“Please, Daniel, please… oh my god, please…” she yelled, struggling frantically against him.
Not wanting to be disturbed and have to possibly kill a bunch of hotel security, Daniel let go of Addison’s hands and shoved her back on the bed. She heaved a sigh of relief until Daniel followed her onto the bed, reached down and flipped her onto her stomach. He grabbed two pillows from the top of the bed and, lifting her easily with an arm under her waist, shoved the pillows under her hips so her breathtaking ass was up in the air where he would have the best view of it.
He never understood why women hated on their asses. He very much appreciated Addison’s heart-shaped rear and, if he wasn’t so pissed off with her at the moment, would take the time to explore every plump inch of it. She squirmed and cried out in fear as he took his leather belt off. He wrapped it around her throat and tightened it only enough for her to worry, but not enough to really cause pain. He leaned across her bare body and, brushing the tangled chestnut curls aside, spoke in her ear.
“I’m angry, Addison, and I don’t get angry.” She shivered underneath him and opened her mouth to speak. “I promise if you say anything, it’ll only make this worse.”
The breath rushed from between her parted lips and she frowned, clearly debating whether or not to defend herself. She decided to take his advice and closed her lips, instead bringing her fingers up to wrap around the belt threatening the delicate flesh of her throat.
“Good girl,” he growled, breathing in the delicious tropical flowery scent of her skin and settling his heavy body against her smaller one.
He took both sides of the belt in one hand and used the other to run his fingers down her baby fine hair and soft back, marvelling at how incredibly smooth she was. He couldn’t get enough of touching her. The past week had proved that. He had his hands on and in her every chance he got until she was dropping from exhaustion.
“Were you tired?” he asked, suddenly struck by the idea. “That why you took off?”
She hesitated and then she nodded slightly before whispering, “Also a little… sore.”
He frowned. “I was careful, I know I was. There was minimal bruising, I checked. Daily. If there was any then I avoided the area.”
“It’s not that… exactly.”
He thought about that, he really did, and he considered himself an intelligent guy, but he couldn’t figure out what she meant. If she wasn’t too beat up then how come she was sore? “Explain.”
“Oh my god, Daniel,” she moaned, cheeks flaring red, and buried her head in a pillow. Finally, after about thirty seconds she gave him a muffled, “My vagina hurt!”
It took him about another thirty seconds to process what she meant and then he fully understood. It made sense. A week of non-stop rough sex was bound to make a woman a little sore. He sat up and quickly, clinically, ran his hands down her body to check for bruises, and then swiftly swirled his fingers around her labia before pushing them into her body. After almost forty-eight hours without sex her body had gone back to its usual too tight clasp.
Addison squeaked in surprise and tried to sit up, throwing an elbow back into his chest. Daniel subdued her with a hand at the back of her neck. He pushed her back down and held her easily. “Does it still hurt?”
“No!” she said. “I’m fine, can we please stop talking about this!”
Daniel lifted his hand and brought it heavily down on her upraised ass, causing her to cry out in surprise and jump. He held her down with a heavy hand at the small of her back. He pulled his belt from around her neck and looped it around his fist, tucking the metal clasp into his hand and leaving the leather to trail down.
He ran his hand down her back drawing a shiver from her. “Well, hard to stay angry. Doesn’t mean I forgive you for taking off like that though. I’m going to punish this ass until you beg me to stop, and then fuck you and take you home.”
“Daniel, no!” she pleaded.
“Hands over your head. Move them and I’ll hit twice as hard. If you scream, twice as long,” he said, leaning away from her.
She hurriedly put her arms over her head and braced them against the headboard, clenching her fists. She does submissive so well, he thought, and she doesn’t even know it.
“Next time,” he snarled, bringing the belt down on her upraised ass, “ask me for a night off, Addison. Tell me you need a break.”
He lashed her bare ass a total of twenty times. He could tell the moment the flares of pain had turned to blazing ecstasy. She parted her legs a little and was raising her ass into each stroke, her whimpers turning to moans. He knew she needed just a little bit of pressure against her clit and she would be explosive in her release. She didn’t deserve to get off.
He did though.
He dropped the belt and rolled off the bed. Addison had just enough time to look around in hazy confusion before he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her onto her back. She cried out when her reddened ass touched the bedsheets. He dragged her around and to the edge of the mattress until her head was hanging off the edge. She flailed a little, but he shoved her hands down and placed them on the mattress.
“Don’t move,” he snapped.
She obeyed.
He unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. He tapped her cheek. “Open.”
She opened her mouth. He thrust his dick into her warm, willing mouth, enjoying the way it stretched her cheek. She choked a little, spit bubbling from her delicate lips, and brought a hand up to help herself. He slapped her hand back down with a growl. She dropped it and continued to struggle getting him into her mouth and throat.
He reached out and played with her nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly until she was squirming under him and curling her legs up defensively. Her nipples were ultra sensitive and he knew she had trouble with how rough he was with them. He enjoyed pushing her boundaries. He couldn’t wait until the day he could get them into clamps. She would scream so beautifully for him.
