the sturdy hook on the wall that was holding the painting and then he looks at me.
“Come here.”
I step forward, hesitant.
“It appears you need some help staying still.” He takes my wrists and brings my hands up, clicking the cuffs shut around my wrists. I feel the cold metal against my skin and shiver. My hands are now slightly above my head, secured to the wall. And my back is exposed to David…and his belt.
“Okay then.” Peeking over my shoulder, I see that a thin sheen of sweat has broken out across his face. I also can’t help but notice the bulge in his boxer-briefs. He’s clearly aroused. He wipes his forehead and picks the belt up off the bed. He places one hand on my shoulder and gives a small squeeze, helping to hold me in place. Then, with his other hand, he brings the belt down yet again. CRACK! I manage to keep my lips firmly shut but can’t help the explosion of air from my nostrils when I exhale in surprise. My body jerks involuntarily but the handcuffs keep me in place against the wall. There’s a faint rattle as I squirm but other than that, the only sound in the room is David’s heavy breathing.
“One more and you’re done,” he whispers in my ear. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Again, he brings his hand between my legs, feeling the wetness there. He rubs a moistened finger over my clit, gently. The sensation distracts me from the fire where the belt hit me. Instinctively, I push my pussy against his hand, wanting more.
“You like that, huh?” He murmurs. The combination of pain and pleasure has me aroused and wanting more, wanting to explore every physical sensation possible. What I really want right now, as much as I hate to admit it, is David inside of me.
“Let’s just get this over with.” I spit the words at him.
“As you wish, Miss Madison,” he replies, his voice tinged with sarcasm. I brace myself as he raises his arm with the belt, preparing to strike. Until now, he’s just been giving a flick of the wrist. I grit my teeth, determined not to cry out, and wait, tensed and ready, for him to bring his arm down.
CRACK! All of my good intentions aside, I can’t help letting out a guttural moan as the belt makes contact with my skin.
“Well that one will leave a mark,” David remarks coolly. He tosses the belt down and runs his hand across my ass, causing a fresh wave of pain. It’s like a thousand needles stabbing me simultaneously. Part of me wants to whimper but a bigger part of me is pissed at his curt words and cold-hearted actions.
“Get me the fuck down.” I hiss the words at him, rattling the cuffs above my head as I squirm away from his hand.
“Still feeling pretty bold,” he comments. But he does as I ask, undoing the cuffs and letting my wrists free.
Finally, I can turn to look at him directly. His face is hard and impassive, but his eyes are bright and alive. And I can see his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. I feel the pain surging across my ass but I also recognize the thumping of my heart, and the wetness between my legs where he touched me. A foreign mix of rage and desire, a combination I’ve never felt, surges through me.
“Pissed at me now?” He asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Shut up.” I advance on him and throw my arms around his neck. He gives a grunt of surprise as I jump up to straddle him, wrapping my legs around his waist. But then he grips me firmly, tightly against him. As he brings his hands to my butt to hold me up, fresh waves of pain wash over me. But they only drive me on and I kiss him more hungrily, gripping his muscular shoulders. I bite his lip between kisses, not caring if I’m hurting him or not.
Still holding me up, he walks over to the bed and tosses me down onto it. He climbs on top of me, his body feeling heavy on top of mine. But that’s not what I want tonight. I summon my strength and push him angrily off of me. Taken off guard, he gives way to my touch as I shove him onto his back on the bed. I roll quickly after him as I go, and straddle him, squeezing