I tuck the hem of the skirt under her bra to keep it out of the way. “Easy access.”
She laughs. “That’s exactly why I wear them around you.”
Goosebumps spread over her thighs as I pull her panties down and help her to step out of them. I press kisses to the dimples on her ass when a primal need overcomes me. It’s so strong, I can’t hold back.
I plunge my teeth into her tender rear.
She keens, thrashing. “Fuck! Did you just bite me again?”
I admire the red imprint of my teeth on her freckled skin. “Gotta mark what’s mine, Trouble. Aren’t you mine?”
“All that I am is yours.”
My heart is full of sunshine as I whisper into her ear, “I love you. Make sure you remember that cause in a moment, it won’t seem like I do.”
I unbuckle my belt, pulling it from my jeans. I fold it in half and smack my palm with the leather strap, humming at the sting.
“Bend forward. Stick out your ass. Spread your legs. You might wanna hold on to something and keep your safeword ready,” I suggest.
Tally quickly wraps her hands around the beam. “What are you doin’?”
“Ten strikes from my belt and you’ll earn yourself an orgasm. I want you to count them for me.”
“Okay,” she breathes, the single word laden with lust.
I bide my time. Her shoulders tense and I revel in her anxiously turned-on writhing. The longer I wait, the more her boots shuffle, the more her thighs clench.
I bring the belt down hard. She flinches as the leather strap connects with her flesh and her ass jiggles.
“One!” she cries out.
A red welt appears on her skin and my cock throbs. Keeping it in my goddamn pants is about to be as torturous for me as getting whipped is for her.
I land another smack on her right side.
“Two!” Her hips wiggle and I can tell she’s chasing the friction between her legs. I don’t mind her getting a little pleasure with the pain.
The third strike paints a neat red line next to the first. She looks so beautiful with my belt marks on her skin.
“Three,” she moans, voice hitching.
Strikes four and five follow. She counts obediently, every number accompanied by another welt decorating her ass. Her knuckles whiten as she braces herself on thebeam.
I nudge my boot between hers. “Let me see your cunt.”
She does as she’s told and I spread her.
“Fuck, that gorgeous pussy is weeping for me. You’re so wet from getting your hide tanned with my belt.”
Tally whimpers. “It’s embarrassing…”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. It turns me on to turn you on, Trouble. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”
I glide a finger through her drenched seam and dip into her entrance. Her muscles tighten greedily around me, sucking me in. A groan dies in my lungs. I wanna bury myself in her, but her punishment ain’t finished.
“You’re already so desperate for my cock, but you haven’t earned that privilege yet. Five more strikes.”
“I can take it!” she says defiantly.
