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He landed the sixth stripe across both of her buttocks.
“Six, Nathan.” She squirmed away and flattened her hands on the floor to keep balanced.
He pulled her back up and landed the belt again, a little higher.
“Seven, Nathan.”
On the eighth, she grunted and gave the count, but she stopped trying to maneuver away. “Yes,” he softly. “That’s it. My sub.”
“Nine,” she whispered after the next one.
“Your ass is getting so red for me.” He paused for several seconds to rub her skin and ease the ache he knew she must be experiencing. “Is twelve still your favorite number?”
“This hurts way more than last night, Sir.”
“Lucky for you, it’s less fatiguing than spanking you with my bare hand. So if you want to go to fifteen or twenty, it’s not a problem.”
“No!” She dug her toes into the floorboards.
“Which number is next, sub?”
“Ten?” Then a second later, she said, “Ten,” with much more confidence.
Since she was expecting the stripe, he surprised her by holding off. Instead, he dipped a hand between her legs to tease her clitoris. “Your pussy is as hot as your bottom, Kelsey.”
“Oh God,” she said, squirming, arching back to him, silently pleading for more.
“You like a taste of leather, even when it burns.”
“Sir! Nathan! I’m so ready to come.”
“You can hold off.” He moved his hand out of the way and delivered a stinging eleventh smack.
“Oh dear God,” she said, whimpering.
He eased a finger into her cunt. “How are your nipples?”
“The clamps are maddening. They ache, but I like it. It makes absolutely no sense.”
“And every time you move, they sway.”
“Making me hornier,” she said. “Please, may I have an orgasm?”
He’d known she’d be compliant. He just hadn’t known how much he would enjoy it.
“Nathan.”
She tightened her body as she fought off the orgasm, and he saw an alluring sheen of perspiration dotting her back. At some point, maybe without her being aware of it, she’d given herself over to him, obeying him completely.
To him, it didn’t get any better. “Take another for me,” he said.
“Yes.” She drew in a breath then forced it out in a shudder.
When she was completely relaxed, he brought the belt down, landing it just above her buttocks. She screamed and bucked.
He reached beneath her and yanked on the dangling chain, making her writhe. Then he rubbed the mark left by his belt and said, “You deserve this.” He plunged three fingers into her cunt. “But I’m still going to make you work for it.”
Nathan kept his hand still.
At first, she whimpered, but then she began to move, evidently letting go of her hesitation and gaining confidence as she dug her fingers into the floor to gain some leverage to push herself against him. She shamelessly rotated her hips, trying to reach orgasm.
“Yes,” he encouraged, moving a bit so he could squeeze one of her breasts hard, forcing flesh against the rubber-coated metal.
“Oh God. Too much, too much.”
He eased off then squeezed again harder. In response, her pussy tightened.
She lifted onto her tiptoes and arched.
The moment she found the right angle, he knew. He felt her internal muscles clench his fingers and she cried out his name.
By slow measures, he released his grip. After she’d ridden out the orgasm, he pulled out his fingers then helped her to stand.
Instead of letting her go, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close until her breathing returned to normal.
Eventually, she put a hand on his chest and eased away from him.
“I never suspected anything like this existed.”
“Me either.”
She tipped her head back. “I’m not sure I quite believe you. You’ve played with a lot of subs.”
“None of them have been you.” They’d all had much more experience, and he’d appreciated them, but there was something unique about being her first. It sharpened him, made him carefully craft scenes in his head before he ever touched her. There were things he wanted her to know, confidence he wanted to instill before Saturday. Damn. He was already proud of her. “How does your body feel?” He looped the chain of her clamps around his index finger and lifted it a few inches, testing, watching.
She closed her eyes and tipped back her head.
“You like a lot of pressure,” he observed. A lot of women would have snarled at him or used a safe word by now, but her face was slack from pleasure.
“The clothespins were never enough. But these…?”
