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“Fuck, I love the scent of you. That alone gets me hard. I’m keeping these for later.” He pockets my underwear. “Did you know this bow is worth thousands of dollars?”
I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.”
“It’s made from the very best brazilwood and has a solid gold button. It’s made to fix my exact hand and body size, so it’s one of a kind. If it were to break, I’d be extremely pissed.”
So that’s why he’s angry? He thought I might break his bow?
Darius continues, “But even knowing what you do now about this bow, I also want you to know that I’ll happily break it across your sweet little backside if you go against my wishes again.”
I bite my lower lip, tears threatening. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to spank you now, Laney, and I’m going to use my bow, even if it breaks. Do you understand? You’ll get five strikes, and I want you to count each one.”
I’m trembling now. His erection is a hard ridge beneath my pubic bone, and even though he’s punishing me, it’s turning him on. How much is this going to hurt?
“I want you to count each one,” he says. “Ready?”
It occurs to me that I could get up and run away, but I don’t want to displease him any more than I already have. I can take this, and then, by the feel of his cock beneath me, I think he’ll make me feel good again.
“One,” he says.
There’s a whip in the air, and a crack, followed by a sharp sting.
“Ow!” I cry out.
“Count it, Laney.”
“One,” I whimper.
He strikes me again, this time in a slightly different place.
I squeal. “Two.”
Heat blooms where he’s hit me. He uses his hand to rub the places on my bottom that I imagine must be striped with red.
To my surprise, I feel myself getting wet. I grind down on the spot where his cock is beneath me, trying to apply pressure in exactly the right place.
“That’s right.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Now you’re getting the idea.”
He lifts the bow and strikes me again.
“Three.”
“Part your legs for me.”
I do, and he strokes down, over my asshole, to my pussy. He dips his fingers inside of me, and I moan in pleasure. Then something else makes contact with me, and I stiffen. It’s solidwood, tipped with metal. He only uses the very tip, but it’s enough to feel like an invasion.
“Dax!” I cry.
“Shh. This will feel good.” He’s fucking me with his bow now, playing my body as though it was his instrument. My breathing is fast and frantic, and I grind my clit against his cock.
Then he slips it back out of my body and whips me again.
“Four!”
I choke back a cry. I don’t know how I feel. A part of me is humiliated, and even angry with him, but the other part is so incredibly turned on, I can’t even think straight.
He smooths over the spot where he’s struck me again. “Do you know why spanking feels so good, even while it hurts?” He doesn’t bother waiting for my reply. “It’s because right now your body believes you’re in pain, and it’s flooding your system with all these feel-good hormones to help to alleviate it. Except, you’re not hurt. In fact, I’m making you feel good.”
