Page 76 of Masked

She had a feeling she knew exactly what he was about to do, but she didn’t care. In this moment, she would have let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to.

When the spit landed on the back of her tongue, he dropped her hair and walked behind her again. The first strike of the belt landed hard, and she cried out.

“Quiet, or I’ll find something to gag you with.”

She clamped her mouth shut, forcing her to swallow his spit. It might have been the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Jesus, this was fucked up. But he’d told her not to feel shame, and she would do her best to squash it when it reared its ugly head. There was nothing wrong with enjoying rough sex.

She was even getting over the fact that he was Parker’s step dad.

The belt landed again and this time she hissed instead of crying out. It landed again and again and again until tears were streaming down her face. But the pain wasn’t unbearable. In fact, she was reveling in it and craved more. It was almost as if it wasn’t happening to her. She was having an out of body experience.

The belt stopped, and he was crouched by her face again, pulling her hair so her head was raised and she was forced to meet his gaze. “Check-in time, little slut.”

“Green Sir,” she said with a tear filled voice.

“You sure? You’re not just telling me what I want to hear?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir. I promise. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.”

His eyes darkened, and he shook his head. “Open your mouth.”

She did and he spit on her tongue again.

“Such a filthy little whore. Letting me spit in her mouth all because she has a horny little cunt and is hoping I’ll give her my cock if she’s a good girl and takes what I give her. Is that what’s happening here?”

She was fully in her role now, and she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I need your cock so bad.”

“Badly enough to let me whip your cunt?”

Her mouth fell open and he spit in it again. The shock of the action still hadn’t worn off, and she gasped.

“Yes, Sir. Whatever you want.”

His gaze was harsh as he dropped her head and stood. “Roll over onto your back and pull your knees up to your chest with your legs spread wide.”

Her heart went into overdrive as she obeyed. The dirt and grime on the floor wasn’t even on her mind as she watched him double the belt, so it was a little shorter and then crouch down between her thighs.

“Why are you being punished, Reva?” he asked.

Hearing her name instead of slut or siren was jarring. It meant it really was her in this predicament, and the humiliation was even stronger. Somehow she thought that’s why he’d done it. Evil bastard. He was too good at this game.

“Because I’m…” she hesitated, and the belt landed hard across her tender folds.

“Why, Reva. Why I’m punishing this pussy?”

“Because I’m a dirty slut, Sir,” she cried out, unable to believe she’d said the words.

“Good girl.”

The belt landed again and again until she cried out, “Yellow, yellow, yellow.”

He leaned in and spit on her pussy before he dropped the belt and reached for her hand and helped her up.

Her body ached, but she was still so aroused that all she could think about was getting his cock inside her.

He pushed her toward a built-in counter along one wall and bent her over it.

“I should fuck you on the ground in the dirt, but I don’t want to ruin my pants fucking a little cock whore.”

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