Her soft moan ignites something primal within me. I crouch down, capturing her other nipple between my teeth, the harsh bite making her cry out. The sound is music to my ears, fueling the dark hunger that threatens to consume me.
The hunger I plan to embrace.
"This is what happens when you tease," I growl against her skin, my breath hot and heavy. "You awaken the beast, and now you'll face the consequences."
I release her throat, only to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with a mix of terror and arousal that has a jolt of lust arrowing straight to my groin, causing my engorged cock to strain painfully in the confines of my suit pants.
"On your hands and knees," I command, my voice deep and dangerous. "Now."
She hesitates for a moment, and I feel a surge of anger. Without warning, I shove her down, relishing the small yelp that escapes her lips as she catches herself on her palms. The view of her on all fours before me, her torn uniform hanging off her shoulders, causes a wave of dark satisfaction to crash over me.
I run my hand down her spine, savoring the shudder that runs through her body at my touch. The remaining fabric of her outfit gets in my way, so I bunch it in both fists and rip it again, then use the remnants to bind her wrists in front of her, so she has to drop to her elbows for support. It has the fortunate effectof putting her delicious backside even more on display. With purposefully misleading gentleness, I trace the curve of her ass before delivering a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room. She yelps, her body jerking forward, but I hold her in place.
"Count," I demand, my voice thick with lust. "And if you miss any, we start over again."
"One," she responds with a quavering whimper.
I bring my hand down again, harder this time. The sting in my palm is exquisite, matched only by the reddening mark on her flesh.
"Two," she gasps, her fingers curling against the floor.
I lose myself in the rhythm, the counting, the way her voice grows hoarse and needy. By the time we reach ten, she's panting, her body is quivering and I run my hand over the heated skin, fingering the raised welts I've left behind.
"Good girl." The praise falls from my lips before I can stop it. She can have my benevolence for now, it’s likely all she’ll get. "Now, let's see how wet this has made you."
I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. A groan escapes me as I feel her heat, and I allow myself a moment to explore her folds, reveling in the slickness I find there. She whimpers and tries to press back against my hand, seeking more friction. I tsk disapprovingly and withdraw my fingers, leaving her shaking and wanting.
“I think someone’s asking for more punishment,” I snarl, unbuckling my belt with one hand while keeping her in place with the other. "You'll get what I decide to give you when I decide to give it. Nothing is yours to take."
The clink of metal and rustle of fabric seem deafening in the charged silence.
You know the best things about dreams?
Anything you need is just miraculously available, so after removing my belt and laying it across the small of her back, I getto work plugging her with the bulbous, perfectly peeled ginger root plug that’s there, working it into her wriggling ass without the benefit of lube, so she gets the full effect of the burn.
With that done, I kick her knees wider apart and snatch back my belt. Perhaps she knows what’s coming next, because a pathetic sob is ripped from her. If she thinks it will fall on my mercy, she’s wrong. I devour her terror like it’s ambrosia before swinging the three-inch wide leather and swatting her hard between her legs.
The squelching slap draws a yelp from her, but it’s not enough to soothe my beast. I need more.
More pain. More depravity. More wretched debasement.
More pleasure.
For me, anyway.
I bring the belt down again and again, every strike punctuated by her cries and the wet thwack of leather against her tenderest flesh. The sound and the sight feed my frenzy, pushing me further into the abyss of my darkest desires.
Her body jerks with each impact, the ginger root shifting inside her, intensifying the burn. I can see the way her muscles clench around it, fighting the intrusion even as it craves more stimulation. The conflicting sensations must be maddening.
"Please," she sobs, her voice breaking. "Please, sir..."
I pause, my hand still raised, the belt dangling. "Please, what?" I bark, my voice hardly recognizable to my own ears. "Please stop? Or please more?"
She doesn't answer immediately, and I don’t think she even knows. I can see the internal struggle playing out across her face. The war between her fear and her arousal, her shame and her desire. It's intoxicating.
I lean down, pressing my body against her back, absorbing the heat radiating from her abused skin. My lips brush her ear as I whisper, "Answer me. What do you want?"
She shudders beneath me, her breath hitching. I can feel the way she tenses and relaxes as she wrestles with her conflicting desires. However, my patience wears thin. The beast wants to play some more.
