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At once, I knew what this was. It was an orgasm, my very first one.
In the illicit romance novels I’d been able to read, they’d all talked about this moment, some of them in detail. Some of them had faded to black.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for this.
My blood felt like it had caught fire. The frantic beating of my heart should have winded me, but I didn’t much care as my entire world spun higher and higher. I felt so desperately out of control, and still my orgasm kept raging.
He pressed a bit more firmly on my clit, tightening his hold on my wrist as I writhed before him. I stared at that beautiful strap of leather, noting that it was well worn and soft. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much because of that.
My orgasm deepened and my soft cries became a desperate scream. My core spiraled tighter and my inner walls fluttered hard. By the time my release finally started to wane, I was out of breath. I stepped from one foot to the other, trembling and shaky. His hand slipped out of my panties, and I knew they were even wetter now.
“I asked you a question, naughty girl.”
My stomach flipped straight up into my throat.
“I… I…”
No matter how much I tried, I didn’t seem able to form words just yet. Sensation buzzed through me, a numbing, tingling feeling that seemed to grow stronger in the passing seconds. I sighed, closing my eyes briefly and enjoying the pleasant bliss trickling all over.
“Since you haven’t answered me properly, I’m going to assume you need your bottom reddened after all,” he mused.
My face heated once again.
Did I want him to spank me? Did I want him to use his belt?
My curiosity went to war inside me. On one hand, I’d come for the first time while thinking about that belt. On the other, a part of me was afraid. All the books I’d read hinted at the pain involved.
My clit pulsed.
Why did thinking about that awaken a keen desire inside me to push him just enough so that I could find out what it was like?
I paused, feeling hesitant. This kind of behavior was frowned upon. If my neighbors knew what I was doing, they’d be talking about me for ages. I shouldn’t do this. I should leave these thoughts somewhere in the back of my head, never to be spoken aloud.
They couldn’t be made real.
“You can’t. It’s not right,” I breathed.
“Then you shouldn’t have disobeyed me. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
Punish.
That single word repeated over and over in my head and my clit throbbed along with it. Shame pounded through me in waves, but at the same time, a delicious anticipation burned it away.
I told myself that I should have protested more, that I should have fought against him, but I did none of those things. Instead, I stared up at him with a curious sense of wonder as he moved away from me. One of his hands lightly captured mine.
He walked me into my living room, and over to my enormous blue canvas fabric couch. I didn’t fight him. Instead, my feet moved of their own accord, slowly shuffling forward and bringing me closer to whatever fate awaited me.
Suddenly, he was seated before me. My eyes flashed to the belt for a moment. He had laid it on one of the cushions of the couch and I licked my lips, uncertain of what to do or say. My gaze flicked back to his as he arranged me so that I was standing there between his thighs. His hands settled on either side of my hips.
“You’re going to be bare for this, naughty girl,” he murmured, and a soft gasp escaped me.
His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties.
I could have reached down and tried to stop him.
I didn’t.
In a feat that drove me mad with need, he slipped my panties down, inch by deliberately slow inch. I wanted to grab them and pull them off myself, but I stood still, just wanting to experience all of what he had to offer.
