Page 35 of His to Keep
“Good.” Without another word I double the belt over in my palm and bring the leather down to her ass. I don’t go very hard—this is the first time we’ve used anything more intense than my hand—but the combination of the leather against her skin and my girl’s short gasp has all the blood rushing to my cock.
All I want to do is bring the belt down again and again, but I manage to restrain myself. I don’t know her limits yet, and while her gasp sounded pretty damn pleased, I need to be sure.
“Still okay?”
“Yes,” she says immediately.
“Sounds like you need it harder.”
“Oh, please, sir,” she breathes.
Feeling more confident in my ability to read her body, I strike her again. Then again. When she’s breathing good and hard, I bring my hand to her inner thigh. Her ankles are bound so tightly that it’s a struggle to force my fingers between her legs, but when I do, I feel that she’s soaked for me. Fuck yes.
“You ready for the next level?”
“God, yes,” she moans. “Sir.”
“You asked for it.” This time I don’t hold back, peppering her ass with hard strikes, loving the way she moans and whimpers every time my leather makes contact with her steadily reddening skin. She takes everything I give her and it’s so damn beautiful.
“You like this?” I ask, breathing heavily.
“Yes. So much, sir.”
“You want more?”
“Please.”
I toss the belt aside and stride over to my dresser. I’m so turned on my hands are shaking. I want nothing more than to sink my cock deep inside her. But if my girl said more, I’m going to give it to her. The fact that she’s being so trusting with me, so open, telling me just what she needs— it wrecks me. I want to give her everything, bring her to the highest high and push her right over the edge.
“What do you have?” she asks as I approach the bed, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
I gently rub the wooden paddle over her ass, letting her feel the holes that pepper the surface. She gasps as she realizes what it is, then moans. Still, I reach down to turn her face on the pillow, needing to see her eyes before I go farther. They’re huge in her face, pupils dilated. Fuck, she’s loving this. And she’s so damn gorgeous.
“Yes?” I whisper.
She gives me the tiniest little grin and my heart spasms in my chest. I’m completely gone for this girl. She’s so perfect, it’s like she was made for me.
When I bring the paddle down on her ass, she lets out the most beautiful yelp. I need to hear it again, so I don’t give her any time before administering another blow. This time, her yelp is more like a scream. I can’t blame her—the holes in this paddle make it much more painful.
“I think five should do it,” I say, breathing hard. I would normally go much longer, but if I don’t get inside her soon I think I’m going to die.
My next strike is the hardest yet, and she jerks a little, lowering her ass to the mattress.
“No.” I snap, yanking on her hips. “Keep your ass up or I start over.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpers.
I lean across her back, nuzzling into her neck. “Be my good girl, and I’ll make you feel so good.”
This time, her moan is all desire.
She takes the next three swats like a champ, keeping her ass up high. By the time I’m done, her arms are shaking. So are my hands—I can barely get the condom open. The second I’m sheathed, I plunge into her from behind. She’s so fucking tight like this that black spots dance across my vision.
“Fuck, Rebecca.”
“Oh, God,” she moans into the pillow. My hips are moving of their own accord, thrusting deep into her soft, warm body, eyes locked on the red marks from my belt and paddle.
“Your pussy feels even better than I imagined.”
