He pushed her hands aside, taking full control. “You know what I remember the most about our time together?”
“What?” As if she didn’t know what he was going to say.
“Your first spanking.” He smiled in an evil manner as he pulled the leather strap from the loops, taking his time. That was the very moment she noticed his face darkening, his eyes becoming mere slits.
“How could I ever forget?” Sophia kicked off her heels, taking a moment to glance around the house. The beauty of the house was powerful, modern and sleek in design. The limited lighting from the kitchen barely highlighted the expansive great room, but the full moon casting a vibrant blue hue scattered across the ocean water was breathtaking.
He twisted the belt in his hands as he approached, snapping it against the floor.
She jumped, more involuntarily than anything, but her heart raced, a combination of anxiety and breathless anticipation. The shame that she’d felt during that first spanking had left a distinct taste in her mouth, one of humiliation and degradation, but now? She wanted this. She’d craved the feeling of his hand against her bottom, the feel of the tawse slicing hard and fast against her skin. And more than anything, she craved the attention he’d given her, taking his time to make certain that all her pleasures were fulfilled.
Still, she was like a little girl waiting for Daddy to bring down his wrath. Her lower lip quivering, she realized that her nipples were hard pebbles, aching in their almost desperate need for attention.
The cracked smile remaining on his face, he pointed to the couch, his command just as strong even without words being said.
What surprised her was her almost desperate need to obey, as if his dominating manner fulfilled some part of what had been missing her entire life. She bit the inside of her cheek and took purposeful steps toward the couch, taking several deep breaths. The man of her fantasies was here, having found her in some inexplicable manner. Kneeling on the soft cushions, she leaned over the back, gripping the edge. When she felt his hand brushing down her spine then tapping her ass cheeks, she whimpered, stars floating in front of her eyes.
He rubbed the belt along one thigh then the other, easing the end of the strap from side to side across her buttocks. “This is going to hurt as spankings should.”
“Yes, sir.” The words came easily, yet another surprise.
The first crack was all about sound, the strike never reaching her nerve endings. She held her breath, trying to rationalize why this made her feel closer to him. His domination was unlike anything she’d experienced, a settling to the raging nerves buried deep within her. She heard the snapping sound of his wrist as he issued a second then third smack. This time the sting was apparent, although not painful in any manner.
Pierre rubbed her bottom, caressing in a loving manner. “Did you enjoy wearing my marks before?”
“Yes.”
“Can you imagine wearing them every day of your life?”
“Yes, sir.” Her inner voice had to be answering the questions.
“I want you to count off for me.”
She shifted her neck, trying to see his face. This was something new. “Yes, sir.”
He cracked the belt across her bottom twice more then hesitated.
“Four and five, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Crack!
“Six, sir.”
She could hear his heavy breathing as the intense scent of his testosterone rushed into her nostrils. The pain increased and she dug her nails into the smooth leather on the couch, holding herbreath as she waited for the next volley. Everything about this was cathartic, allowing the inner woman to finally escape, much more so than their first time together.
It came with more force, three in a row, stealing her breath.
“Seven, eight and… nine, sir.” She bit her lip, dropping her head, the pain becoming excruciating. She’d never experienced anything like this, a knowing settling into her. This was exactly what she needed, what she’d perhaps craved her entire life. The mystery surrounding the man holding the belt would remain intact. That was her decision.
This was her fantasy.
When he delivered several more in a row, she lost count, taking several deep breaths and resisting begging him to stop. “Eleven and thirteen and…”
Pierre kicked her legs further apart and rubbed his fingers along her pussy lips. “How quickly you forget, sweet Ashley. We’re going to have to do this more often.”
“Yes… sir.” She had no idea if she’d even said the words out loud but as he smacked her upper thighs more than once, she yelped, tears springing to her eyes. “That hurts. Jesus. H. Mother. Fucking Christ.”
