Page 15 of His to Explore
He watches me again. “You want my belt and you don’t wanted to be praised,” he finally says. “Anything else?”
“I… I want…” God, why is this so hard? I’m in a BDSM dungeon with a man I only see for sex, for fucks sake. I should be able to say the words.
“Tell me,” he says, quiet, but that bite of command is there under the surface. The command that my body finds impossible to ignore. Today is no exception.
“I want you to call me names,” I whisper.
He nods, like it’s no big deal. “You want some degradation while we’re playing?”
“Please," I moan. “I want…a lot of it.” I meet his eyes, finding them dark and expressionless. I can’t read him, and it makes my heart pound harder. “I don’t want you to hold back.”
“With my belt or with my words?”
A full body shudder goes through me. “Neither.”
His eyes dart around my face, like he’s trying to figure something out. Finally, he nods, once, and steps out of my immediate space.
The dungeon is nearly silent for a long moment, the only sound my panting breaths. The longer he remains silent and out of sight, the more my anticipation ramps up. Then I hear it, finally—the sound of leather sliding through his belt loops, the jangle of the metal buckle.
“Stay still.” It’s the only warning I get before the leather is slicing through the air. His belt hits my skin andoh my God. This is nothing like his hand, or the crop. This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. I let out a yelp, unable to stop myself, and he immediately hits me again.
“Quiet,” he demands. “Take your punishment like a good little slut.”
Another strike and I bite back my yell. The pain is sharp, so sharp, and I’m suddenly wondering if I can actually do this. But then he hits me again, right in the same spot, and I cry out, unable to stop myself.
“If you can’t control yourself, maybe I’ll have to spank you harder,” he says, perfectly calm, like this is having no effect on him. I take deep breaths, trying to get myself under control. I don’t realize there are tears running down my face until I taste the salt on my lips.
As I wait for the next strike, the sting on my ass fades, replaced with a slow spreading heat. It feels so good, almost making the bite of pain that comes next worth it.
The same sensation spreads through me as the latest sting fades. Intense warmth and an exhilarating pleasure that I find hard to describe.
“No more tears?” he asks, voice as wicked as I’ve ever heard it. “I’ll definitely have to use more force.”
“Yes, sir,” I plead. If it feels this good now, I can only imagine a harder strike will increase that addictive pleasure heat.
He chuckles and brings the belt down again, then again, not giving me time to rest in between. Again. It’s definitely harder, the sting more intense, but I can handle it. I can do this crazy, filthy thing I begged for, and that fills me with the strangest sense of accomplishment.
“Let’s see if the dirty girl likes this,” he mutters, his voice a little strained now. That makes me feel good too, the acknowledgment that this is having an effect on him.
That’s the only warning I get before his fingers thrust into my pussy. I moan, unable to stop myself.
“You’re drenched,” he rasps. “Does that mean you like your spanking?”
“Yes, sir!”
He adds another finger, laughing low and dark at the noise I make. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you kitten?” He bites out. “Desperate to be fucked.”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers disappear as suddenly as they entered me and there’s another strike of the belt, the hardest yet, and I scream.
“Quiet,” he snaps. “You asked for this.” Another sharp lick of leather. “Fucking begged for it. And now you’re going to wiggle and cry like you aren’t a dirty little whore who gets off on being whipped?”
This,I think, warmth spreading through my chest.This is exactly what I needed.
He steps in front of me again, grabbing my chin roughly, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut or I’ll call a friend in to stuff it for you. You want to suck some stranger’s cock while I use my belt on you?”
I shudder, unsure if that sounds terrifying or intriguing. I’d checked off multiple men on the survey he provided all those months ago, but I hadn’t expected it to happen now. Like this.
