Page 103 of Hushed

“Gage, I promise. Trust me, please?”

Trust her was all he could do, so he gave her a curt nod, bent and kissed her cheek, then stepped behind her.

When he’d steadied himself, he picked up the belt again and raised his arm. This time he brought it down a lot harder, and she cried out, jerking against her restraints.

But she didn’t stop him, so he let the belt fly again.

Soon he fell into a steady rhythm, painting her ass from top to bottom, and landing a few strikes on her thighs from time to time. She squirmed, cried out, and gripped the desk in front of her like her life depended on it, but she didn’t safeword.

After a few dozen of his hardest, he stopped and skimmed his hand over her bright red ass. “So pretty,” he murmured. “I’m going to take a few pictures, and you can decide if you want me to keep going.”

“I do,” she whimpered. “I can’t explain it, but I needed this. It’s so damn good even when it hurts like hell. I can’t wait for you to fuck me after.”

He chuckled. “You don’t need to explain any more than that, sweetheart. I’m more than happy to give you what you need.”

He snapped another photo and showed it to her. She gasped. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow. Are you sure you want more?”

“How close are we to your number?”

He winked. “Now, where would the fun be if I told you?”

She stuck her lip out in a pout that he couldn’t resist. “We’re more than halfway there but not quite three quarters.”

“More please. I want it to be like I’m on fire.”

Heat already radiated from her once alabaster skin, so he didn’t see how she wasn’t already on fire. But he’d checked in, and she was still begging for more.

“My dirty little belt slut loves having my leather on her skin,” he murmured as he dragged it between her thighs. “Should I spank you here, too?”

She shuddered as the belt rested against her slick pussy.

“Was that a yes?”

“Yes, Sir. Maybe a few.”

“We’ll see. I think you might like it too much, and this is supposed to be a punishment.”

She whimpered, and he shook his head. It was surprising the masochist she was turning out to be.

He put one hand on the small of her back and raised the belt, bringing it down on the crease between her thighs and ass. She let out a string of curse words that had him clucking his tongue. “That’s not a safeword, babe.”

The next strike fell across her thighs, and she tried to stomp her foot, but the restraints made it hard.

He shortened the swinging portion of the belt and dragged it between her legs again before smacking her directly on the pussy with it. There was no way he was hitting her full force, but he still made sure it would sting. A dozen on her pussy, and his belt had a wet spot on it when he pulled it away. The sight of it made him growl. This couldn’t last much longer before he had to be inside of her.

He shoved the belt in front of her face. “Clean off the mess you made on my belt so I can finish blistering this bottom and fuck you.”

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” she breathed. And then she licked herself off the belt, and he let out a loud groan at the sight.

“You’re killing me, Kenz.”

She giggled. “Ditto. Finish it. I want your cock.”

He smacked her ass with his palm. “You don’t give the orders in this relationship, little imp. If you’re not careful, I’ll come down your throat and leave you a needy mess to meet my friends.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered. “Please don’t.”

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