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“I don’t know yet. Take your pants and underwear off, then get on all fours on the bed.”
Now he actually winces as he gets to his feet, his green eyes wide in shock. “Damn, princess. You’re really going to whip my bare ass with my own belt?”
“Yes. And if you keep delaying, I’ll keep adding to the count. Now you’re at six.”
“Fine. Take a pound of my flesh if you want while you’re at it. Whatever you need,” he says as he hands the belt to me folded in half. It’s still warm from his body heat. While toeing his shoes off he asks, “Can I take all my clothes off?”
“No.”
“Being naked just below the belt is weird as fuck.”
“Then you’re definitely keeping the rest of your clothes on.” I want him to feel weird as fuck. Awkward. Embarrassed. And whatever else I can make him feel as punishment. “And that’s seven. Don’t worry, I’ll keep count for you,” I assure him, throwing his own words back at him.
“You…you are absolutely ruthless.” He says this with a grin, not looking the least bit intimidated by the idea of me swinging the leather belt against his flesh.
Once his shoes and socks are off, he shucks his pants and boxer briefs without delay. His proud cock bobs free, nice, and thick, but not yet as long and hard as I know it can get. Still, he just stands there showing it off.
“On the bed,” I tell him, so I’ll quit staring at him lengthening. He winks at me like he knows I’m enjoying looking at his big dick.
Watching Lochlan crawl up onto the mattress with the upper half of his body still in business attire and his ass and dick out because I ordered him to is ridiculously hot. So is seeing him waiting on his hands and knees for me.
Getting up, I walk around so I’m behind him at the foot of the bed and get a nice long look at his tight ass.
Without giving him any warning, I use every ounce of strength in my arm and shoulder that are still sore from his restraints to bring the belt down on his flesh as hard as possible.
“Goddamn!” Lochlan shouts.
I don’t give him any time to recover, just one lash after another until I lose count. It feels good to punish him, even if it doesn’t actually fix anything. Realizing it’s probably been at least twelve or so, I finally toss the belt to the floor, my chest still heaving.
Red line after red line appears on his ass cheeks, making me feel proud, but also guilty for hurting him and marking him now that’s it done and over.
Lochlan doesn’t move, his head hanging when he says, “Jesus, Sophie. No wonder you threatened to kill me if I hit you with a belt again.”
He starts to place a foot on the floor, but I push my palm to his left ass cheek that’s not as damaged to stop him. “Not yet.”
Lochlan gets back into position on his hands and knees, so I run my fingertips over each and every line on both cheeks. He barely even flinches, but it’s proof that he’s in some pain that has me bending down to place a kiss on each welt. While I’m down there, I’m once again enthralled by his manliness. His heavy balls and his long shaft hanging between his legs.
He’s not giving me any instructions this time, so I just do what I want to him.
Kneeling on the floor, I fist his cock and pull it back toward me to swipe the tip of my tongue up his length, from the tip to his heavy sac. That has my husband groaning.
“You don’t have to…” he starts. I open my mouth wide enough to apply suction to one of his balls, drawing more grumbled groans from his mouth. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. I keep teasing him with my mouth, licking the veins up and down his swelling cock, suckling a little on the tip until I taste his salty flavor.
Instead of taking him deep, though, I swipe my tongue up and down, up, and down. When he’s nice and wet, I move my tongue higher, licking a path along the crack of his beautiful ass. I do it quickly because Lochlan tenses. Moving my mouth to the right cheek, I kiss and lick the new marks on his skin. Then do the same on the left side before returning my tongue to the crevice between them.
“Damn, Sophie!” he exclaims, making me pause and take my hand off him when he flops to his stomach on the mattress, ass cheeks now clenched tight as he stretches out on my bed.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask him softly since I can no longer reach him from where I’m still kneeling on the floor.
“Fuck, no. Get up here,” is his immediate response. “Just your mouth on my ass. You can do whatever the hell you want with my dick and balls.”
“Okay,” I agree.
Smiling at his adamant agreement, I climb up on the bed, straddling his legs. His cock is so long that even from this awkward angle I can stroke his steely length in my right hand while lowering my tongue to flutter it lightly over the crown of his cock.
The sounds my husband makes…at least now I know they’re good ones as he squirms and barks swear words between gasps and groans.
When the tip of my tongue prods his sac again, he shouts loud enough to rattle the windows in the penthouse. As I suck on it again, I feel his balls draw up tight to his body.
