Page 160 of Tall, Royal Hater
But before I could reach for him, he crouched down to my level and scooped up his belt by my knees. My gaze flew rapidly between the black leather and his stern stare. “We’re going to try something new for your punishment.”
Wait, that wasn’t it? Oh shit…
My belly jumped, and my breaths came quick and short as he carefully threaded the leather under my hair, looping it around my neck. Then he paused. “I’m going to tie this around your neck, and you’re going to crawl on your hands and knees to the bed.”
I blinked, ears ringing, mind numb. Surely, he hadn’t said…
“What?” I breathed out.
He brushed the back of his fingers across my cheek. “You’re going to crawl to the bed with my belt around your neck.”
Humiliation ripped the skin from my cheeks and sparked a fire in my chest. What he wanted was ridiculous. I wasn’t a fucking dog that I was going to wear his belt like a collar and crawl.
I should’ve raged at him for suggesting it. I wanted to but…
My clit pulsed so hard, pleading and whimpering in excitement.
No…no, no, no, no! No fucking way. Mariyah, you’ve gone mad.
I shook my head rapidly, but no words came out to express any disagreement.
His gaze softened. “You can use the safe word if you don’t want to, Mariyah, and I can take you straight to the bed, or we can stop entirely. It’s your choice.”
He waited. And waited. My churning embarrassment heightened, but I still couldn’t say the word.
Instead, I eyed the distance to the mattress. It wasn’t that far…technically.
Fucking Neves, you can’t seriously want to—
“Just to the bed?” I murmured in question.
“Just to the bed,” he confirmed. “But say red and we can stop.”
I gulped as I met his patient gaze.
He’d clearly figured out that I had a minor, very secret humiliation kink. Being stubborn and prideful kind of made it hard to accept wanting to be humiliated. But sometimes, in certain states of horniness, with certain people, it was…it pushed my arousal to the point of frenzy.
A week ago, that person would never have been Shehryar…but right now?
I took a deep breath and nodded softly. “Just to the bed.”
He gave me a gentle smile, but the moment it faded…my stomach plummeted. Realisation at what I’d just agreed to ran around screaming in circles as he buckled the belt around my neck, leaving it loose enough that I had a small range of movement.
But that was of no comfort when he stood, forcing my neck forward and up.
I was left staring into the eyes of a ruthless villain set on breaking the girl who’d crossed him.
He had every intention of making the humiliation sting.
I was panicking. Burning angry and embarrassed and spiteful. And just as achingly turned on.
With the other end of the belt still in his hand, he angled his head and smirked, eyeing me with cruel lust. And I’d been naked the whole time, but I suddenly felt so acutely exposed. I was hyperaware of everywhere he looked. From my pert breasts, swaying with my nervous jitter, to the red heat blotched across my skin, and the visible stretch marks lining the curves of my upper thighs.
“You look so pretty on a leash, little menace,” he purred.
I gritted my teeth as a pointed claw dragged down my middle and hooked somewhere above my sex. “Fuck you, dickhead.”
One arrogant brow flew up. He gave a sudden, harsh tug, and I jerked forward on my hand with a quick inhale. “I suggest you watch your tone.” Each stern word was an aching flick at my swollen clit. “Unless you’d rather do laps of the room until you’ve learnt to.”
