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“Spread your legs.”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t like being looked at like this.”

“Pepper,” I said sharply. “I don’t care. If you don’t show me your pussy right now, then I’ll force you to.”

When she didn’t immediately spread her fucking thighs, a laugh bubbled up from me. I was going to have to make her, I realized.

“What’s your safe word?” I asked her.

“Red.”

I grabbed my belt buckle and undid it quickly, pulling the strip of leather free. She gasped as I jumped back onto the bed and grabbed her hips, forcing her to roll over. She kicked back at me and missed, her yelp echoing through her room as she struggled against me.

My cock raged. Her fighting me was only turning me on more. I shoved her face into the blankets and hauled her ass over my lap, pulling her to the edge of the bed so I could balance her over my knee. Despite her squirming, she was no match for my strength.

She fought hard. I grunted as her nails raked down my arm, her cries growing louder as I slapped her ass with my belt.

A shriek pierced my ears, her body freezing.

I spanked her again, the leather snapping against her ass. She bucked, a series of curses tumbling from her lips.

“Is this what you want?” I growled, bringing the belt down again. Pepper screamed, still struggling. Fighting. Making my cock throb in a way that was going to be the death of me. “Being punished like a little brat, spanked and forced into submission. Fuckinganswerme. Now.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, reaching back to try and block the next spanking. I shoved her hand away, bringing the belt down. “Fuck! Fuck you!”

I pushed two fingers against her pussy. A haughty laugh escaped me. I knew she was turned on, but it was beyond satisfying to feel how wet her cunt was. I slid my fingers to her clit, using her wetness to tease her. “You’re fucking soaked. This pretty little cunt is dripping for me.”

I was trying to be a good Dom. I was trying to take this slow. I didn’t want to drop her into the middle of a situation that would scare her or harm her.

But she was making the most delicious sounds.

Another sob loosened in her chest. I paused, but I didn’t stop. I had to trust that she would use her safe word.

She’d made a promise.

I’d made a promise, too.

I spread my hand and spanked each asscheek repeatedly until her skin blossomed bright red, the blood coming to the surface along with heat. Angry streaks were left from the belt, but I wanted more.

She’d gone still, her body draping over me in acceptance.

Submission.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

I savored it for a moment. Just a second. Long enough to recenter myself internally. I brought the belt strap down again, her cries ringing over and over with each spanking, until I felt her trembling and her ass was thoroughly marked. I dropped the belt, running my fingertips over her soaked slit.

“God, you’re a slut,” I whispered.

She sucked in a breath as I pulled my hand away. “No.”

“No?”

Her hips moved, begging for more.

“Use your words,” I growled.

“I want you to touch me… there.”

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