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“What a beautiful ass. Such a shame to punish it.”
“Maybe I don’t want to hurt your feelings.” I really am playing with fire. “Maybe I’m just trying to protect you from getting hurt.”
He freezes.
Swat!
It comes down hard and with the intent to hurt.
“Motherfucker!” I gasp.
“No swearing. Count.”
That’s the only words I hear through his gritted teeth. And it’s accompanied by fire raining on my ass.
“W-wait—fuck!”
“I said watch your fucking mouth andcount.”
“One,” I gasp at the harsher slap. “Chris, stop. This isn’t funny. We don’t do this anymore.”
Swat!
And yet, the word comes out of my mouth. “Two. Can you talk like an adult?”
Swat!
“Ow—three…”
They start coming more rapidly, and I know he’s trying to stop me from talking. A dejected sigh leaves me. Not because of the pain, but because I feel myself relaxing in his hold. The familiar sensations bring a buzzing feeling to my body. My skin is warming sweetly despite the pain.
My eyes close as I count, and a sob gets stuck in my throat. It’s not from the hits. They’re not unbearableyet. But the sensation of being back on his lap, to have him care enough to punish me, is too great for me to control. I feel like I’mhis. It’s terrifying and utterly satisfying at the same time.
The tenth one is more than I can take. The sob in my throat releases, and I feel tears streaming down my face. “Chris…”
“What’s the number?”
I can’t take his cold tone. I need to hear the real him.
“T-ten. Please, stop.”
His digits skim between my legs, sending a shiver up my spine “Don’t…”
I feel him relax when he slides two fingers through the wetness against my sore entrance.
“Do you feel this?” he murmurs. “That’s proof that there’s only one man you belong to.”
I don’t have the strength to contradict him. My lips part when he pushes inside me, uncaring of the ache he’s already left there. My ass cheeks are throbbing from the pain, but when he starts pushing in and pulling back, repeating the slow movement and making me tighten around him, I can’t hold back the moan that mixes with my tears.
“Now, tell me. Who do you use the ball gag with?”
I drag in a painful breath, my stomach constricted against his thighs. The trembling exhale is only more proof of the pleasure he’s mixing with the torture.
I spread my legs, trying to give him more access, and curve my back to incite him to go deeper and faster.
He doesn’t.
He draws his fingers back and pushes back in ever so slowly.
