Fuck. Maybe he was right.
“Tell me what you should’ve done back in that room,” he said.
“Screw you,”I bit out.
He laughed darkly.“Youwantme to whip you harder, you little brat.”
The beltbarelygrazed my butt, and I jumped.
“Aww, it’s so cute watching you squirm. But I’m not giving you what you want until you ask for it,” he said.
“Fuck off.”
“Then I’ll stop.”
I scrunched my eyes closed, and screamed, “Fucking do it!”
The belt smacked hard against my butt cheek. Agony and pleasure welled up inside of me in a sweeter cocktailthanI’d ever tasted. Liquid leaked from my eyes, but the tears were a sweet release of the tension building up inside of me.
“What color is the sky?” Sebastian asked, a demand in his voice. My mind was fuzzy for a moment from the high of the smack, but I realized he was reminding me to use my safeword if Iwanted this to end.
“Blue,” I said.I never wanted these sensations to end.
“Good, now tell me what you should’ve done back in that room.”
“Someone sounds jealous,” I gasped out.
The belt whipped against my butt cheek so hard that my toes curled into the hard synthetic heels.
“You sure you want to push me?”
For some reason, Ididwant to push him. To see how much I could handle, and how far I could take this. What was wrong with me?His hand roughly pushed against my slit.
“Hey pain slut, you’re leaking all over my pants,” he said.
I heard the belt fall to the bed, and his arms encircled my stomach. Hepulled meup, and I glimpsed his narrowed eyes before hedroppedme onto my knees in front of him. My burning butt ached against the coldness of the floors.
“Time to clean up your mess,” he said.
Sebastianpointed at thegleaming wet spot on his pants.
“Lick it up,” he ordered.
I opened my mouth, but instead of softlylicking thedrippingliquid, I rose on my haunches and bit down hard on his leg.
He raised an eyebrow.
“I’m just returning the favor for the hickey,” I said.
Sebastian smiled, exposing a dimple. It was like the heavens were shining down on me, and all I wanted was for him to keep looking at me like that.
“Fair enough, but are you going to clean up your mess?” he said.
The honey in his voice made me want to follow his every command.I poked out my tongue and began to softly lick at my liquid on the thigh of his pants. I wanted this so badly. What was wrong with me?
“Faster,” he said.
His pant leg muffled my moan.
