Hesitantly, she did as commanded. I grabbed my leather belt from the end of the bed where I placed it and took a step back. For a moment, I simply stood there, admiring the trembling of her body—the uncertainty as she waited, not knowing what I was going to do to her.
Finally, after enough time had passed that her trembling had subsided slightly, I looped the leather and held the end with the buckle. The sound of metal clinking against itself reached her ears and I saw the way her head rose. Before she could turn back, however, I lifted my fist and brought the belt down hard across her asscheeks.
“Ah!” Her scream was music to my ears. Red blossomed over the pale skin of her ass. It was a fucking beautiful sight. Her hand reached back and I slapped it out of the way.
“Don’t let go of the covers,” I commanded.
“What—Ah!”
She didn’t get a chance to finish as I brought down the next strike—hitting a little bit beneath the first. Another streak of pure perfection. Red blossomed against her pale, milky white flesh. The mark of my ownership, of the pain I gave her.
Perhaps I would’ve stopped, maybe I would have asked her how she was feeling, but it was all too obvious. Her pussy was fucking dripping. Wet juices glittered against her folds as they oozed from her, streaking down her inner thighs.
“Dirty little girl,” I murmured appreciatively. “Your pussy is hungry, isn’t it?”
Her pants were my only response.
“That’s alright,” I said, cupping my palm over her ass and rubbing the red welts I’d created soothingly. “I’ll give you more.”
When she next whimpered, I didn’t shush her. No, in fact, I enjoyed the sound so much that I rewarded her with five more strikes.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Her ass bloomed for me. More pussy juices gushed out of her wanting cunt. They slipped down the insides of her thighs as she cried with each hit. By the fifth and final one, her head was pressed into the mattress and her ass was raised up into the air—further than it had been for the first one. She swayed back and forth as she sobbed into the covers, clenching them in her fists.
I dropped the belt and cupped her ass in both hands, relishing in the heat my hits had given her flesh. “Yes,” I said admirably. “What a filthy little girl you are, aren’t you?” I didn’t expect an answer, so I kept talking. “You loved my present, didn’t you?” I stroked the soft welts as they darkened her skin to a pretty rosy color, darker than her usual blush. “You’ll remember your wedding night, won’t you, Angel? Yes, you will. You’ll remember how you bent over and let your husband spank you. How you shoved your ass out and begged him with your body to make it hurt.”
I squeezed her cheeks, earning me a moan. My cock stood at attention, practically pounding with the need to take her again, to fuck her good and long and hard, to fill her once more with my cum. Thank God, this bed was the perfect height. Testing her cunt with two fingers speared into her insides, I withdrew them quickly and wiped the remains of her arousal on my cock before I fit myself against her opening.
My head touched her entrance and I felt her jump—her body jolting as she rose back up. It was too late, though. She hadn’tasked me to stop. She’d been such a good girl for me, and that meant she deserved her reward. Gripping her waist, I yanked her back hard, and in one single stroke, I seated her entirely on my cock.
“Gaven!” Her shriek reached my ears, and I delighted in the sound for the briefest of moments.
Her insides squeezed me, rippling along my cock. I could tell she was struggling not to come. Of course, she was. She’d just taken several spankings that had made her sensitive and having the suddenness of my cock inside of her was likely driving her to the brink of insanity.
“Rock back,” I whispered. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
It took a moment, but after several panting seconds, she finally followed my orders just like I knew she would. “That’s right … yes, just like that.” I groaned when her ass pulled away and then pressed backward once more as she took me right to the hilt. “So wet for me. You’re perfect, Angel. That’s a good girl—keep fucking your husband. Take my cock, take it, baby girl. Squeeze my cum out and take it into your cunt.”
Angel’s body moved for me, and we fell into a synchronized pattern. She would pull away and just as she pushed back again, I would thrust forward. Each smack of my hips against her ass was hard and fast, the sound of our slapping skin echoing throughout the room. Back and forth, I could hear the gasps and moans of pleasure escape her.
Soft, delirious words fell from her lips. “Please … please … I want to come. Please, let me come.” Yes, this was what I wanted. A strong, fiery woman pleading for me to give her what only I could. She was begging for me to give her release—not taking it for herself. Yes, she would become everything I desired.
Submissive. Hungry for more. I would teach her everything she needed to know about giving me pleasure and gaining herown. Only from me though. I was all that she would ever know, the only man who would ever bring her to these heights.
I’d dress her up in the finest clothes and give her the most expensive jewelry. She would walk alongside me through the world of crime and violence, untouched by it all. Then, at the end of each day, I would come home to her on her knees—ready and willing to serve me as I planned to serve her.
She would suck my cock and drink my cum. She would bend over and spread her cheeks open for me to take everything from her cunt to her ass. I’d fill her so full of my cum, she would feel empty without it. I’d have everything she could give and, in return, I would make her the most powerful woman in the Price Empire. She would sleep next to me each night, knowing that no one in this world could care for her the way I could. I would ensure that no one ever disrespected her. No one would ever dare again try to kill her like they had on the street.
“You want to come?” I demanded as I fucked into her, thrusting so deeply I swore I could see stars behind my eyes.
