Page 109 of Between the Sheets

My eyes widen as Marcel taps the riding crop against his thigh. I swallow hard. Then gasp as he trails the edge of the crop over the hardened peaks of my breasts, causing them to become so painfully rigid that I think they’ll snap open at any second.

“Tonight, I’ma make you wish you never put ya muthafuckin’ hands on me, baby. I’ma make you wish you never doubted me or ever questioned what we have. And you know I’m a man of my word.”

He slides the crop along the crack of my ass, causing it to brush the back of my pussy.

I moan, wind my hips.

Whap!

I grunt.

“Keep ya greedy-ass still. You disrespected me. You knew you had it coming. Punishment. I’ma redden that beautiful ass until it glows fire.”

If I weren’t already on my knees, I’m sure they’d have buckled at those words.

“I know—”

Whap!

I gasp as he smacks my ass again.

Lightheaded, tears spring from my eyes.

I know this is supposed to be punishment. But I love it. Love the sting. Love the burn. Oh, God, yes…

I gasp again and again when Marcel slides the crop between my pussy lips, over my clit, then into my slick heat. Then back over my clit.

The crop, oh, God, yes…so fucking barbaric, yet so unbelievably sensuous.

Whap!

I scream against the gag when the leather snaps into my ass, then moan when Marcel slides it back over the back of my cunt, before slipping its tip into me, fucking the mouth of my pussy before rubbing it over my clit again and again until I am delirious.

He lifts the tip to my mouth. Tells me to lick it clean. And I do. I stick the tip of my tongue out, my gaze set on his as I lick the leather, catching the sweet musk of my wetness.

“Yeah,” he says huskily. “Lick your juices.”

I lave my tongue over the leather, then just when I’m about to suck the crop into my mouth, Marcel pulls it away from me.

Damn him!

He sucks it into his own mouth, forcing a groan to spill out over the gag in my mouth. Then without warning, he snaps it over the side of my right breast, catching my nipple and areola with the flat edge.

I cry out.

Sharp pain followed by a burst of aching heat.

Oh, God, yes…yes…

He snaps the crop over my left breast and my nipple flares searing heat that bursts into flames. I close my eyes and swoon. I am not sure when I pass out, or how long I’d been out, but when my lids flutter open, the gag is off, but my hands are tied over my head and I am naked and spread for Marcel’s unyielding pleasure.

I thrash my head when he strikes my cunt with a lash.

Tears flood my lids.

I feel…

Vulnerable.

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