I moved in behind her, pushing down my lounge pants, letting my cock spring free. Taking it into my fist, I pumped up and down before positioning myself at her soaked opening.

She growled as realization dawned on her.

“You wouldn’t do that to me again,” she muttered through clenched teeth.

“Wouldn’t I?” Instead of pushing into her, I skimmed the head of my dick through her slit, stopping at her clit, circling it, and then moving to her weeping center. “You hold out on me. I sure as hell can hold out on something you want.”

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