I slap my palm back over her mouth, losing my patience. “Fine, if you can’t follow instructions, you lose your ability to have options”.
I reach down and rip her panties off, feeling the slight dampness of them as I fist them and bring them up to her face. My girl must have a thing for being surprised. I’ll tuck that knowledge away for later.
Her eyes light up in recognition of what I’m about to do, and she tries to clamp her lips shut. I slap her cheek lightly and then grip them between my fingers.
“Open up. I’m losing my patience, and what little restraint I have left,” I snarl, not in the mood for her attitude, though it’s got me hard as stone.
Deciding that my cock isn’t the smartest thing to put between her lips right now, I shove her panties in there instead. Gagging her.
I grip my belt buckle and catch the way her eyes go wide with fear and anticipation. Maybe if she listened, I wouldn’t have to take it this far.
Yeah, right. That’s a lie.
She tries to lift an arm to fight me, but the usual fire she has inside her is muted and dulled. Her attempt is awkward and slow, drool starting to pool at the edges of her mouth. I fucking love her like this, messy, just for me.
I crawl over her and straddle her chest, ignoring her protests as I pin her arms down with my knees. I’m careful, not enough weight to break her arms, but just enough to make sure she knows there’s no getting away.
Smiling smugly, I realize it’s time for me to get creative with my little darling. I finally loosen my belt and pull it out of the loops, her eyebrows shooting to the top of her head.
Without wasting a second, I wrap my belt around her face, tightening it enough that it shoves her panties deeper into her mouth and settles perfectly between her teeth. I have to make do with what I have.
She looks angry. So much rage in her eyes, squashed by the drugs in her lithe body. Her pretty, straight, white teeth bared to me. The only shame is I can’t spit in her mouth with her bound like this.
I tap her cheek mockingly, twice, tutting at her as though to blame her for what she makes me do.
But I’ve never been a man to give away control; she doesn’t make me do anything.
“You look absolutely gorgeous like this,” I tell her softly, meaning it.
Her beauty and her fight have truly destroyed me. Somehow, with her lips split from my belt, she looks at me lazily with a happy smile.
I lean down and bite her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth from between my teeth, and her arms fly up to hit me again. Smacking me gently on the chest.
“I’ve already taken your voice, darling. You want me to take more?” I chide, watching her face flush deep red, a slick trail of drool slipping down her cheek. Fuck, she’s perfect like this.
“Up,” I instruct, lifting her and flipping her around, making it obvious I want her on her hands and knees. She looks at me over her shoulder, her brows furrowed in anger, shaking her head no. She doesn’t think she can hold herself up. And that’s my goal. I want her to be consumed with the struggle of trying.
“Hands and knees. I won’t repeat it,” I growl, the last thread of patience snapping in my chest.
She moves fast, as fast as she can, given how high she is, as if being good now will save her. It won’t. That window slammed shut a long time ago, when she took the last bit of control left in me and ran with it. She sways a bit, gathering herself.
I fist her hair, slow and deliberate, winding it tight around my hand. It’s impossibly soft, like silk caught in my grip, but I don’t let myself get lost in it. Not now.
I drag the thin nightgown up, then decide just to tear it down the middle, fabric splitting with a satisfying rip. Her body shivers in the air.
Bringing my hand down, I slap her hard, across her ass. The sound echoes in sync with her gasps.
She screams around the belt, but I don’t stop. My palm comes down again. And again. And again, until I reach ten.
I’m panting, not from the effort, but from restraint. Every muscle in me screams to let go, to use everything I’ve got, but I hold back. Barely, for her sake.
She’ll be crying for a day, maybe longer. Her ass will be too raw for anything but lying on her stomach, stewing in pain, and in all the reasons she thinks she hates me.
Good. As long as she’s thinking of me, I’ve already won.
I suck in a breath, trying to calm myself. I don’t like getting out of control, and she doesn’t realize how dangerous it is for me to be out of it.
Martine Lilian Herron
