Page 96 of Whiskey Smoke


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“I just don’t understand why I can’t go volunteer.”

He raised his eyebrows at me. “Because it’s not safe. You have to stay with me.”

I put my hands on my hips. Or my hand and my casted hand on my hips. “I can’t always stay with you!”

Levi slid his belt out of the loops, but I didn’t drop my eyes to look. I was not going to get distracted.

“You know, baby, I’m beginning to think you are trying to get spanked.”

My eyes flew open wide, and this time, I did look down at the belt in his hand. I’d heard the stories from the others, and Gina had been pretty explicit. Levi had never touched me with his belt before, and I was curious.

“Where is my good girl?” he asked, cupping the side of my face with his free hand.

I lifted my eyes to meet his. “She’s not feeling verygoodtonight.”

His hazel eyes darkened as he studied me. The desire there was unmistakable. Levi wanted to spank me. Did he miss it? The spanking? Was I brave enough for that?

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, running the belt through his hand as he watched me.

“I don’t know,” I replied nervously.

I wanted to please him, but I’d never even been spanked as a child. It was the unknown of it that seemed overwhelming.

“Are you arguing with me, sweetheart?”

I shook my head.

“Then, get naked.”

It wasn’t like I hadn’t stripped for him before. But I’d never done it while he held a leather belt in his hands, staring at me like that. I took my time getting everything off, then stood in front of him, looking at the belt.

He took two pillows and placed them closer to the end of the bed. “Get up there. Prop up so your arm is comfortable, but put that ass in the air.”

The excitement in his words surprised me. This really got to him. If he needed this, then I could do it. The last thing I wanted was for him to start looking elsewhere.

I climbed onto the bed and used the pillows under my stomach so my cast wasn’t getting any of my weight.

“Fuuuck,” he said in a hoarse whisper. His hand ran over my bottom gently. “Sweet round ass. I want to make it red. Put my marks on it.”

His marks? Oh God. He was going to hit me that hard? I closed my eyes tightly.

The touch of his lips on my back startled me. I looked back at him. He was grinning at me and held my gaze as he continued kissing down my back until he reached the butt he wanted to make red. He ran the leather over my back, then down my bottom.

“You’re always such a good girl,” he said. “Never giving me a reason to spank you.”

His expression had gone dark, and he had a hungry look. Like a predator. Seeing him like that as he gazed at my butt on display caused a tingle between my legs. The dangerous Levi was never in the bedroom with us. His gaze was always adoring and worshipful. But this … this was its own twisted thrill.

His eyes flared just before his wrist flicked the belt, and it slapped against my skin. I gasped, jerking from the sting of it, but I was unable to stop watching him. He almost looked euphoric. His other hand went to his jeans, and he unbuckled them, shoving them down until his cock was free. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped it before his belt swung and hit me again.

“AH!” I cried out louder this time.

He’d hit me harder. His eyes swung to meet mine as I watched him over my shoulder.

“You get red so easy,” he panted. “I’m going to lick and kiss that sweet ass when I’m done.”

That was as messed up as this was, but I had to squeeze my legs together and squirm because it aroused me.

“You like that,” he growled as he gave me another strike from the belt, followed by another and another. “Bad girls get spanked. My good girl wants it. I can see your pussy getting wet.”

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