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She shuddered and stared up at him, letting her submissive side take over. “Yes, Sir. I want your belt on my ass until I can’t take it anymore. And then I want your fist inside me. It’s been so long since we’ve done that.”
“The belt I’ll give you.”
“Why not the other?” she asked with a pout. “And please don’t tell me you’re worried about harming me. I promise it will not affect my chances of getting pregnant. Please, Russell. It’s the thing that truly made me yours in the beginning, and I need that feeling right now.”
His shoulders relaxed, and she knew she’d won him over. At least she hoped she had.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve fisted you. You’re right. We need to work up to it again, so I don’t injure you. I’ll make you a deal. Right now, you’re going to roll over and get your ass in the air for my belt. After I’m done with that, we’ll start warming your pussy up to take my fist again. And every night we’ll practice a little more. By the time we get to Switzerland, you’ll be ready again.”
Gemma shrugged. “I would be OK if you wanted to take it all the way tonight.”
Russell chuckled and sat down next to her. “Oh, Treasure. You must really be needy if you’re willing to agree to that. No. I may be a sadist, but I’m not going to injure you while I give you what you crave. Forgive me for being negligent with your needs recently. You have my word, I’ll do better. Starting right now. I believe you begged for my belt, so get ready to feel it, and don’t expect me to hold back or show mercy.”
Her pussy was flooded with moisture, and she fought the urge to dip a finger into her folds and find her clit. Touching herself without permission was strictly forbidden. Especially when he was about to dole out the pain that would bring her to her most heightened state of arousal and make the orgasm he would eventually give her ten times stronger.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured when she rolled onto her stomach and repositioned herself so her ass was in the air. He dragged a hand down her ass and between her thighs, stopping just short of touching her where she needed it most.
“Get ready, Gemma. We’re going to test your endurance today. My belt doesn’t stop until you safeword or I’ve decided you’ve had enough.”
Some subs viewed using a safeword as a thing to avoid. But Gemma and Russell often pushed her limits to see just how far they could go. If she didn’t trust him implicitly, it would be a dangerous way to play, but sometimes pushing her to her breaking point was the only thing that could get her out of a funk. And she had been in a serious funk lately.
The trust between them was such that she knew even if she didn’t safeword, Russell would keep a close eye on her body and would stop if he deemed it unsafe to continue. He was mean as fuck when he was giving her the pain she craved, and there wasn’t a tender bone in his body. He was all sadist in those moments, at least until their scene was over.
When the last strike of the belt landed, or they finally lost themselves in orgasmic bliss, he turned into a giant teddy bear who spoiled her rotten and made sure she was well taken care of.
The jingle of his belt buckle had her clenching her ass as she imagined it landing against her unmarked skin.
“Relax, Gem. I’m not going to start until you do.”
She blew out a slow breath and willed her muscles to loosen. His hand skimmed from the center of her shoulder blades down to the curve of her ass before he stepped back. A soft whoosh signaled that he’d pulled his belt free, and she let her mind drift back to the day she’d bought him that belt.
Not long after he’d placed his collar on her neck, she decided he needed a new belt. It was thick leather that packed a punch and left her ass a deep shade of red when he was done.
At first, he’d placed it in his toy bag, but she pulled it back out one morning when they were dressing and told him if she was going to wear his collar all the time, she wanted him to wear that belt.
It turned her on to glance down at his waist and see the reminders of what he could do to her body.
It had become his daily belt from that point on.
The leather sliced through the air and landed with a loud crack against her skin.
She hissed and sucked in a deep breath. He wasn’t kidding about not holding back.
Her only thought was,it’s about damn time.
He struck her again, a little lower this time, and soon fell into a leisurely rhythm, painting her ass red from the top to the tender spot where her ass met her thighs.
Eventually, he would work his way halfway down her thighs, too. He might even force her to take a few swats to her pussy.
The thought of that made her whimper as her cheeks went from warm to smoldering.
“Red, Yellow, Green,” he murmured when he took a break to switch sides and swing with the other arm. He checked in often and expected complete honesty. There was no shame when she couldn’t handle as much as she could other days.
“Green, Sir,” Gemma answered readily.
“Good girl.”
The belt landed again and this time his pace was faster, and he spoke as he struck her.
