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She put the toy on top of her clothes, making a mental note not to let her mother help her unpack. Under Brick’s gaze, which revealed nothing, missed nothing, she returned to stand between his legs. “Take off your skirt and panties,” he said.
She unzipped the skirt and pushed down the panties, letting them drop to her feet before she stepped out of them. She picked them up and put them in the suitcase, too.
“Now the shirt and bra.”
Her skin heated under his intense regard as she revealed her breasts, the tightening nipples. His gaze slid over her, from neck to feet. “Are you warm enough?”
A quick nod. He’d laid the belt next to him and had his hands on his spread knees, aligned outside her hips. He gave her buttock a firm slap that made her suck in a breath.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Turn around, facing away from me, and kneel. Then get on your elbows.”
She did, things becoming more wobbly in her mind. How he’d described what he planned to do was a branding, a perpetual reminder he’d been with her in her bed. Which would make her reluctant to take any other man into it.
She suspected that was his intent.
He nudged the inside of her knees with his toe, an unspoken command to spread them out wider. “Raise your ass. Show me your pussy.”
Her face heated, though only the floor saw it. He cupped her buttocks, one thumb probing her labia, dipping in to prove to them both how wet she was. Her nipples brushed the carpet, making them tingle.
“I’ve got you, Les. Don’t worry.”
He laid the belt across her lower back, then threaded the two ends under her, bringing them out between her spread legs. The straps tightened on either side of her sex and bit into her thighs as he put pressure on that makeshift harness, lifting her lower body and bringing her knees to his thighs. She had to reposition her elbows against his shoes, her nails digging into the carpet. She whimpered as the moist heat of his breath touched her cunt. He took a teasing lick. “Oh God…”
“Best meal in the world. If you come without my permission, I’ll take this belt to you. Does that scare you or turn you on?” His lips curved against her inner thigh. “Since your wet pussy just contracted right in front of my eyes, I have my answer. You enjoy some pain, Les.”
He put his mouth fully on her. She squealed, the sensation too much, the way he flicked her clitoris and gave it a nip, pushing his tongue against that bundle of nerves. He used his dual-handed hold on the belt ends to move her against his face, draw her in tighter as he fucked her with his tongue. He sucked on her clit, then bit her, holding a clamp on her engorged flesh that had her strangling on a full shriek.
She’d been so emotional at the hospital and in his truck, but she’d contained the feelings. She’d been working on returning them to an even flow, nothing backed up and creating dangerous pressure on her mind or heart.
Belying her efforts, all those emotions surged up. An undeniable force, impossible for her to contain. A sob caught in her chest, her body jerking as he dined on her sex, refused to let her run from that impending flood.
“Brick…Sir… I can’t bear it…can’t bear it…”
“Safeword or suck it up,” he muttered against her flesh. “You’re sweet as honey.”
“I can’t…”
“You can. Let it have you, Les. It’s just you and me here.”
“I mean…please…it hurts.”
“It won’t run clear without the pain.” He paused as she shook harder, as an incoherent plea came from her throat. “Ask for it. Or safeword.”
She pressed her head to her forearms, her hands clutching his shoes. “I need the other kind of pain. This hurts too much. Please. I need it. I need you. Whatever you want. That’s what I need.”
The belt released and slid away like a brooding snake. He adjusted her so she rested on her elbows and knees again as he rose, bracketing her with his long legs. Her stomach lurched as he slid an arm under her, lifted and turned her so she was face down on the bed, the crook of her hips at the edge of the mattress, feet on the floor to brace herself.
He bit her buttock, likely leaving teeth marks. She could see the belt dangling from his hand. He hadn’t put it down, signaling his intent.
“List…” she managed. “What part of the list is this?”
He laid his hand on the upper rise of her buttock, thumb pressing against it, close enough to the crease she felt the nerves in her rectum respond to the pressure. “I still owe you a punishment for driving from here to Richmond in the bad weather. Ten strikes.”
“Twenty. At least twenty.”
She gasped. In a blink, he’d put his weight full against her back, pinning her on the mattress, his hot breath at her throat. “You never tell me what to do, doc. Now you’ve earned a worse punishment.”
