He slides the belt across the warm mark he left on my right side. He’s amused, his expression still stern, but there’s a lightness in his eyes.
“So impatient.”
His arm moves so fast I barely register the next hit across my left. The sting is sharp and immediate, drawing all my focus to my bottom. The pain dulls and blooms into a soft throb that makes me sigh. This is what I want. What I crave.
The next strike makes me moan. The mounting sensation of pumping blood and nerves firing has all my attention south, on what he’s doing to me. I need more.
The belt comes down across both cheeks, and I yelp, muscles clenching as I shift away from him.
“Jiahui,” he says, his voice a mix of concern and frustration. “You’re not being honest with me.”
“It’s not too much,” I say.
“I’m hurting you.”
“I want it to hurt.”
Blood pulses through the impact spots, heating my cheeks. The silence that stretches between us is filled with a warm flourish of pleasure as the pain begins to fade. I moan at the relief left in the wake of the sting.
“Don’t you like that?” I ask.
He sighs again. “I do…”
I look over my shoulder at him. Concern and confusion knit his brow. He doesn’t think I’m supposed to like this. He thinks I’m doing this just for him.
“I like it,” I say. “Can’t you tell that I like it?”
His eyes meet mine and the belt claps against my ass. I wince at the sharp slap to my nerves, but as blood rushes in, the skin warms and tingles with a delicious respite. He watches me as another strike comes down on the other cheek, then another. Four more quick, relentless hits have me at the edge of my sanity.
Rhazan is panting when he stops, letting the belt rest against me. I exhale hard and suck down a fresh breath as stars dancein my vision. The burning ache in my ass is so intense there’s no room for any other thoughts in my mind. A sort of zen falls over me, a haze of pain and pleasure, leaving my head empty and my body yearning.
The belt slides down to my center and I mewl mindlessly as I lean back into the touch. But he pulls the belt away just as soon as I get the tiny bit of friction that I want.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, pulling the belt to his mouth.
He licks the glistening moisture from the leather, closing his eyes as he does. Fuck, he’s so beautiful, and delightfully messed up. Just my flavor of weird.
The belt comes down on my ass harder than before, and I cry out as a zap of pleasure radiates from that spot all the way to my clit.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he squeezes his cock with his other hand. “You’re almost my shade of red.”
I moan. “Make me red like you, RhazDaddy.”
He strikes me again, then glides the belt through my center to my clit. I shiver as the soft touch on my bud flares in sharp contrast against the sting on my ass. I can’t help but wiggle and push back, trying to get more.
His fingers take over where the belt once was, and the pressure he gives me is perfect. I grind back onto his hand and he slaps the belt down against both cheeks from above. The opposing sensations create a mind-numbing cocktail that pumps through my body like a drug. I’m panting hard and groaning onevery exhale. I writhe and shake, my muscles weak as I teeter on the edge of supernova.
“You’re so close,” he says, and the gold in his scars turns blindingly bright.
He turns his wrist, and while his fingers stay pressed against my clit, his thumb moves between my cheeks. I’m surprised, and embarrassed, when the pleasure of just that little pressure against my other hole is what pushes me over.
My thighs clamp together on his hand and I cry out, keeping him there as I ride out the explosive orgasm. Rhazan wraps his other arm under my hips and pulls me upward, keeping his hand against my pussy as he positions me on his lap. My legs fall on either side of his and he holds my right thigh open as his cock finds my wet center.
He's so big, the first press of him inside me aches. I clutch his arm across my ribs, holding myself up as I get familiar with the sensation. I’ve wanted him to fill me for so long. I know I can take him.
His lips are warm against my back. “Relax. I don’t want any of this to hurt like what I’ve just done to you.”
I release his arm and sag into him, realizing he’s holding me up easily. The muscles in my thighs unclench next, and the release of that tension has him easing in another inch. I’m so full of him already it makes me whimper.
