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His hand pressed down on the center of my back, and I knew that the time had come for my belting to truly begin.
“I’m going to be watching this pretty little pussy, sweet mate. It’s very wet right now, but I bet it will be soaked by the time your ass is thoroughly marked from my belt.”
I shivered with desire, unable to quell the overwhelming swell of need brewing within my core. I rocked my pelvis upward, and the belt came down hard enough to force the air right out of my lungs in a single loud whoosh.
A line of fire flared red hot across both cheeks, far more intense than I could have ever imagined. This sunk even deeper than his hand ever had.
The pain delved into my core, surging up and down my spine before it crested. Roken waited for my body to settle before he struck again with the same brutal intensity.
I cried out, riding the wave of pain as it peaked and spread through the rest of me. The second lash fell just beneath the first on the fullest part of my bottom and he waited until I was lying flat once again before he struck me with a third right below the first two.
“How many?” I breathed, moaning as needy warmth flooded my core. My pussy brushed against the quilt beneath me, teasing my clit lightly enough to make me shiver.
“However many it takes,” he murmured.
I tugged on my bonds and his hand pressed a bit more firmly down on my back, holding me in place as he used the belt three times in quick succession.
He thrashed every inch of my backside, starting at the tops of my cheeks and continuing down until he reached the lower curve where my ass and my thighs met. Just when I thought the sting couldn’t get any worse, he used the belt across my upper thighs. My toes drummed on the top of the bed as I struggled to take it. I yanked my wrists, but his sash held me captive as the belt painted my ass with welts.
Each line of fire burned right after the belt struck, but then it simmered even hotter for several seconds before it peaked with a fierce, scalding sting.
He paused and I took the chance to catch my breath, my hips rocking as I moaned. Delicious pain and agonizing pleasure swirled within me as he lessened his hold on me and dove his hand back between my thighs. His rough fingertips found my clit, teasing me gently as I grappled with the scalding burn aching across my backside.
My sore bottom only seemed to amplify my pleasure. Without conscious thought, I spread my legs and opened for him, feeling my need build to heights I didn’t think possible. Just when I thought I was about to fall into the burning world of climax, he drew his hand away and whipped my bottom again with his belt.
This time, the pain gave way to pleasure that much sooner, and I moaned. He whipped the backs of my thighs fiercely and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to take it gracefully while knowing I would soon sail off the edge if it went much longer.
He whipped my bottom faster and harder, making me whimper out loud. I blinked, trying to stay strong as my eyes watered.
Did he mean to make me cry?
Just when I thought I was going to lose control, his hand pressed back in between my thighs, teasing my pleasure right to the edge before he pulled away again.
He used the belt again a few more times, hard enough to make me gasp, before his hand returned. I rode the waves of pleasure and pain over and over again until the touch between my thighs became more painful than pleasurable. Just the lightest brush of his fingertips against my clit became agony and I started to beg.
“Please, my king. Please let me ride your belt,” I pleaded.
His hand brushed over my scalded cheeks, following a single welt across my left side all the way to the right. The rough pads of his fingers ignited fiery tendrils of pleasure that raced right down to the depths of my core.
“You should know that you’re soaking wet now, sweet mate. You’ve come alive under the mark of my belt,” he purred.
He was right. I did feel alive.
“Lift your hips for me. Show me that needy little pussy,” he commanded, and my body rose with obedience. I spread my legs and arched my back as he slid the folded belt beneath me. I gasped, surprised to find it still warm from being used on my welted bottom.
I cried out as the firm surface slid across the soaking wetness of my arousal, until at long last, it moved into place beneath my clit. Just the pressure of the leather strap against my throbbing bud was enough to make me moan, my need spiraling higher by the second.
“Ride your king’s belt, my queen,” he demanded.
In an instant, the weight of his command settled on me. My face flushed with embarrassment as I thought about what he might see and I bit the inside of my cheek, but even in my overwhelming shame, I felt my hips begin to rock.
Every inch of my body was over sensitized with desire. Every cell was crackling with energy begging to be released as I began to ride Roken’s belt.
I could feel his eyes on me as I ground my needy clit against the leather. It didn’t take long for my body to approach the edge of bliss, and just before I went over the brink, his fingers grazed against my spine. There was no pretending he wasn’t there while I made myself come.
“Come for me, my queen. I want to watch your hips writhe and your welted bottom clench as you scream for me,” he growled darkly.
My whole world fell apart at the sound of his words.
