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“Keep your cheeks spread wide, naughty girl. I want you to focus entirely on the fact that your tight, untouched ass is going to be taken tonight,” Vincent said in a low, dark tone. I whimpered softly, too overwhelmed by the mix of shame, nervousness, and undeniable arousal to say anything coherent.

He teased my entrance for another agonizing moment before withdrawing his fingers and reaching for his waist.

I knew what was coming.

My breath caught as I watched him unbuckle his belt, each motion deliberate and slow, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops cutting through the tense silence. My heart thundered in my chest, a potent cocktail of fear and anticipation coursing through me.

Even as I held my bottom open, trembling with vulnerability, I didn’t dare lower my hands. His earlier warning about using my own arousal as lube lingered in my mind, making my entire body tense. Somehow, that possibility terrified me almost as much as it thrilled me.

Vincent ’s intense gaze remained locked on mine, never wavering as he pulled the belt free. The way he carried himself—controlled, purposeful, and completely dominant—sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

Biting my lip, I tried to steady my breathing, though the rapid beat of my heart betrayed me. Vincent stood tall, his expression hard and commanding, radiating power. My fear mingled with a dangerous kind of arousal, pushing me to the edge.

“Can’t we just skip this? I swear I’ll never get that drunk again,” I pleaded, my voice trembling.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed dangerously. Bargaining was clearly not an option.

With a flick of his wrist, he folded the belt in half and slapped it against his palm, the sharp crack echoing through the room and making me flinch.

“You can let go now. Place your hands in front of you,” he instructed firmly.

I obeyed, setting my palms flat on the bed as directed. My nerves were at a breaking point, the anticipation twisting my stomach into knots. Without a word, Vincent set the belt aside and reached for my wrists, his touch firm but not rough.

He used the same cuffs from the night before, the ones he’d bound me with when his mouth had explored my most sensitive spots. This time, he secured my hands above my head.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to reach back,” he murmured, his voice soft yet steady.

The realization hit me—this was going to sting. Badly. But he wasn’t out to truly harm me, and somehow, that made the situation even more intense. My core tightened involuntarily at the thought, betraying me once again.

I could hear his breathing quicken, a sign of his own arousal, and it made my shame feel slightly less suffocating.

Turning my head, I watched as he grabbed the belt, raising it with deliberate slowness. His smirk was confident, almost teasing.

“I’m going to enjoy this, naughty girl. You might not think you will, but your dripping pussy tells me otherwise,” he said with a dark chuckle.

And then the belt came down.

The sharp crack of leather meeting flesh rang through the room, and a line of fire seared across my bottom. I cried out, the sting robbing me of my breath.

Again and again, the belt lashed against my skin, each strike hard and unrelenting. He wasn’t holding back, and there was no gentle buildup. My ass burned with the intensity of each blow, and I couldn’t stop my legs from kicking out in a futile attempt to escape the pain.

I bit my lip hard, determined to stay silent and take my punishment like the adult I claimed to be. But I was lying to myself.

Each strike pushed me closer to my breaking point, and when the belt landed harder than before, I lost the battle. A high-pitched yelp escaped my lips, and still, the blows kept coming.

Over and over, the belt fell, turning my bottom into a raging inferno. The flames of pain licked at every inch, and no amount of deep breaths could calm the storm inside me. My wrists strained against the cuffs, the leather biting into my skin, but it was no use.

The punishment continued, relentless and scorching, until I could no longer keep the cries inside.

A terrible thought came to mind just then. Anthony was just downstairs. He’d be able to hear everything, every cry, every lash and by the sound alone, he’d know my bottom was entirely bare. He’d know how Vincent dealt with me like the bad girl I was.

Vincent landed another stroke, and a cry tore from me, my voice loud and desperate.

There was no way he wouldn’t have heard that.

The belt whipped from the tops of my cheeks all the way down to the tops of my thighs. Before too long, the entire surface of my ass was aflame, but that wasn’t the worst part of all.

My pussy was soaking wet. Despite the pain, the humiliation, the shame, my body betrayed me, responding with desire instead.

And that wasn’t the end of it…

In a short while, his cock was going to be inside my burning bottom, and I hated how turned on I was just thinking about it.

Vincent brought the belt down again and a wail poured out of me. I bucked my hips, the pain too much to bear.

“When you’ve had enough, you will beg me to fuck that tight little bottom,” he instructed.

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give him what he wanted. I wasn’t going to beg for anything, especially not to be fucked in the ass.

The belt struck my bottom again and another cry flew out of me. Somehow, the spanking grew harder, fiercer, and the scalding hot fire grew even stingier.

My ass throbbed and ached, and the pain only seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Vincent didn’t relent, the belt biting into my poor sore skin, and soon, I was desperate for it to end.

Still, I didn’t beg for him to fuck me, but I knew I would soon.

When he started whipping the backs of my thighs, I knew it was only a matter of time.

With every strike, my pussy clenched, a mixture of arousal and anguish surging through me. The heat was unbearable, my entire ass and the backs of my thighs burning with each blow.

And then, with one last swat of the belt, I opened my mouth and I begged.

Trulybegged.

“Please fuck my ass, sir. Please, no more of the belt,” I cried out.

The belt landed again, a final lash across my bottom that seared hotter than all the rest. Without a word, Vincent tossed the belt aside, and I collapsed on the bed, my entire body trembling.

“It’s time, baby girl.”