punishment.
The slacks he wore earlier were back on, along with his collared shirt. Even in the middle of the night, he refused to let his men see him at anything less than his best. He pulled his belt out of the loops of his pants then bent it in half. He pulled on the ends and made it snap together, causing a loud clap. “I’m going to punish you for what you’ve done. I’m going to spank you ten times and turn your ass red in reparations. So climb on the bed, ass in the air.”
He was going to spank me like a child? “That’s it?”
He made the belt snap again. “Don’t worry, Lovely. It’ll hurt. And I’ll enjoy hurting you.”
I couldn’t remember if I’d ever been spanked.
“Ass in the air,” he said with authority. “Now.”
I moved around him and crawled on the bed. My feet hung over the edge, and I pressed my cheek to the sheets. My ass was raised toward the ceiling, at the perfect position for him to whip me.
He came behind me and ran the leather gently over the skin, feeling the smoothness between both objects. Then he ran his hands over one cheek, giving it a tight squeeze. “You really pissed me off tonight, Lovely. I’ve been more lenient than I should be. But now that’s over.”
I gripped the sheets on either side of me, wanting this to end as quickly as possible.
He shifted behind me, his knees moving to the stone floor. His warmth breaths blew on my entrance, and I wondered what would happen next. Just when I turned to look, I felt his warm mouth kiss my most vulnerable area.
Oh wow…
His tongue worked my clit before he sucked it into his mouth.
I’d never had a man do that to me before, and as terrified as I was, it still felt incredible.
He gripped my thighs as his tongue delved inside me, tasting and exploring me. He worked my clit again, bringing me to the edge of a powerful orgasm. I could feel it approaching over the horizon. He kissed me harder, just as aggressive as when he kissed my mouth.
I was almost there, moaning at his touch. My hands scooted down the bed until they wrapped around his wrists.
He pushed me further, right on the precipice of euphoria.
Then he pulled away.
No.
He stood up again and grabbed his belt. “Your pussy is just as lovely.” He rested the belt on my ass before he pulled it off again. “We’re going to count to ten. When I say the number, you repeat it back to me. If you fail to do so, you’ll get another. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.”
I couldn’t call him that. This was the most he would get out of me.
When I didn’t give him what he wanted, he continued on. “An extra five slaps, it is.” He positioned himself behind me before he threw all his weight into the swing of the belt. He hit me so hard I cried out, hearing the slap thud against my ears. He breathed heavily as if he was overexerting himself. But it was just his arousal breaking through the surface. His desire came out, loud and unmistakable. “One.”
That was only one?
I didn’t want to add another five to the list, so I counted with him. “One…”
He whipped my ass five more times, successfully slapping me in consecutive strokes. He hit the same area over and over, making me cry out in pain. It was a burning sensation I’d never experienced. He didn’t go easy on me, striking me as hard as he could. Tears prickled my eyes as the skin began to turn raw.
When we got to ten, he slowed down. “Do you see what happens when you fuck with me?”
I cried quietly into the sheets.
He came around the bed and grabbed me by the hair. He looked into my tear-stained face, showing no compassion. “I warned you, Lovely. I told you not to do it, but you did it anyway. You’re never going to learn unless I punish you.”
I steadied my tears and met his gaze, trying to find strength somewhere.
“You know you deserve this,” he whispered. “Are you going to run away again?”
“No…” I’d never be able to escape, not when a dozen men accompanied him wherever he went.
“Promise me.”
“I promise…” I just wanted it to stop. It wasn’t just the pain that bothered me. It was the humiliation of being whipped like a child. It was the fact that I