I twist my head in his steel grip and snatch his lip between my teeth. Sucking the plump flesh into my mouth, I purr, “What are you going to do if I say yes? Spank me?”
Fisting his hands in my hair, he pulls my head back, exposing the length of my neck. A breathy shudder blows past my lips when his tongue runs from my collarbone to the back of my ear.
I claw at his back, feeling his hard muscles ripple under my sharp nails. His cock grows in his jeans, poking into the soft flesh of my stomach.
“You feel that? Only you, pretty girl. Only you do this to me.”
His admission has me sinking to my knees, fingers fumbling with the leather belt wrapped around his waist. Tired of waiting, Theodore removes it himself.
“On your feet,” he orders, taking me by the waist to help me stand.
Once up, Theodore leads me to the edge of his desk, swiping all the tiny, moveable trinkets to the side, and lies me chest down. The force of it causes the items to crash to the ground, but those are easily forgotten when he pulls the hem of my skirt over my ass.
Groans of want spill from my lips when he palms each cheek, spreading them apart while massaging the muscle with firm thumbs.
A low growl rumbles from his chest. Its vibrations shoot straight to my core, electrifying my already aroused nerves.
I’m eager for his fingers, anxiously awaiting their length and size to fill me. My pussy is practically crying out in need, flooding the delicate fabric of my thong. But when the cool leather of his belt grazes my pebbled flesh, my body can’t help but lock up.
“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” Theodore promises, tilting forward to drop a kiss on the nape of my neck. My sexual experience is limited. None of them were ever bold enough to slap my ass, let alone spank me with a belt.
It isn’t something I thought I would be interested in, but when I feel its leathery toughness brushing against my quivering core, it’s suddenly all I need.
“Please,” I breathe, letting the tension in my spine slacken.
With another kiss, he whispers, “Don’t worry, pretty girl. It will only sting a little bit.”
There’s not an ounce of mistrust, but there is some apprehension. Instead of ignoring it, he fills me with comfort.
As I hold my breath, he presses his tender lips on the corner of mine. “I would never hurt you, Scarlett. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?”
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he steals my breath before robbing me of my heart. “Because I would never hurt what’s mine.”
“Yours?” I ask, twisting my neck to gaze into the crashing storm in his eyes. “I’m yours?”
Dragging the belt back upwards toward my spine, he growls, “Mine.”
Theodore Ellis
CHAPTER XXIII
Trepidation melts from Scarlett’s stare, and something akin to eagerness takes its place. Her muscles are languid under my touch, spine curving inward when I trail the belt over her pert little ass.
“Relax, beautiful. I promise to make you feel good… after I whip this pretty ass for misbehaving.”
Lifting myself off her back, I advise her to take a deep breath. Then, as she exhales, I snap the belt down, flicking it over her backside.
Slamming my hand over her mouth, I silence her squeaking yelp. “Shh. Shh…” I soothe, bringing my lips to the shell of her ear. “I need you to take your punishment like a good little girl. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be a good girl?”
I give her mouth a little slack, just enough to let her words slip free.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I ask, curious as to what more she can say. I’m prepared for an excitableyes, I promise, to follow, but what she groans is more than I can handle.
“Yes, Sir,” Scarlett moans, backing her welted ass into my straining dick.
