This was everything I’d fantasized about.
When I was directly in the center, he yanked me back almost to the edge.
The crack of his hand on my buttocks came so quickly I yelped. He issued another growl, almost as if the sound was a warning.
“Are you ready for me, Wildcat?”
There was something enthralling about the term. I was shocked from the slight pain, but the deep throb in my pussy continued. “Yes.”
“That’s good because I wouldn’t stop.”
The powerful man loved having control over me. I reminded myself this was only one night. And that I wasn’t this kind of girl.
He brought his hand down three more times. I could swear the man was priming me. Or he was ensuring I knew he wasn’t leaving until he got what he wanted.
That sent me floating in a sea of desire.
The hard smack of his palm was jarring, but delicious in every way. I closed my eyes, arching my back slightly in a shameful move. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he continued electrifying every inch of my body.
When he picked up the belt, I held my breath. I expected him to crack the thick leather against my backside immediately, but instead, he folded the two ends, taking a few seconds to rub the edge down my back. The moment he slipped it between my legs, I dropped my head.
He’d awakened so many emotions deep within me, so many dark desires that he didn’t need to tell me to open my legs wider. I did so easily.
His breath was ragged, which allowed me to sense not only his appreciation of my body but also his building hunger. He was so huge, larger than any man I’d ever been with. When I’d had his cock in my hand, I’d wanted to suck it until he came in my mouth.
As he rolled the leather back and forth, I arched my back. My actions were a blatant offering, begging him to fuck me.
When he finally stepped away, I threw my head over my shoulder. He cracked the belt against my backside two times. The pain was blinding and I clenched my hands around the comforter.
With his chest rising and falling, he brushed his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other before issuing four more in rapid succession.
“Fuck.” I threw my head back, gasping for air. I was crazed, but my entire body was still tingling, still awash in the warmth of multiple orgasms.
His growl was intense, so savage that when he brought the strap down three more times, another wave of excitement tore through me.
“Five more, Wildcat.” He took a deep breath, creating another few seconds of anticipation.
The air remained electrified.
My body hummed, my core burning.
Very methodically he cracked the thick strap across my upper thighs. There was a sweet, ravishing release in the blissful agony. My eyes were cinched closed.
My heart thudding.
Two more strikes and I was lost in another entirely different wave of ecstasy.
The burn increased, and I felt myself arching my bottom out to meet him.
As the last two were delivered, he uttered a low growl that lingered, echoing.
Creating even more need.
Suddenly, the belt was tossed aside.
“Are you still wet for me?” he gritted out.
“Yes.” My voice was rattled, no longer recognizable.
