Page 12 of A Ryan Recollection

“This isn’t going to be about your pleasure, Hacker,” he growls. “I’m going to make this hurt.”

“I know,” I pant, but he’s wrong. No matter how much he makes it hurt, it will still be pleasurable. Nothing this man does to my body isn’t.

He trails the soft leather between my thighs and it runs softly over my skin, making me shiver. Then with a quick flick of his wrist, he spanks my pussy, grazing my clit as he does. It’s light, but it stings and the pain and pleasure course through me. I bite on my cheek to stop myself from begging for more.

“Your cunt is dripping onto my belt,” he snarls before he draws his hand back and brings the belt smacking down over my ass cheeks with a loud crack. It stings like a bitch.

“Jesus, Shane!” I hiss as the heat sears across my skin.

“I told you I was going to make this hurt,” he says as he trails the leather over my pussy again and I squirm beneath its teasing touch. “Stop moving!” he barks and my body stills at his command.

He flicks the tip of the belt against my clit again, hitting the perfect spot and I moan loudly as I release a rush of wet heat.

“Do not fucking come,” he snarls before he smacks the belt over my ass again.

Then he goes on spanking me with his belt, on my ass and my pussy until my entire body is screaming with both pain and the need for some release. This is the hardest spanking he has given me for as long as I can remember.

My ass burns.

My pussy throbs.

I am desperate for him to fuck me.

He slides two fingers inside me instead and the loud moan that erupts from my body makes him laugh. “So fucking needy for me, Hacker. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper as I push my hips back, trying to take more of him inside me but he slaps my ass with his hand.

“Did I give you permission to move?”

“No,” I groan.

“Who does this belong to?” he growls as he pushes in deeper and I have to hold tighter onto the bed rail to stop myself from falling flat onto the bed.

“You,” I breathe.

“You’d better fucking believe it, Hacker. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” He punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers and I am teetering on the edge of oblivion — so much so that I can barely form the word.

“Y-you,” I stammer.

“Mine to fuck. Mine to use. Mine to do whatever the hell I want with. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-y-yes!” I scream as he curls the tips of his fingers inside me and presses on my G-spot, making the orgasm that has been threatening, spill out of me in a torrent of heat.

“Did you just come, Hacker?” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty as the last tremors of my climax ripple through my body.

“I’m sorry,” I pant. “I t-tried n-not to.”

“Then you didn’t try hard enough,” he snarls. “Now, lie on the fucking bed.”

I take a deep breath and push myself up, then I crawl onto the bed on shaky knees and roll onto my back. When I look up at him, he’s glaring at me with such fire in his eyes that I swear my skin burns from his gaze alone.

He walks to the head of the bed. “Hands on here. Now,” he orders as he taps the metal frame above my head, the belt still wrapped around his palm.

I do as he asks and in a few swift movements he has my wrists bound and shackled tightly with the soft leather.

“Do I have to remind you again to spread those legs so I can see my pussy?” he snaps.

I obey quickly, wanting to please him.

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