Four. Five. Six.Seven.
Rouge. Rouge. Rouge.I bite the comforter to keep the word from rolling off of mytongue.
Ten. I bet that I’m gettingten.
Hot tears sting my eyes and mucus rushes to my nose. Shit, I don’t think that I can take three more painful swats likethese.
But what if I’m wrong and he intends on giving me more than ten? What if his favorite number is twelve? Or fifteen? Or what if there isn’t a magic number. What if he keeps doing this until Icollapse?
I don’t know what he wants fromme.
My sharp inhalation is unintended, as is the sob that follows, and I press my face into the comforter harder. I concentrate on inhaling and exhaling slowly while he finishesthis.
I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine myself anyplace except here. But it doesn’t help when the next swat lands on mycheek.
Eight.Nine.
Ten. It has to be ten. I don’t have it in me to takemore.
“Ten, Master.” A loud sob escapes mylungs.
“That was the last one,bebelle.”
My body collapses on the bed, my trembling extremities giving out beneath me. I’m out of breath. My muscles are jelly. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes, but it feels like I’ve just finished running a long marathon that went on for hours. I don’t have the strength to do anything but lie beneath him like alush.
He climbs over me, his front pressed to my back, and kisses the back of my neck. Chills erupt over my entire body. “Do you think that I’m finished withyou?”
I know better than to think that. I saw the extent of Tristan’s sexual stamina last night. The man can go and go andgo.
“No,Master.”
“Good. Because I’mnot.”
Even though my ass is on fire, a surge of happiness blazes through me. I want his mouth on me again. I want more of that gifted tongue licking my pussy, and if I have to endure a hard spanking to get it, I’ll choose that trade-off every time. It’s thatgood.
His strong hands wrap around my wrists, stretching them outward, and he places my hands on the edge of the mattress. “Hold on to the edge and don’t letgo.”
Don’t worry. I’ll have no choice when that magnificent orgasmhits.
He uses his knee to push my thighs apart, and his hips settle between my parted thighs, his erection nudging against my vulnerable entrance as he moves up and down as though teasing me. And not in a goodway.
“What are youdoing?”
“Shush, bebelle. You’ll like it. Ipromise.”
I twist and look at him with a mixture of fear and anger, abandoning my new role of submissive. “I told you noanal.”
“And there’ll be no anal…today.”
There will be none tomorrow or the next day or the next or any day afterthat.
His hand moves between my legs and strokes my lips, igniting tingles in my core. “Mmm… who does this tight little pussy belongto?”
I step back into my role. “You,Master.”
“Sayit.”
“My tight little pussy belongs to you,Master.”
