She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes.
“Answer me.” I give her hair in my fist a tug, making her whimper.
“No.” She sucks in a ragged breath.
“No,” I agree, letting go so her head hangs off the edge. I undo my belt and pull it from its loops. Doubling it over, I order, “Count,” then slap it down across her ass.
She cries out, her body tensing and pulling on the ropes that hold her down. “One.” She sniffs.
Whack.
“T-wo,” she stutters.
Whack.
She’s gasping, her body trembling, and I smile at the red marks across her round ass. “Three,” she counts through a sob.
Whack.I hit her upper thighs.
“F-four.” She humps the pillow underneath her hips.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow, Eve. I want you to remember this. Every time you move, I want you to know that I’m in charge here. That you’re my wife and that I control what you do and where you go. Do you understand?” She could have gotten arrested tonight. What if I hadn’t shown up at Blackout when I did? Would she still have gotten into a fight? I think so. My girl went out looking for trouble.
Whack.I hit her thighs once more and she buries her face in the end of the bed.
“Five.” She manages through a sob.
My eyes admire her sweat-covered body, loving the fresh bright red marks my belt left. I should do this every night. Just in case she tries to go out on the town without me. I want everyone to know she’s mine. That I’m her husband. I protect her and I own her.
I undo both ankles and she pulls on her arms thinking I’m releasing them next. “Bring your legs up underneath you,” I order and rip the pillow from under her hips. “I want your ass and cunt in the air for me to see.”
She lets out a cry of pain as she gets into the new position. I smile, knowing it’s stretching her freshly welted skin.
Undoing my zipper, I pull my hard cock out and get onto the bed, spreading her legs farther with my knees, slowly sliding into her. Loving her attempt to keep me out.
Leaning over her back, I command, “Open your mouth.” I shove my belt behind her teeth, forcing her to bite on it. Then I bring it around her head and slide the leather through the buckle, pulling it tight. I grip the excess in my hand, holding her head in place.
My other one slides between her trembling legs and feels her pussy. “You’re soaked, angel. Getting your ass spanked turned you on. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you acted out on purpose.”
She mumbles around the belt, and I smile to myself. Pulling my cock out, I look down and watch it disappear into her tight pussy.
I groan. “Fuck, Eve.” My breath catches and I pull back before slamming forward. Her back arches more, and I pull on the belt, forcing her head back. “Don’t come.” I growl. “This is about me. Not you.”
My girl acts out in order to be punished. She knows I’m not going to take it too far. This isn’t about hurting her. It’s about controlling her. My free hand slaps her ass right over one of the marks from my belt, and her cunt grips me in response. I do it again and she cries out around the belt in her mouth. “You’re doing so good, angel,” I tell her. “Taking my cock like a good whore.” I pull out and push forward. “Feel your pussy sucking me in?” I do it again. “You need me, angel.” I smack her ass again, and she begins to shake uncontrollably. “You better not come. If you do, I’ll tie your legs down and take my belt to your ass again.”
I’m panting and she’s crying. I pick up the pace, slamming into her cunt while my one hand holds the belt and my free hand grips her ass. My eyes drop to watch my slick cock fuck her.
Pulling my jeans up, I fasten them and then run my belt through the loops. I glance up to see her standing at the sink, staring down at her phone, her ass and thighs red from what I just did to her while my cum drips from her pussy. She didn’t get off. I’m going to make her beg me for that later.
My girl always does this. She’s able to avoid telling me what I want to know. I asked her about Adam, and she slammed her head into my face to get away from the conversation. There’s only one thing I need to know. “Do you love him?”
“What?”
I walk up behind her, turn her to face me, and her breathing accelerates. I grab her phone from her hand and place it on the counter, wanting all her attention.
I take her flushed face in my hand, forcing her eyes to mine. “Do you love him?” I repeat.
“Who?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
