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His voice is a rumble. “Tell me, babygirl. Have you ever heard of edging?”
“Edging?” I rack my brain thinking of that one night on my computer, doing my research on all things sex. The word doesn’t sound familiar. I think back on the steamy staff conversations I’ve overheard. Nothing about edging…
My throat feels tight. I swallow, hard. “No, I don’t think so, why?”
He snaps the belt together, making a loud popping sound that makes me jump. “Edging, my dear, is just what it sounds like. Taking you to the edge of what you think you can handle.”
“Okay…” My stomach clenches, a cold sweat prickling under my arms.
“Tell me.” He taps the rounded end of the folded-over belt against my ass. “Do you trust me, baby?”
I do trust him. “Yes?” That doesn’t mean I trust his belt.
He lifts the belt in the air, snapping it together again. The sound alone makes my knees go weak. “I want to hearyes, sir.”
“Yes, sir. I trust you.”
“Good. Then let’s begin.” He drags the belt over my ass. “And Kylie?”
“Yes, sir?”
“This isn’t the club. There are no safe words.”
“Yes, sir.” My teeth clench together, my eyes shutting tightly.Deep breaths, Kylie, deep breaths.
He lifts the belt from my ass again. My fingers sink into the leather cushions, bracing myself for the belt. He brings it down, striking my ass across the seat of my jeans. I cry out as a fiery line of pain dances over my curves. I’m shocked at how much it hurts. I suck air in between my teeth, shifting weight from one foot to the other.
This hurts! Is this really what I want? A man who punishes me?
I consider calling it off, running from the room before he can strike again. But I’ve committed to this. I’m going to see it through. As for edging… one smack and I feel like I’m already clinging to the edge of a tall building, my fingernails digging into the leather to keep me from spiraling downward.
“No more secrets, Kylie.”
“No, sir.”
His words are soft, sincere, reminding me how I ended up over this couch in the first place. I put myself in danger. I held back information from him.
He brings the belt down again, another line of fire dancing just above the last one. I raise up on tiptoe, a cry lodging in the back of my throat as another spank from the belt rains down. My pain tolerance is so low, I don’t think I can take much more…
I like playing, but I don’t like this. I feel bad I’ve disappointed him. And… I hate his belt.
“I think you’ve had enough.” The sound of the belt hitting the floor makes relief rush through me.
He reaches down, stroking my ass over my jeans. His hand dips between my thighs, rubbing my pussy over the thick denim. I give a low moan, my hips rolling. His fingers reach around my waist, undoing the button and lowering my zipper. He yanks my jeans and panties down at once.
He steps between my legs, forcing the denim to the floor, then takes his hands to my thighs, spreading them. He undoes his own clothing, there’s the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then I feel the force of his cock entering me from behind. My pussy is slick from his belt, even though I didn’t like it, still, his control over me and my body makes me soaking wet as it always does.
He grabs my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh deep enough to leave bruises tomorrow. He brings me against him, slamming his cock into me hard. My eyes pop open, my jaw going slack as a strangled moan rises in the back of my throat.
“You’re mine, Kylie Barone. You get that?”
“Yes, sir,” I manage to choke out between hard fucks.
He pulls me back against him, giving a powerful thrust that leaves me standing on the balls of my feet, a strange sound coming from me as the full length of his cock fills me. “And that means you tell me everything.”
“Yes, sir.” My pussy clenches around him, a brutal climax rising in my core. He fucks me again, harder this time. I cry out, my palms damp against the leather of the sofa. My eyes shut tight, perspiration dotting my brow as my heart rate increases.
The orgasm is so strong, it causes me discomfort, my insides clenching too tight, the strength of the climax tearing at me, demanding release.
