This was real.
Lev was taking off his belt right now and I was bent over with my face in the bed and my naked ass in the air.
I was about to get the very first belting of my life.
“Stop. You can’t—”I gasped, but it was useless. A protest without a target. A plea I didn’t mean.
“I can,” he cut me off. “And I will. You’ve earned this, Kara.”
The first blow came without warning. A stinging crack of leather against my skin. An unforgiving line of fire. I cried out into the blankets beneath me, a pained sound that was swallowed up by the duvet.
This couldn’t be happening. I must still be fantasizing, right? I couldn’t possibly be getting my ass belted by my high school bully right now, could I?
Another blow landed and it became shockingly clear that this was really happening.
“Count,” he ordered.
“No,” I sobbed with humiliation, my hands fisting in the sheets.
The belt came down again, in the same spot, doubling the pain.
“One,” I cried, the word torn from me.
“Two,” I choked out as the belt fell again, a little lower, painting a new line of fire across my skin.
He continued, setting a mercilessly punishing rhythm that had me writhing on the bed, my sobs echoing in the quiet room. My body was a mess of conflicting signals. The pain was intense,but beneath it, a dark, insidious desire was building, a shameful, traitorous response to his dominance. Each lash of the belt sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated need straight to my core, making my pussy clench, making me even wetter. And I kept my position.
Over and over again the belt struck and I counted. Soon enough, my eyes started to water, and I was clenching my teeth so hard I feared they might shatter. But Lev just thrashed me harder, and then I was crying with my tender ass ablaze with no end in sight.
By the time I obediently gasped out “Twenty-five,” my voice was a broken whisper, my ass was on fire, and I was a quivering, sobbing mess. I was so aroused it was humiliating, my slick juices thoroughly coating my inner thighs.
“Please,” I sobbed.
I didn’t know what I was begging for. For him to stop? For him to keep going?
After a few more harsh strokes, I heard the belt fall to the floor with a soft thud.
His hands were on me then, his touch surprisingly gentle as he traced the welts rising on my skin. His fingers were cool against my burning flesh, and I shuddered with need.
“Look at you,” he growled possessively. “So wet for me even as your ass is suffering from my belt. Your body knows what it needs.”
His fingers dipped lower, sliding through my slick folds, gathering my arousal on his fingertips.
“And what it needs right now,” he continued, his voice rumbling through me, “is my cock.”
He was right. Damn him, he was right. I needed him. I needed this. The fantasy I’d imagined in the bath, the one I’d tried to bury, had been a pale imitation of the reality. This was what I’d been craving, what I’d been running from. This raw, dominant, possessive claiming.
His hand left me, and I heard the whisper of his zipper, the rustle of fabric. Then his cock was pressing against my entrance, thick and hard and insistent. He was dripping, too. I braced myself, my hands buried in the duvet, my body tense with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
He wasn’t gentle, but I hadn’t expected him to be. He pressed into me slowly, surely, completely taking control. I keened, a ragged sound that was half pain, half shock. He was so big, so thick, stretching me to my limits. The burn was so intense that I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back, just trying to survive it.
“Fuuuuuck,” I sobbed, my nails digging into the bedspread.
He didn’t give me time to adjust. He buried himself inside me then, to the hilt, and started to fuck me without mercy, his hips snapping against my sore, red ass, the sound of his body slamming into mine filling the room. He set a ruthless rhythm, each thrust hard enough to hurt, which was only made worse because I knew he meant for this fucking to be a punishment, too.
“Tell me you want it,” he grunted.
And I did. Because in this reality, he had already broken me with his belt before he even thought about taking me with his cock.
