Page 49 of Sinister Promise

I straightened, gripping the belt once more. Her bare thighs clenched in her fight against that instinct to run from me.

"Do you want to live, Alina?" I asked, stroking the belt over her delicate flesh.

She mumbled something.

"I can't hear you. Do you want to live?" I dragged the belt against the backs of her thighs, her muscles twitching in response.

"Yes, I want to live."

"Good girl, then take your punishment."

My hand snapped forward, and the belt cracked across her ass, leaving a beautiful pink stripe.

She cried out, arching forward, her nails digging into the wood.

I tilted my head, admiring the instant blush bloomingacross the pale skin of her ass, and when I looked into the mirror at her, the same blush graced the tops of her cheekbones.

I left stripe after stripe across her ass cheeks and her thighs, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to leave more marks on her lower back, but that fucking G-string and garter were in the way. With one hand, I reached out and grabbed the flimsy fabric and ripped it from her body.

She had been hiding secrets.

That flimsy little G-string pulled away from her and it was soaked.

Alina would never admit it. She didn't need to; her body revealed all of her shameful little secrets. She liked this, or at least a part of her did.

I held the damp panties up to my nose, breathing in the sweet musky scent that was all her arousal, then tucked the fabric into my pocket for later.

My attention back on her, I left another series of lashes across her body.

God, I wanted to take out my cock and fuck her right there. Hard and fast until she screamed my name so loudly the entire building knew she was mine.

But I didn't.

The first time she came on my cock, I wanted her looking me in the eye and begging for it.

Part of me wanted to shield her from prying eyes, yet here I was, marking her in this semi-public space. The contradiction gnawed at me, but my need to dominate her overrode everything else.

A drop of arousal slid down her pussy lips, glistening in the low light, and my cock demanded I take her. Shewas ready. She needed to be fucked hard. Alina needed my cock deep inside her, and she needed it strong and brutal.

Instead, I grabbed the gun. The long, thin barrel would work perfectly. I stood behind her and waited for those beautiful, gold-flecked eyes to open and watch me again.

When she looked at me, she moved to stand, and I put my left hand on her back to keep her in position. I lifted the gun with my right and showed her the barrel.

Her eyes went wide as I lowered it and placed the muzzle against her soaked opening.

She shook, and her thighs trembled as she started to cry again.

"Push back onto the gun," I demanded.

She shook her head no.

"It wasn't a question. Do it now."

She pushed back a little, then leaned forward. The barrel barely breached her lips. I doubted it went inside of her.

"Take it all. You can do it, or I can fuck you with it. I would hate for my fingers to get slippery."

Her shoulders trembled and she pressed her lips tight to stop another sob from breaking free.

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