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Because of her defiance, I put more force into the fifth and sixth lashes, certain by her shriek and the jolt of her body following each of them that they hurt like hell and are sure to leave red welts that remain on her ass for days.
Good. She needs the reminder to watch her mouth.
I’m not sure who is panting harder afterwards, me or her. I toss the belt on the hood, not caring if the buckle scuffs the paint to press the front of my body over her backside, eliciting a whimper from her. The fabric of my tux pants brushing her sore bottom is probably hellish right now.
Pressing my lips to her damp cheek before lapping up her salty tears with a swipe of my tongue, I tell her, “You can go to bed now, princess. Sweet dreams.”
I lift my weight off her and unwind her hair from my fist. I take two steps back to put space between us before I take out my cock and shove it where it’s not wanted.
I assumed Sophie would pop right up and run inside. Instead, she doesn’t move. Well, other than her shoulders and back quivering from her soft sobs. And I just stand there and watch, waiting for her to pull her shit together. I didn’t hurt her that badly.
Did I?
Fuck.
I look toward the guards as if they could provide some insight. Barely even a blink among them.
Right. This is my fuck-up to fix with my wife, not theirs.
20
Sophie
He beat me.
Lochlan actually beat me with his belt just for saying Cole’s name. No, not even his belt. One of the guard’s belts that they gladly handed over on the way home. Did the guard know what his boss planned to do with it? How he planned to hurt me with it?
At first I was stunned by the slap of leather. But then, I don’t understand why, but for some reason, those six licks from the belt made me long for Lochlan’s tongue and his fingers, but mostly his dick to follow. Instead, he just stopped and told me to go to bed.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The lines on my ass burn so badly I’m afraid to even move a muscle. I’m still trembling, tears streaming down my face, and yet, I’m mostly distraught that Lochlan got me all worked up and then just stopped, sending me off to bed alone. I wanted him to keep going.
Not with the belt.
Maybe with the belt?
I’m so damn confused. All I know is that when I felt him long and hard against my backside, I wanted him inside of me again. I wanted him to take me like this, bent over the hood of the SUV with my hair wrapped around his fist, and his guards watching, just because he could, which is so incredibly messed up.
“Sophie?” Lochlan says quietly. I shiver when he places a palm on my upper back while the other fists the belt on the hood, causing me to flinch away. Neither of those things halt him. He doesn’t lift the belt again, but his fingers on my back gently stroke my skin though the crisscrossing of the dress. My dress that’s still hiked up around my waist, the fabric bunched and shoved underneath my pelvis. The added pressure there just increases the throbbing ache between my thighs.
“Are you going to stay out here all night?” he grumbles, sounding like he’s growing more frustrated with me. “Just to warn you, princess, if I have to carry you inside, it’s going to be straight to my bed.”
God, yes.
His palm moves lower, skipping over the bunched material to cup my left ass cheek. It took the least damage of the two. My right cheek is on fire while the left is mostly unharmed. Lochlan must know that since he continues groping it.
“Let’s go, Sophie,” my husband demands. He sadly withdraws his hand from my ass…only to swat at it lightly. There’s enough force that my hips buck, pressing my pelvis into the bundle of my dress. An embarrassing whimper-like moan escapes my lips, causing Lochlan’s hand to freeze a moment before he swats my flesh again.
“Ah!” I cry out a little louder. Again, and again, his large, warm palm spanks my bottom while I lie on the hood, melting in a needy puddle, producing the exact same sound over and over again. My fingernails try to dig into the slick paint of the vehicle desperate for something to hold on to. Desperate for my husband’s big hand to move lower. I’m almost ready to beg for more when Lochan’s fingers dip between my thighs. We both groan when he rubs the crotch of my panties.
“Drenched,” he grits out. “You’re so damn wet.”
I’m unable to feel embarrassed or anything else because he’s finally touching me where the pulsing ache is the strongest. When Lochan’s fingers fall away, I sob in frustration ready to finish myself off with my own hand if necessary. Before I can lift it from the hood, my panties are tugged down my legs, and then his fingers are replaced with…his wet, flicking tongue.
“Oh, god!” I scream, pressing my forehead to the hood as he licks me frantically. He shoves a finger inside me, fucking me with it as if there’s some race I’m unaware of for how fast he can make me come. Not that I mind. Fast is good. Fast is… “Oh! Oh! I’m…Lochlan!” My hips jerk and buck as my release slams into me, so intense it’s nearly painful.
As the tremors slow, I feel Lochlan’s lips on my right ass cheek, softly pressing kisses to what I have no doubt are the marks left from the belt.
