Page 53 of Her Guardian
“Take off your robe,” he says, reaching down to unfasten his belt. “Then bend over the bed.”
“You’re not really going to whip me with your belt, are you?” I feel tears welling up in my eyes. “I’m sorry for reading it, but…”
“You’re getting ten,” he says casually. “That’s a lot less than you should get for something like this. You knew it was wrong to read my text messages, didn’t you? Admit it, and I might go easy on you.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I knew it was wrong.”
“Then take your punishment like a good girl so we can put this behind us,” he says, motioning to the bed and folding his belt in his hand.
I knew I had a spanking coming, but I didn’t realize it would be his belt. I’m terrified of being whipped. I want to protest—beg—do anything to make him change his mind. But the look in his eyes reflects determination, and I don’t want to make it worse.
I tremble as I pull the cord holding my robe around my waist and let it fall to the floor. Boyd drinks in the sight of me beforemotioning to the bed again. I turn, put my palms against it, and brace myself for what is sure to hurt.
“Bend over further,” Boyd instructs, putting a hand on my back and pressing until my face is against the bed and my arms are flat. “That’s it. Stick your ass out like a naughty little girl who knows she deserves this.”
I do as he says, close my eyes, and tremble as I wait for the first lash from the thick leather in Boyd’s hand. It whistles in the air before the pain explodes across the surface of my ass. I gasp, groan, and kick the floor with my toes.
“Ow! Ow! That fucking hurts!” I whimper.
“Count it,” he commands. “Then ask for the next one.”
I close my eyes and shake my head, but the words are already leaving my lips.
“One,” I say. “Can I have the next one?”
The leather whistles again and lands right below the stinging spot where the first lashed my skin. I groan, clutch the bedspread in my hands, and process the pain.
“Two,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes tighter. “C-can I have the next one?”
The belt comes for my bare ass the third time and I take it with a louder groan. As soon as I count it, I feel the traitorous arousal between my legs. My body is reacting to this, just like it reacted when I was over his knee. It hurts—but it still turns me on.
“Four!” I squeal when the next one catches me by surprise. I pause for a moment to let the pain settle before I ask for the next one.
The next eruption of pain brings me to the halfway mark. Ten isn’t as bad as I feared. I can take this. Boyd clearly isn’t putting much strength into the swings as he could. If he did that, I’d probably hit the wall.
The belt lands again and again while I keep count and ask for the next one. Tears trickle down my cheeks through the last few, but I make it.
“Ten!” I cry out.
“You took your punishment well,” Boyd says, dropping the belt and rubbing my ass. “Now stay right where you are because I’ve got something else for you, too.”
I hear Boyd’s zipper and don’t have to ask whatelsehe has planned. I’m so wet from the belt spanking that he’s inside me in an instant and I let out a sigh.
I’ve missed this. Feeling this fullness. Feeling his rough hands on my hips while he claims me. His cock makes me forget all about the Mafia Prince Killer. The only thing I can focus on is the pleasure that rushes from my core until I get a stinging slap on my ass.
“Don’t go through my text messages, Sarah. I mean that,” he orders, slamming his cock deep into my depths and throbbing against my g-spot. “I forgive you and I gave you a light punishment for it because I know how damn curious you are. Do it again and I won’t be so gentle. Now thank me for not wearing your naughty ass out and beg me to fuck your tight little pussy until you scream.”
“Oh, sweet mercy,” I whimper, already feeling the pressure build. “Thank you for not wearing my naughty ass out. Please fuck my tight little pussy until I scream!”
“Good girl,” he praises, tightening his grip on my hips and speeding up his thrusts. “I bet I can make you screamBigBoyd so loud the entire fucking city hears you.”
I have no reason to doubt him, especially when his thick, hard cock is pounding into me. I whimper, groan, and take it until I’m panting. The pressure is so tight, it feels like I’m going to erupt at any second. Boyd has the perfect angle to hit my g-spot. The perfect amount of beautiful friction to make it feel incredible. And it’s hard and fast, which I’m starting to like.
“Do I have a permission to come?” I gasp, my body trembling as the pleasure shoots through me.
“Since you asked,” he says. “You have my permission.”
“Thank you!” I squeal, muttering his name several times as the bliss radiates from my core while my walls spasm on his length.
