Page 63 of Devious Truth

“Keep your hands on the table, ass up high.” The instructions are barely out before the first lash of the belt lands, sending a searing pain through my body.

Soundlessly, the leather swishes through the air before lashing across my ass. Balling my hands into fists, I shove one against my mouth to stifle my cries.

Again and again, he lashes my ass with his belt. Heavy, stiff leather crashes against my already tender skin.

A sob breaks through, and I shove my hand harder against my mouth. Pain spreads down my thighs, across my ass, and spreads further up my spine until it rests deep in my chest.

My foot lifts from the floor after a harsher lash.

“Feet on the floor.” He pauses, giving me a second to obey. “That’s a good girl.”

Hope blooms within me at his words. Maybe he’ll stop now.

But it’s all taken away as the next swat lands across the bottom of my cheeks.

“Ivan! I’m sorry.” I wipe the tears that have fallen onto my cheeks. “I was a bad girl. I’m sorry.”

My breath comes in shallow bursts. It’s several moments before I realize the spanking ended.

“You took your punishment so well for me.” He runs his fingertips over my ass, blazing a new heated trail in their wake. “My obedient girl.”

His fingers dip between my thighs, until he finds my arousal. There’s no hiding it from him.

“Such a wet girl.” He sinks two fingers into my pussy.

A moan filled with urgent need escapes me. I arch my back, giving him more access. Wanting more than just his fingers.

Merely a beat later, he leaves me empty and brings his fingers to his mouth. From over my shoulder, I watch him lick my arousal that coats his fingers with slow strokes of his tongue. He’s enjoying himself. And teasing me is beyond fair.

“Arch your ass up more.” He moves to stand behind me and for a moment I think he’s going to fuck me.

Not willing to risk going back to bad girl status, I shift my footing so I’m able to push my ass higher up for him.

“Good.”

Inwardly, I growl. I want the full phrase, but he just dangles it in front of me. Making me earn every syllable of his praise.

Squatting behind me, his face is in line with my pussy.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he orders.

I hesitate, but only a moment before I comply.

“Good.” He rests his hands on top of mine.

The warmth of his touch spreads throughout soul. My ass still burns from his belt, and holding it this way only makes it worse, but then his tongue touches my clit, and I’m soaring again.

“Oh!” I lock up from the sudden sense of pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He swirls his tongue over my clit, then drags it through my folds, dipping into my pussy before doing it all over again.

He sucks my clit between his teeth, scraping them across the sensitive nerves and sending lighting strikes through my body. The vibration of his groan makes its way through me as he sucks my clit.

“Ivan…oh, god…Ivan.” I have to dig my fingernails into my cheeks to keep from letting go.

Desperate to keep him exactly where he is, I can’t chance disobeying him. Not now.

“Please. Don’t stop. Don’t…oh God, don’t stop.” I arch my back more, pushing my pussy against his mouth.

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