Page 9 of Bride

My desire rose from the fire like a phoenix coming to life.

I began to embrace it in all that it was.

After the first initial volley, he paused, and I sucked in a pained breath. The deep sting reverberated across my bottom for several long moments, but then his fingers returned to soothe my scalded flesh and the hurt started to dissipate. His fingertips traced along a few of the welts I felt rising on my skin, and I breathed through it, trying to quell the pounding beat of my heart in my chest.

“This bottom is just as beautiful as I thought it would be spanked bright red and marked with my belt,” he murmured.

His words made my body warm, tingling with appreciation like I’d never felt before.

“Stay over the desk. I want to admire you,” he said softly. His palm lifted from the center of my back, and I heard him take a few steps back. I couldn’t see him, but I knew his eyes were on my skin. I could feel it.

I liked it.

I found myself arching my back and absentmindedly spreading my thighs just a little bit wider. No man had ever looked at me like this. No one had called me beautiful like he had, and it was doing strange things to me. It was making me want more.

He rea

ched for me, admiring the marks he’d left behind. His touch was like a bolt of electricity. I gasped into my sodden panties, his fingers eliciting pain and pleasure just like his belt had done.

“Your ass was made to take my belt, sweet bride,” he murmured, and I heard his zipper behind me. I keened nervously, but he didn’t force himself into me. At least, not yet.

The heat of his thick cock pressed against my left bottom cheek. He leaned over me and untied his tie before he tossed it aside on his desk. Then he pulled the panties from my mouth.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you, sweet girl?” he asked.

“Yes,” I finally whimpered, my voice hoarse and a bit timid from misuse.

One hand slinked into the hair at the back of my head and he clutched it tight, pulling my head back just a little bit. The effect of the blossom of pain was immediate, causing my pussy to clench violently with need.

“Do you like that you’ve made me this hard, sweet bride?”

I opened and closed my mouth, unsure of what to say. I knew the truth, that I did like that I made him this hard, but I didn’t want to tell him that.

I lied.

“No,” I said hoarsely, and he chuckled. He maneuvered his hips between mine and slid his cock along my pussy. It was so long that the head of it nestled over top of my clit. The heat of it pressing against my needy bud was the most tempting thing I’d ever felt. I tried to stay still. I tried not to react, but he didn’t give me a choice.

He moved for me.

He stroked his solid and very hard length against my clit as his hands grasped my waist. His movements were steady, slow, and sure. I squirmed to try to avoid him, which only made it worse. Soon, the only thing I could think about was his cock against my thighs and how very much I wanted to come right on top of it.

His fingers dug into my hips, but I no longer felt them.

A strangled moan fell from my lips.

“You were a very good girl for your spanking and your belting, weren’t you, Zoe?” he asked.

Oh. Fuck. I wanted his cock inside me.

I fidgeted a bit more, trying to angle my hips so that his cock might slip inside me, but he had control and he wasn’t about to hand it over to me just like that.

“Answer me, pretty bride,” he warned.

“Yes!” I whined.

“I’m going to correct you just this once, Zoe. When you’re being reminded of your place, you will refer to me properly as sir,” he corrected.

God. Why did my clit throb with need so heavily at his words?

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