of sucking his massively thick cock, and he has only just begun to punish me for my transgressions.
“Yes, Butterfly.” His breath is warm on my ear. “I have only just begun.”
In a flash, I am no longer on the ground, I am lifted into the air, floating. The rope corset he fashioned around my front has handles. Bentley isn’t touching my body, but carrying me, by the ropes, above his head, like I weigh nothing.
Strength.
He has withheld so much of himself for the past year. I’ve only seen his human side. Now, I am getting a glimpse into his vampire side. I should be terrified. But, I’m not. I’m safe. He won’t hurt me.
“No, I won’t cause you harm. But this will hurt,” he corrects me, chuckling.
Damnit.
I have to find a way to turn my thoughts off.
“We will work on that, Butterfly. Someday, you will just feel. Not think, just feel. If I have my way, that day will be sooner rather than later. I will take you away from the noise in your head and teach you to live in the moment.”
He always has his way.
His laughter tells me that he read my thoughts again.
Oomph. My middle comes in contact with the red leather surface below, my knees straddling and resting on the padded material underneath. I turn my head to the side, resting it on the spanking horse. Bentley inches my dress up, above my legs, to right below my navel. I can feel the silky material over the rope on my arms.
“Beautiful underwear choice, my love.” His deep voice caresses me.
It’s a red silky thong with a matching, strapless red bra. I want to be sexy for him. I hadn’t planned on him seeing them until we returned home.
“It is cute how you think you make our plans.”
The fire that spreads across my ass cheek with his first swat not only pushes my body forward but has my brain aflame with regret. He has definitely been withholding his strength. Jesus fucking Christ, that hurt.
“Adorable that you think you have any say in when or where I will see your underwear. Who owns this ass, Butterfly?”
“You do, Sir.”
“I do. It is mine. My ass. My beautiful ass. This beautiful ass is currently in need of some much-deserved discipline.”
His tempo is steady as he lays into my bare butt, bare but for the thin strip of red cloth tight between my cheeks. Is his goal to match the color of my skin to the fabric? God, I hope not.
Swat after swat falls. Skin on skin, he sears his disappointment into my flesh. Sweet pain starts to build. I feel the stickiness gathering between my legs, the moisture proof of my arousal. I can’t squirm, my arms are immobilized, and I am afraid if I move, I will throw myself off the horse and onto the floor.
The swats fall, one after another… after another. No pause in between, no rhyme or reason as to where they might land next. I can’t prepare myself for the next blow; all I can do is feel. God. It feels deliciously painful. Then they stop.
He walks around to stand beside me, where my head is lying turned on the horse. There is hunger in his eyes as he looks down at me. He holds his dick out in front of my lips again.
“Suck.”
I close my mouth around his throbbing cock, amazed at how we both are throbbing—his cock, and my ass from the raw pain of the spanking he has given me. I suck hungrily, greedily. The room has disappeared along with everyone in it. It is just him and me. I moan deep in my throat as I open wider for him, his balls slapping my chin. I can’t help myself, I thrust my pelvis against the cool leather of the horse, rubbing my clit., hoping to release some of the pressure building up.
I feel his disappointment as he steps away from me.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
I know better.
My pleasure is his to give, and when he is disciplining me, only he can relieve me. He decides what I feel, when I feel it, and how. It is part of his dominance over me, the dominance I submit to, the dominance I crave, that I need, that I want.
He holds my face with one hand, making sure I am watching, while with the other, he slides his belt from the loops of his expensive pants—the piece of leather no doubt costing more than