I pulled away for a second. “Smack my ass.”
“Regina,” he groaned.
“Fucking do it,” I said, and winced a second later when his palm connected with my ass. Pain reverberated through me, bringing my body to life. “Harder.”
He sat and pulled me across his lap. His left hand clamped down on the back of my neck, holding me down as he spanked me harder.
“Like that?” He thrust two fingers into my sopping pussy, finger fucking me roughly. It would’ve hurt if I wasn’t so wet.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me a vicious swat. “You’re going to be my naughty girl.”
“Always. You better fucking keep me in line.”
“Language.” He slapped the top of my thigh. “You better mind. Or you’re going to get a lot worse than my hand.”
I reared off his knees, fighting as much as I could. “Prove it.”
He pushed me to the floor. I ended up sprawled at his feet, cheek to carpet, ass in the air. I heard the snap of leather a second before he struck me with his belt. I cried out, and he stopped.
Bracing my hands against the carpet, I pushed my ass up higher and demanded, “More.”
The belt bit down. Pain sliced through me. Again, and again.
I shook with desire.
“You’re going to learn,” Cole emphasized his words with another strike.
Quivering on the floor, I couldn’t answer. Arousal flooded through me until all I could think of was Cole taking me, claiming me. Each lick of the belt was a kiss—hard and dominating. I could take the pain. I could take anything from him.
By the time he threw down the belt and knelt beside me, the pain felt miles away.
“You okay?” He pushed my hair out of my face.
I nodded as much as I could with my head down, and ass up in the air.
He drew my head back with a fist in my hair. “You trust me.”
My eyes watered with the sting, and I blinked them away. “Always.”
He let go and I sagged back to my hands and knees.
“To the bedroom, sweetheart. Crawl.”
I crawled. By the time we got to the bedroom, I didn’t dare stop, lest I leave a puddle on the floor.
“You’re doing so well,” he told me as he pulled me up by my hair and guided me into position. My front half lay on the bed; my bottom poked back at him, a perfect target.
I steeled myself for the lash.
It never came.
Stubbled cheeks scraped my tender backside, making me cry out. Cole’s tongue probed into the crevice, and I cried out for a different reason.
Lurching forward, I tried to scramble onto the bed, but Cole held my thighs in an iron grip, pulling me back against his mouth. He’d dropped to his knees behind me as he ate me out. I gave up fighting and panted against the bedspread.
Between the soreness in my bottom and the hot mouth on my mons, I was beyond ecstasy. The pain made each lick of pleasure ten times more powerful.
