I blink, feeling vulnerable and rather bare. “Listen, I—”
He leans down and flicks my clit, my very bare clit, with his tongue.
The sound I make isn’t one I’ll ever be able to repeat. But electricity burns through me, and I push up against him, seeking his mouth.
He stands and takes the bowl, towels, and razor into the bathroom. While he’s out of sight, I pull against the restraints, unable to move an inch. Figures. His punishments are polar opposites, and I don’t know which one he’s chosen. It’d be like him to shave me, have me think one thing, and then go the other direction.
He returns and stares at me for several long moments.
I can’t move, and the look in his eyes, on his scarred face, thrills my body to the point I can’t stay still. Then he releases one of my ankles. A shocking disappointment crashes through me. But this is okay. I mean, I’m turned on and would love an orgasm, but if this is him withholding one, then big whoop. I’ll take care of business when he leaves.
He releases my other ankle.
I wrap my hands around the belts, waiting for freedom. “I think I get it.” Might as well appease the beast. “This withholding is tough.”
He then cocks his head and reaches to slowly unbuckle his belt.
Warning ticks through my head. “What are you doing?”
He pulls it through the loops, and the sound is deafening. Quick as a thought, he flicks it through the air and lashes my clit.
I scream and press my legs together, twisting my legs to one side as much as possible with my hands still bound. Pain echoes through my pussy and torso, quickly warming into an intense craving that nearly has me sobbing.
He sets a knee on the bed. “Spread your legs and I’ll make it better.”
I look at him, unsure. Then slowly, I roll fully onto my back and do so, my legs trembling.
He leans over and licks me, kissing my abused clit.
The feeling is too much. I shut my eyes and push toward him. He chuckles against me, the sound vibrating from my sex to my tits. As if he knows, he reaches up and tweaks both nipples. I arch my back.
He licks me again, sliding two fingers inside my wet and welcoming body. His rhythm is perfect and I ride his face, climbing to the pinnacle. He stops.
My eyes fly open.
He slaps me, open palm, on my clit. Hard. Then he watches me.
The connection between us is terrifying.
Whatever he sees has him slapping my clit again.
Hunger fills me.
He smiles, the sight dark. Then he slaps me several times, harder each time, watching my reactions. I’m anticipating each blow and he knows it.
I sob out a protest but still push against him, pleasure and pain clashing together until I can’t tell them apart but want more. Crave more. He kisses my clit and then licks me again, going at me with his fingers, teeth, and tongue until my head is thrashing against the pillow. Then he stops and spanks me again, top to bottom of my pussy, forcing shocking vibrations to spark each nerve inside me. Then he licks me again. He goes on for an eternity, keeping me on the edge, finally getting me to the point where even the slaps are welcome.
I’m so close.
We’re completely connected. It’s as if he knows what I’m feeling. What he’s forcing me to feel.
Then he stands and picks up the belt again. He looks like an avenging god with intent to punish. Starkly beautiful and perilously dangerous.
My breath is heated and my eyes wide. The blood rushes through my head so quickly, the sound is deafening.
He flicks his wrist and the end of the belt lashes across my already abused clit. I jolt and close my legs, rubbing my thighs together and trying to protect my tender parts from him. “You want to come?”
Desperately. Numbly, I nod.
“Then spread your legs.”
Despite the numbing hunger, I catch his meaning. He released my legs on purpose, not to give me freedom but to force me to submit on my own. I watch him, my legs shaking, my body warring with my spirit.
He shoves the edge of the belt between my legs and rubs me.
I moan, gyrating against the leather. It feels so good.
Then he lifts it and presses it close to my eyes. “See how wet you are? How much you want this?”
I’m sure humiliation will come later. Right now, there’s only need.
He slides the wet leather over my breasts and back down between my legs, rubbing my clit while his mouth takes mine. Hard, demanding, and all Thorn, he kisses me until I can’t think and am actively riding the belt, climbing toward the pinnacle.
Then he stops and lifts up, his face inches from mine. “Beg me.”
A tear leaks from my eye and he licks it away. I’m there. It’s impossible to need this much. My body might just explode and leave me a head with no body. “Please,” I whisper.
“Please, what?” There’s no mercy on his hard face.
