force her over the edge, but I stay my hand. I’ve been starving her of release on purpose, but tonight she will come harder than she ever has.
“Remember not to move.”
My words are the only warning she gets before I pull my fingers free and swing the belt with my other hand. Her right ass cheek blushes pink and she gasps before letting out a choked cry of agony. I quickly inflict another blow on the opposite cheek, painting it pink as well. This time she lurches onto her belly, her face buried in the comforter as she screams.
“Up, gatita. I’m not finished.”
Her limbs shake, and she sniffles while getting back into position. Noticing how stiff her back is, I run a hand soothingly over it, urging her to relax. It’ll go much easier for Elena if she does. Two more blows come back-to-back, the flick of my wrist allowing the belt to lick from left to right. Elena sobs, and I can hear more cries trapped behind her lips. Her ass is cherry red now, but her pussy is as wet as it was before, shimmering and begging for my cock.
“You belong to me now … say it,” I demand with another swing of the belt.
“I … I belong t-to you now,” she whimpers, hanging her head.
“Say my name,” I urge, another swing punctuating my words. “I’m yours, Diego.”
I deliver four more licks without stopping, and Elena’s wails echo off the walls. She falls onto her elbows, her face pressed against the bed. Light welts show on her skin, like perfect paintbrush strokes leaving the proof of my possession. My cock throbs as I stare at my handiwork, the most depraved parts of me turned on by her screams, her pain.
“Tell me you won’t try to run again,” I say, flicking the belt at the back of one thigh, then the other. “Tell me you will stay.”
“I … ah! I’ll stay … I swear, I’ll stay.”
“I don’t believe you,” I growl, because I can still hear that thread of resistance in her voice. I can’t afford to let it slide. “Make me believe you.”
Her next scream breaks off on a choked sob when I hit her again, this time angling the belt so it strikes both her cheeks at once. She’s full-on crying now, her body shaking as she hiccups out strained breaths.
“I’m sorry!” she cries. “Please, I … I was afraid! The engagement, the wedding … all of it scared me so badly, Diego.”
I lower the belt, finally hearing the resignation in her voice that I was looking for—a sign that she realizes she has no choice but to give in.
“So, you decided to go to Viktor? Did you think he would be your savior?”
“I didn’t go looking for him … it was a coincidence. I saw he had a phone and …”
“And you risked making me angry by doing what I told you not to do.”
“It won’t happen again,” she replies, her voice low and pleading. Broken.
“No, gatita, it won’t.”
I raise the belt again and finish dishing out her punishment, lashing her ass until it glows and she’s shaking and whimpering in a hoarse voice. She flinches with each strike, but never moves or tries to shy away from the belt. Her head remains lowered, and even the clench of her toes has relaxed. The pain has reached its threshold and she’s in another place now—one of heat and light and pure sensation. She’s right where I need her to be.
Dropping the belt, I loosen my tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. My skin is damp with sweat and burning up, my blood rushing through my veins so fast it makes me slightly dizzy. The satisfaction Elena’s position brings me is intoxicating, and I can’t seem to get enough of it. I’d keep her like this all night if I thought she could handle it.
Elena issues a soft, pitiful moan when I slip my fingers back inside her. She’s soaking wet and pulsing around my knuckles, her clit swollen and needy.
“That’s it,” I murmur, using my other hand to massage one hot, reddened ass cheek. “Let me make you feel good now.”
She spreads her knees wider, accepting me with a low sigh. I curl my fingers and search Elena’s inner walls for her g-spot. She cries out when I find it, bucking and leaning back into my hand.
“Are you close?” I ask her, even though I already know the answer. I’m surprised she’s lasted this long. “Are