14

“What you want and what you need can sometimes be very different,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Is it going to hurt?”

“It is, because it’s supposed to,” he warned. “You knew better than to come in here. You’ve earned this punishment, and it’s what you’re going to get.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words, and I could feel my pulse racing.

Did he really mean it? Why did it seem so thrilling?

His hand brushed across my skin, the sensation oddly calming, but my mind was still racing with questions.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, voice trembling, full of anticipation.

“I’m enjoying myself,” he replied darkly.

His hand continued to explore, teasing and testing me, creating tension that made me ache for something more.

His palm pressed down harder, and I braced myself, but it was more than I expected. The sharp sting made me flinch, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden force. He didn’t pause, continuing in rapid succession, leaving me struggling to stay steady.

I tried to convince myself I could handle it, that this was just a test of strength. But each strike sent a wave of intense heat through me, leaving me caught between discomfort and something I couldn’t deny.

I forced myself to keep quiet, not wanting him to see how deeply his actions were affecting me.

As he continued, it became harder to stay composed. My body reacted in ways I didn’t understand, a mix of pain and something else entirely.

“You’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?” he observed, and I couldn’t deny it. His actions had an effect I wasn’t prepared for.

Several lines of liquid fire arced across my cheeks, and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to quiet another cry, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet much longer.

At most, I could take a few more in silence.

The belt sliced through the air, the sound of it like a crack of thunder in the room and then it came crashing down on my ass. The impact sent shockwaves across my body, and I fisted my hands as I squeezed my eyes shut.

My resolve to stay silent lasted three more blows.

As he brought the belt down on the tender underside of my ass, the pain overwhelmed me, and I wailed. Each snap of the belt left behind a burning line of fire, rising and rising until it left a welt in its wake. The more he spanked me with that belt, the more the lashes built on each other.

“Please!” I begged.

But he didn’t stop. In fact, the belt whipped across the tops of my thighs, and I screeched, the sting far more intense than any of the previous lashes.

Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the belt snapped against the crease where my ass met my thighs.

I cried out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure and something else entirely.

“Please,” I pleaded, but Vincent didn’t listen. He raised the belt and brought it down on my upper thighs once more and this time I didn’t scream, I wailed.

“You earned this. I’m not going to stop until this gorgeous bare ass is as punished as it needs to be,” he replied.

Another blow struck the lower half of my ass, then the middle and at last, the underside until every inch of my punished flesh felt like it was on fire. The stinging burn was almost too much to bear, and I slowly realized something that both terrified and aroused me at the same time.

This wasn’t going to stop when I wanted it to. It was only going to end when he decided I’d had enough. A wave of panic washed over me, but another much stronger wave of arousal followed in its wake.

The belt struck and my pussy clenched.

Hard.

Each lash was followed by the next, the pain building up upon itself, layer by layer until the agony of the belt was overwhelming. I begged and pleaded for mercy, but he showed me none.

And my pussy got wetter because of it.

He paused for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Look at this soaking wet little pussy. You’re enjoying your spanking, aren’t you?”

Before I could answer, the belt struck again, and I screamed.

But I realized something else then. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted more of his belt.

The pain was almost too much, but somehow, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t like the spanking from before. That had simply been a spanking.

This was something else entirely.

This was the true punishment.

“Now, little girl, I’m going to use my belt on this gorgeous bare ass of yours until you beg me to fill that needy pussy with my cock,” he demanded.

I bit my lip.

The belt fell again. And again. And again.

It snapped right over my pussy, and I could feel myself tighten with arousal. Then the belt cracked against my thighs once more.

It was all too much. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity, and the humiliation.

I couldn’t take it.

I wanted more. I wanted his cock.

My pussy clenched tight, and I moaned, a low guttural sound that emanated from somewhere deep inside me, maybe from the bottom of my soul. I didn’t know.

“Please, sir. Please fill my needy pussy,” I whispered. I don’t know why I referred to him as ‘sir.’ Honestly, it just fell off my lips and after it was out in the open, it sort of felt right.

He dropped the belt to the floor and his hand came back, lightly caressing my scalded cheeks, likely admiring the marks it left behind.

I wanted to see them too.

“What did you say, naughty girl?” he demanded.

I could have sworn that there was a hint of a smile in his voice, but I couldn’t look back and check. When I didn’t answer quickly enough, his hand came crashing down on my sore bottom six times in quick succession and I squealed.

“I asked you a question, naughty girl. Answer me,” he ordered.

I moaned at his touch.

“Please,” I whined, unable to articulate any words.

“Tell me what you need, Jennifer , before I decide to take my belt to your soaking wet pussy too,” he warned, and my heart did a flip in my chest.

“I need you. Your cock. Please, fuck me, sir,” I pleaded, and his hand stilled on the small of my back.

The silence stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. Neither of us wanted to break the spell, and I pulled in a shaky breath, my pussy clenching wildly, out of control and needy.

Then he finally wrapped his arm around my upper half and lifted me off his thigh, setting my feet on the floor. My shorts and panties were still tangled around my knees, and he quickly whisked them off, helping me to step out of them one leg at a time.

I blushed fiercely, heat blazing up from my chest and into my cheeks. I mean, he’d already seen everything during my spanking, but it was another thing entirely to be standing with my entire lower half bare while he was still fully clothed.

His hand closed around the back of my neck as he led me over to a small desk in the middle of the room. Then he used his hold on my neck to force me to bend right over it. He kicked my legs open, spreading them as far as they could go.

Fuck. This was it.

“Tell me which hole I need to take, bad girl, before I decide for you and I promise you, it won’t be that needy wet pussy. It’ll be in that tight little ass,” he growled.

I swallowed hard and his hand tightened a little in warning.

“Please fuck my needy wet pussy,” I managed to whisper, my voice sounding much surer than I felt.

I wasn’t a virgin. I’d had sex before.

But Vincent wasbig.

He was bigger than Dane and bigger than any of the toys I had bought for myself. I wasn’t sure if he would fit, but I knew that I wanted to try.

I also knew that if he put his cock in my ass, it would hurt a whole lot more.

“Please, my pussy, sir. Please fuck my pussy,” I whined.

Without warning, his hand slipped between my thighs, his fingers trailing along the seam of my sex. He lightly grazed my slicked folds, exploring me far more gently than I would have liked. When his fingertips finally glided over my clit, a visceral surge of desire took my body by storm and my legs trembled.

“Please give me your cock,” I begged.

He didn’t listen.

He continued stroking my pussy, teasing my clit. His fingers plunged into my entrance, and I cried out as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it brought me right to the edge.

So close, yet so far…