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Rough fingers spear into my hair, heaving me off the bike so that I’m standing. Then he shoves me forward to fold over the widest part of the seat. It forces my body into an awkward position, where my hips are so high that my toes barely brush the dirt and pine needles on the ground. My hands fly out to steady myself, and all I can feel is the heat of metal and sharp edges of the foot pedal.
“Please.” I choke out. Not really sure what I’m asking him for because my body is a mess of emotions, and I want him to take control of everything for me.
Right now, I’m crawling my way to the safety of submission.
I hear the clank of his belt buckle, followed by the glide of leather. My core clenches as it becomes clear he’s not unzipping his fly, but instead snaps the belt between both hands. He then runs the folded leather up the inside of one of my thighs until he reaches the hem of my t-shirt, lifting it.
This feels like the night in the kitchen all over again.
Me, bent over and at his mercy, once again wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt and tiny panties.
Maybe I really am every inch the slut he likes to tell me I am.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he flips the edge of the shirt high above my ass, then strokes the belt back down the other thigh. As if he’s mapping out the exact shape of his canvas to paint with reddened strokes.
Scents of salt spray mixed with high-octane fuel clog my nose as the blood starts to pump harder in my ears. I’m suspended, waiting for that first strike to land on my exposed flesh, but instead, the cold metal of Raven’s rings appears. As his fingers close around the waistband of my underwear, I flinch. He’s so rough as they’re tugged down my legs; the material burns my frozen skin, yanking them off me completely. That act leaves my ass and pussy completely bared to him and the elements. But that’s the least of my concerns when I hear his footsteps crunch across the pine needles, crossing to the other side of the bike that I’m bent over.
I want to keep my eyes screwed shut; I really do. However, there’s no knowing what is about to come, and as Raven draws close, I force myself to witness whatever my punishment is going to be. Crouched in front of me, the ripped fronts of his jeans and heavy boots fill my line of sight. As does the balled-up silk of my panties clenched in his tattooed fist. The black fabric is encased in the matching black of the ink covering his knuckles, and the image makes my clit throb. In his other hand, folded on itself and resting across one knee, is his belt.
He strikes as my mouth drops open. Stuffing my panties between my lips with a brutal shove. On reflex, a muffled protest tries to get past the intrusion, though I know it’s to no avail.
Using the looped end of the belt, he tilts my chin to meet his blazing, dark eyes. “No one can hear you scream out here.”
I whimper against the silk and scent of myself filling my mouth.
Then he’s gone. Moving back around to stand behind me with ominous steps.
“Wider, slut.” He kicks my ankles apart with one boot.
Anxiety and anticipation collide inside my chest.
The first smack comes straight away. Searing my ass cheek and I scream against my gag.
“One.”
Oh, god. The welt feels like it pops up immediately. It stings and burns and he’s going to count this out with a voice so low and dangerous it feels like I might be ripped in two. My heart is in the back of my throat, but this is exactly what I need because my mind has something else to cling onto like a liferaft in a storm.
Another crack across the same spot brings fresh tears to my eyes.
“Two.”
He soothes the skin, gliding the flat of the leather in a circle.
Then follows it up with two quick smacks of my ass on the other side.
I’m clenching and writhing, while sobbing into the material stuffed in my mouth.
“That’s four. I think a dirty girl like you deserves ten.”
My head nods while my eyes scrunch closed. The pain is soaring through every part of me, and yet it gradually dissolves into a golden sensation. Humming a seductive tune below my skin.
And with every strike, my pussy grows slicker. I’m winding closer to a peak lingering beyond arm’s reach.
The next four spanks are alternated on either side of my ass, and I can feel the wetness dripping between my thighs by the time we reach number eight.
Raven’s voice is thick with desire as he grunts out the tally.
The final two he delivers as a stripe to each of the backs of my thighs. I’m hurtling toward oblivion as pleasure and pain intermingle in white-hot jolts thundering through me. My panties are soaked with drool, and my freezing nipples feel almost raw from rubbing against the t-shirt and seat beneath me.
