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“Yes, Sir, I’m ready for more.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, even as my brain told me I wasn’t ready. Was I insane to let him do this to me? No, I loved having my ass beaten, especially by someone who was good at the game. I forgot about work, about science journals, about how sad I’d felt when he decided to leave the Azores without me. All of that was chased away by the hard, rhythmic cracks of his belt against my form-fitting jeans.
“Ow. Ow.Oww.” I tried not to be loud, but he whipped the squeals out of me.
“Hush,” he said. “We’re in a hotel room, and the walls are thin.”
“I can’t…Ow…”
I felt his hand in my hair, twisting it hard. “You can, and you will. Be quiet. Keep your lips closed.”
I really started dying then, trying to keep my hands out of the way and my screams from bursting forth. My legs kicked up and my back arched as I instinctively tried to avoid the painful belt strokes. No matter what I did, they fell over and over.Thwack, thwack, thwack.
“Please,” I begged. “I need a break. You didn’t even give me a safe word.”
“You don’t get a safe word, bad girl. I’ll stop when you’ve had enough.”
“But I’ve had enough now,” I whined.
That was a lie. I was playing the game too, just like him. I wanted him to drive the pain in my ass as high as I could bear, until I was almost out of my mind, and then I wanted him to wreck my body with his cock.
“Such a baby,” he said, with coolly sadistic condescension. “I think it’s time for those jeans to come down.”
He made me stand and peel down my own jeans and panties while he watched, tapping the belt against his leg. It was so, so much harder to do it myself. I stole a look behind me, at my stinging butt. My cheeks had already bypassed pink, and were close to scarlet. It was even harder to bend back over now that my ass was exposed. My legs trembled as my toes sought the floor.
“Not a sound,” he reminded me. “And no flailing around on top of my suitcase. Stay just as you are until I’m finished with you.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said meekly.
Now that my ass was bare, he hit me even harder, resulting in a loud, crispsmackthat turned me on as much as it pained me. Since I couldn’t scream, my agony squeezed out in tears. I choked back sobs, pushing aside my glasses to wipe my eyes as the belt spanking went on and on.
Ow, please, ow…He really was frustrated, because he didn’t let up. None of the strokes were unbearable, but they kept falling, one after the other, all over my ass, and, now that my jeans were pushed down to my ankles, the backs of my thighs.
“Oh, please. Oh, God. Oh,Jesus,” I said through my teeth. A hard smack caught me across both thighs and my toes left the floor, my legs curling up in agony. “I can’t. I can’t. Please. I can’t anymore…”
“Five more,” he said, a classic sadist move. Let your victim know it’s almost over…but not quite. Still, it gave me the strength to live through the last five licks, which were the hardest of all. When he was done, he took my arm and made me stand, and pressed the belt under my chin so I’d look up and meet his eyes. “You’ll get more punishments over the next three days, girl. You’ll get all the punishments I want to give you. Do you understand?”
I rubbed my bottom, blinking at him through tears. “Yes, Sir.”
“And listen—you’re going to be on that next flight out of here, because you fucking trust me to take care of you, don’t you?”
“Please, Sir.” My ass throbbed, but my heart throbbed harder. “I—Okay. I’ll try.”
He tilted his head and pressed his lips against the curve of my neck, now wet with tears. I shivered as he tasted them. His lips roved up to my ear. “You can trust me,” he said, taking off my glasses.
I let go of his arms so he could set my glasses on the bedside table. Half-blind now, I held on to his chest, pressing my fingertips against his shirt. He saidYou can trust melike we ought to do something about it, and then we were doing something about it. We were kissing, grasping each other, touching each other’s face and hair. He pressed his hips against mine, forcing me against his pelvis, and the rigid outline of his cock.
“Thank you,” I said. “For not leaving.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re going to pay for it.”
His fingers moved down my waist and clamped over my bare, soaked pussy. I moaned and shifted on my feet, kicking off the jeans balled around my ankles as he stripped off my top. He tore his clothes off next, tossing them on the floor, exposing his broad chest, muscled legs, and enormous cock. When he pushed me down on the bed beside his suitcase, I welcomed his weight on top of me.
“Jesus. God. Open your fucking legs,” he said. “I need you right now.”
I loved to hear it, but I already knew. His body was hot and encompassing, and his thick cock poked between my pussy’s folds.
“Shit.” He reached to the side, going through his luggage to retrieve a box of condoms. He ripped it open, scattering the gold packages.
“You don’t have to wear one,” I said. “We’ve already gone without, and I can’t get pregnant.”
