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The warmness of his hand sinks into my skin, sending even more pinpricks of lust to both my clit and nipples. I wiggle my ass around to encourage him to continue touching me. The belt dangles from his other hand, tapping against my leg in a silent taunt of what’s to come.
His fingers flex, digging into my ass, denying me the touch I really want. “I asked you a question, you desperate, needy bitch.”
Fuck, this feels like a test, and the wrong answer could result in my orgasm being withheld. “I’ve been wet all goddamn day, Vander. I’m an incorrigible slut who needs all my men to keep my needy cunt happy. I’m addicted to all of your cocks. But even if I’ve been wet all day, I haven’t been this wet until you pulled me into your arms.”
With a grunt his touch disappears, but not for long. His rigid hand lands on my ass with a resounding crack in the small room. He rubs at the spot before repeating on a new area. Over and over he places precise handprints on my ass until it glows with a soft warmth.
Cole had me on the edge of coming simply from his words. The time it took Vander to whisk me away had me backing off from it, but each impact of his hand warming my ass has me right there again. I only need a little more and I’ll tip over.
“That’s my good slut. I love how responsive you are to my every little touch. Your sounds will haunt my every thought from now to eternity,” Vander rumbles out. His hand caresses over my ass and down my thighs, trailing on the inside as he returns to my cheeks, coming oh so close to my cunt, but not quite giving me the touch I desire.
His hand lifts from my overheated skin, and a second later the snap of his belt rings through the air making my pussy clench in need. “Stop teasing, Vander. Just get this punishment over with so you can fuck me. I need to come,” I demand.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” he mumbles before running the leather up the outside of my thigh and onto my ass. “Arch your back a little more, beautiful. I want to watch your pussy clench with each strike I give you.”
I do what he says, raising my ass a little higher and spreading my legs a tad more, making sure I’m on full display for him. My clit pulses with the heat of his stare. The power of his gaze is intense enough to feel like a swipe of his finger. A whimper escapes me, the haze of lust clouding my thoughts, Vander’s touch my only focus.
A slight whistle sounds right before the resounding smack of leather on skin, and a moment later, the sting from his belt shoots through me. As the pain warms to a radiating heat, another whistle announces his next slash to my other cheek. The belt thumps on the bed next to me and his breath hits the hot lines running across my ass.
The softest of kisses are pressed along the lines. It adds even more heat, but the show of affection bundles up some of the heat and sends it right to the dark abyss where my heart should reside. “Have you learned your lesson yet, Reginetta?“ he questions.
A firm lick traces one of the heated lines sending a shiver through my body from head to toe. “I don’t know. I was kinda thinking about faking my death again tomorrow to see what kind of response I get.”
A menacing rumble works its way through his chest until it’s vibrating the air right over my cunt. “Brat,” he grumbles, picking up the belt. “I’ll give you what you want, but you better come. I want to watch your weeping cunt as it pulsates with the pleasure I gave you from my belt. You got it?”
“Yes, sir.” It comes out as a high squeak since his palm comes down on one of the burning stripes.
This time he releases a pleased sound, but time extends while I wait for the promised lashings. I wiggle my ass to tempt him, but he places a hand on the center of my arched back, keeping me still while he tsks at me. When I stop moving he straightens, resuming his stance behind me.
The fingertips on the hand not holding the belt trail over me, teasing with gentle touches. Over my calves, up my thighs, along my ass, and swirling patterns on my back. It relaxes me until I’m putty on the bed, a melted mass of pleasure. It lulls me into a lust filled zone where I’m hyper aware of every touch. My body aches to have him touch every millimeter. To experience what it’s like to have him worship me.
His pants rub against my pussy, the hard cock caged away applies a slight pressure awarding me with a hint of pleasure. Not enough to get me off, but the right amount to remind me of what could be. It also scrapes against the sensitive skin of the belt marks. Those will smart for some time.
I’m in such a relaxed state, I’ve forgotten to anticipate the promised lashes to come, that is until the next one leaves a flaming trail in its wake. It’s such a surprise, I jump and let out an embarrassing screech. The second one is less of a surprise, but it slightly overlaps one of the previous lashes sending an even more intense spike of pain traveling directly to my clit.
It’s so unexpected, it has me crashing into an orgasm. My pussy clenching over and over on nothing, my walls seeking a cock to bear down on. “That’s it, my cock hungry slut. Show me how much you want me to shove into you.”
His words have me moaning out, extending my orgasm as a few more ripples travel through me. A finger swipes through my pussy gathering my slickness and wipes it over one of the blazing marks. Vander blows on it and the rush of air bursting over the wetness creates an instant cooling sensation. A shudder runs through me and he does it again with a different welt.
The depravity of him using my cum in such a way has me whimpering. Goddamn does this man know how to work me over. He blows until my skin dries, and then he licks me clean. “So fucking delicious, Remi,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue on yet another spot.
I’m still breathing heavily from the orgasm. It crashed through my body, having possessed my muscles making them clench throughout the whole duration. It stole my ability to breathe, and left me drained of energy.
When Vander’s done tending to the welts emitting their own heat source, he rolls me over and assumes a straddling position hovering over my body. “So good at listening to orders for such a greedy whore. Now I need you to remember this one. You are never allowed to make me think you’ve died again. You want to enact a similar plan in the future, you have to make sure we know. I never want to face the thought of surviving your death one more time.”
He stares into my gaze, with a seriousness unlike anything I’ve seen in him before. It searches my face waiting for my answer, a yearning desperation hiding under the surface. “I didn’t mean it,” I whisper, my chest aching. “You were supposed to know, Vander. I swear I’ll make sure you do next time.”
“Not only me, Remington, all of us. We all care deeply for you. I don’t want any of them to experience this, not if you’re keeping them around. I have a feeling that the longer us guys are stuck with each other, the closer we’ll grow as well. Even if it’s under duress.” He leans even closer, until only an inch of space remains before our noses will touch.
“I’ll do my very best to make sure I share all plans with you ahead of time, and no matter what, if there’s even a hint of the possibility you might think I’ve died, I won’t do it without you knowing,” I promise him.
The barest hint of a smile pulls at the corners of his lips, and his hand glides along my cheek until he’s cupping my face in a tender hold. It’s so against the rough version of him that I’ve been faced with for five years, but the vulnerability of his soft side appeals to me. It’s a special moment, just for me, something I know with certainty he’ll never show when anyone else can witness it.
He closes the space between us, giving me a sweet kiss before sucking on my bottom lip as he pulls away. “Thank you,” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against mine. His nose brushes the tip of mine in an eskimo kiss, and I can’t help but flutter my eyes closed accepting his show of affection. Jasper forcing his lovemaking on me rewired something in my brain otherwise I’d never have put up with this in the past.
“Help me take off my clothes, Remi. I want us to both explore each other thoroughly before I sink inside you.” His large body lifts from his hovering position, and I watch his biceps pull at the fabric wrapped around his arm while I bite my bottom lip. I really lucked out in the ripped men department. Even Grayson has definition, although it’s not as much as the others.
I sit up to help pull Vander’s shirt from his pants where it’s tucked in, and suck in a sharp breath when my weight settles on my ass. The welts burn with the sudden reminder of their existence. Cole really needs to replace his bedding with a higher thread count for his jet.
