Page 42 of Resurrect Me

I turn and slowly place my palms on the back of the chair. Then bend over, but just barely. It’s freezing in this warehouse, but Aris comes up behind me, and I’m immediately overwhelmed with the heat of his body. Still…I’m not going to make this easy on him. Not after all he’s put me through.

A heavy, calloused hand grabs my shoulder and gently pushes me forward. “Bend over. More.”

I bend a little and yawn. Acting as if I’m bored.

“More,” he grunts and smacks my ass with his open hand sending me reeling forward. I catch myself with my hands and knees.

“In fact, spread your legs. One on either side of the chair. And prepare yourself. This might hurt a bit.”

“Jesus, do I at least get a safe word?” I ask as I obey him and spread my legs.

“What’ll it be?” He asks.

“Tahiti,” I say and as the word drips from my mouth, am whisked away to one of our wild getaways. The vacation we opened up to one another and learned about each other’s kinks. Explored our secret desires together.

“Good, now brace yourself,” he says, breathing heavy in my ear.

I hear movement, and then a whoosh as the belt sings through the air and collides with my ass. It stings, but I know the first few hits are always the most painful. I grasp the back of the chair and close my eyes.

I squeal as he smacks the belt against my ass again and again. After about the seventh or eighth hit, I go into the zone and don’t feel much pain. Just an aching between my legs that can only be cured with his hard, smooth cock.

“You’ve been a little fucking brat, Tacy,” that voice fills me with warmth. “Haven’t you, Babydoll?”

I nod and bite down on my bottom lip as the belt collides, this time a little more gently, over my back and shoulders.The sensation of leather meeting skin is tantalizing. Enthralling. And I want more. More of this feeling of being alive. With my husband behind me.

“I’m your brat, Daddy,” I whine. “I deserve to be punished…with your cock.”

“Hmphh, not yet,” he grunts. I watch as Aris gets on his knees and looks up. He now has full view of my bare pussy. I’m blushing. My back is on fire. The yearning within me is threatening to spill over.

“Please, Daddy?” I coo again and stick my ass out further. Begging to be taken. “I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Aris buries his face in my pussy, his tongue slurping at my clitoris, sending ripples of pleasure all through me. His nose grazes my ass, tickling me but arousing an otherworldly moan from my lips that sounds as if someone else has taken over my body.

I let go of the chair and Aris notices instantly. “Put your hands back on the chair. I want you in this same position until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?”

I nod and grasp the chair with both hands. “Yes, Daddy.”

Aris continues eating my pussy until I’m dripping my own juices and his saliva onto the plastic sheets below us. He leans to the side and grabs the plastic bottle of oil.

“Does your back hurt?” He asks as he pops open the lid.

I look back at him, and he is a fucking sight. Tan, muscular body, salt and pepper hair, bright green eyes, and a hard, thick length. What more could a woman want?

“Yes, Daddy, it hurts so bad,” I say in a high-pitched voice. “Do I get a massage?”

A squirting sound commands my attention as Aris lathers his hands in oil. Then cold liquid hits the skin on my back and my ass. It feels amazing and in stark contrast to the white heat of pleasure that’s now overwhelming my body. I giggle in spite of myself. This was exactly what I wanted. I mean, at first, I thought I wanted to join Aris’s gang. But now I realize the entire time, I just wanted his attention. I want him to touch me. Kiss me. Fuck me.

Large hands rub the oil into my skin, starting at the base of my neck, working in circles down my back and over my ass. I shiver with delight. My pussy aches, and if it had a voice, it would be begging for Aris right now.

He squirts more oil into his hands and down the backs of my legs. Then rubs it all in and returns to the space between my legs. I’m still not allowed to move my hands or change positions. My legs are shaking, not only from anticipation but from holding myself in this position for so long.

Finally, Aris stands and tells me to stand too. I’m relieved. I wonder if any of Aris’s men are going to come in?

He comes up behind me again, pressing his body into mine. We’re both oily and slide against one another. My back is pressed to his chest, and his cock slides between my legs. He leans over and kisses my neck, then bites my ear lobe. “I’m going to fuck you like this is our last time,” he says.

“Don’t you fucking say that, Sol.” I growl at him but open my mouth to accept his tongue. He kisses me violently, passionately, and reaches around to rub my clit with one hand as he cups my breast in the other.

There’s a shuffle and before I realize what’s happening, his leather belt is around my neck. As he fastens the belt, he hums our wedding song.

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