“This part of your punishment is designed to help you remember not to cross me again,” Ryder said with no lack of condescension.
I wanted to be angry, but all that I could focus on was breathing while imagining and reimagining what that belt was going to feel like when it finally struck home. I really wanted to find out.
“Have you ever been punished with a belt before, Sara?” Ryder asked, lightly moving his hand so that the belt dragged ever so lightly against my heated skin.
Silent girl continued her revolt, but desperately hoped that he wouldn’t notice the undeniable wetness that was now fully on display due to my lack of underwear.
His eyes lingered on the area, causing me to squeeze my legs together even tighter.
“Well, now this part of your spanking is officially dedicated to punishing you for having the audacity to get turned on while I’m teaching you a lesson,” Ryder said, voice teeming with dark amusement over the fact that his spanking had solicited such an effect.
The feeling of the belt pulling away from my skin brought about a short-lived relief.
Ryder’s grip on my wrists tightened, as if he wanted to be absolutely sure that I couldn’t move. My body tensed as the sound of the leather soaring through the air came, followed by a flash of searing pain across the center of my ass.
I responded with a screech. His chuckle followed.
Gulping in breath, I tried to ready myself for the next blow over the lingering pain that seemed to be working its way deeper into my skin.
More twisting from the punisher beneath me, and my entire body tensed.
To my surprise, Ryder’s grip on my wrists vanished, replaced by the cold bedroom air. I shifted, stretching my arms out gingerly so as not to move my shoulders too sharply from the position they had been locked in.
There was a gentleness in the way Ryder shifted me from his lap onto the bed. It contrasted beautifully with the sharp ache in my skin where he had driven home his lessons. I wanted to say something snarky, but the soreness in my backside kept my mouth shut for once. It annoyed me when I realized that was probably his intent all along.
It also really turned me on.
“Lie on your back,” Ryder said, all gentleness gone from his voice.
No one had ever treated me like this.
My body trembled as I made my way further up the bed to comply with his request, knowing full well that he had a perfect view of his handiwork as I crawled away from him.
What was he going to do with me now?
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Ryder
The image of Sara’s scarlet ass, freshly warmed from my hand had me itching to just mount her then and there. Judging by how wet she had gotten during her punishment, I was operating under no delusion that she wouldn’t thoroughly enjoy being fucked roughly, and the desire to bury myself in her straight up to the hilt while she screamed my name was beginning to make me give up on the idea of patiently breaking her in like my normal girls. I wanted to devour her.
Something about the way she crawled now, ass glowing from more strokes than I had actually intended to give her, caught my attention. Even now, gingerly moving her legs in order to minimize the soreness from her punishment as she trekked across my bed, her shoulders were still squared with an absolutely breathtaking amount of pride.
I would look forward to watching that break when I made her beg to climax for me for the first time.
“On your back now,” I said, giving her a light slap to her ass.
She squealed and moved quickly, lying down and gritting her teeth against the sensation the comforter was forcing into her tender backside.
I chuckled, loving the way it always made her either rage or submit.
Probably just the steady pain that I had already worked into her, but she didn’t rage.
Obeying perfectly, she continued to lie on her back in silence, not even daring to meet my gaze. She probably thought it would keep me from punishing her more if she didn’t make eye contact. Poor thing.
There was no polite way to describe the fact that as I watched the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath, I was blatantly leering at her. The image of those beautiful mounds before me perfectly cupped in her bra had me wanting to take her all night long.
Fuck, I scolded myself.
What was I doing? A point needed to be made about her attitude, but now I was back on the edge of absolutely destroying her and fucking her into submission. There was no effectively dominating her if I lost control, particularly when she was expressing such extreme vulnerability.
Sara’s breathing grew increasingly more shallow. She wanted it.
It would appear that making her literally lie in wait for me was doing absolutely nothing to turn her off. Her conflicted emotions showed plainly in the tension held within her body, causing her to tremble ever so slightly as she tried to decide if I was going to continue to punish her or make her scream my name.
Caught between wanting to punish her further, fuck her until she couldn’t walk, or hold her to offer some comfort after tonight’s events, I found myself drifting towards torturing her further. It was apparent that she had some emotions to work out, and despite my unexpected feelings of concern for her, it seemed like spanking her had done more for stabilizing her state of mind than being sent away had.
After everything that happened tonight, I could probably benefit from letting the beast out of his cage for a bit too.
Besides, slapping me was not okay, and she undoubtedly needed to be punished more for her awful behavior.
Grinning, I reached my hand behind my neck, grabbing onto the top of my t-shirt before pulling it up and over my head. This got her attention, and her eyes danced across my body, probably realizing for the first time exactly how much force was packed into each hit I threw at Tyler in the bar. How much I have to throw into her.
She looked hungry.
There was absolutely no way that I couldn't take advantage of the lust that filled her eyes as she looked at me, her gaze sliding from one tattoo to the next, skirting across my chest and up my neck, up to my jaw. Her demeanor was raw and needy.
Part of me might want to comfort her, but she hadn’t played very nice tonight, and the asshole in me really wanted to see her suffer for it. It was probably the residual adrenaline, but I was feeling a little risky.
Tossing my shirt to the floor, I crawled across the bed towards Sara. Her breathing quickened, coming in short, shallow bursts. It caused her chest to flutter in a way that had every dominant bone in my body needling me to treat her like prey.
She shuddered as I placed my hands on each side of her body, crawling over her until my face was mere inches away from hers. This close, she has absolutely nowhere else to look but at my eyes, and I let my gaze burn into her knowing that she could feel the way my body tensed atop hers, ready to strike.
Sara surprised me by remaining silent as I stared into her eyes. Part of me was disappointed, wishing she would give me another reason to hear the sweet crack of the leather belt striking her skin, but I fought desperately to reign that in, forcing myself to think of the vulnerability in her face again in order to remind myself to be gentle.
After about a minute of silent staring, I leaned closer, making sure that when I spoke my voice came out low and taunting.
“Do you want a kiss, Sara?” I asked, noting the way she looked away before returning her gaze to match mine, doing my best to ignore the way her thighs quivered against the inside of my own.
Silence.
There was nothing to do but keep my face perfectly stoic. I didn’t want to let her see that I had just about enough of her silence tonight. Using it as an act of defiance against me was enough to earn any girl in my bed a solid round of punishment, and she was no exception.
The desire to redden her ass until she had to sleep on her stomach crossed my mind, but I found myself imagining her dismayed face when she turned around to face me again and I knew I wouldn’t be spanking her agai
n tonight. Even if I really, really wanted to.
That meant the punishment would have to be more creative.
“Sara,” I said, speaking her name as if it were a delicacy. She seemed to really respond to my lower tones. Most girls liked them, but her responses to my words were downright visible.
The sharpness in her eyes flickered out, and I swear to fucking god her pupils popped.
Smiling, I repeated my question.
“Do you want a kiss, Sara?” I asked again, using a silky low tone and tilting my face closer to hers with my lips just slightly apart from hers.
I watched her try to keep her face straight, trying to keep me from knowing how badly she did want it.
Unable to contain herself, Sara tilted her head forward in an attempt to lock her lips on mine. Unfortunately for her, there was absolutely no way that she would get a kiss without asking for it. After her attitude, she was lucky that I wasn’t going to make her beg.
Sara let out a little whine, but resigned herself to lying back and accepting my rebuff. It was obvious that the pain from her spanking was really starting to set in, and she was adamant to avoid any further strikes tonight. Even if it made me long to set her straight that much more.
“Ask for it,” I commanded, leaning closer to her again, allowing the left side of my mouth to tilt up in an arrogant grin.
She visibly bristled, and when she spoke, her voice was sharp.
“You can’t be serious,” she said, giving me an exasperated look that had my palms itching to collide with her bare ass until sitting was no longer an option.
Be it the stress of the night, or the unparalleled beauty of the girl before me, I found myself filling with a strong desire to test her limits.
“My rules, remember?” I chided, giving her a disapproving look that I’m sure made her ass twitch.
Sara sighed, but her eyes softened as she lifted them to meet mine again, once again piercing me with her vulnerability. This time, though, I could see the need in her eyes. The quiet desperation that currently had her shaking ever so slightly as she lay underneath me.
“Can I please have a kiss?” Sara asked, her voice raw and lusty.
“You may,” I whispered, letting my lips graze hers ever so lightly before grabbing her chin and gently tilting her face to the right against the pillow.
Sara’s breathing quickened in response.
Though the vulnerability in her eyes begged me not to break her, not tonight at least, the need begged me to turn her into a begging, pleading mess. Watching her flail and shake under my touch was going to make for a fun night.
As I slid my mouth away from hers, planting a light kiss on the base of her jaw, Sara quivered, arching her back in a way that absolutely sealed the deal that she was getting fucked before she went to bed tonight.
God, I couldn’t wait to hear her beg.
Pinning Sara’s arms down over her head, I dropped my head down and let my breathing fall on her neck in quick, light bursts. She shook as a tiny gasp escaped her lips in response to the new sensation. Taking advantage of her vulnerability, I graced her neck with a slow, deliberate kiss.
Sara swore, arching and shaking.
“I said no swearing,” I admonished, using a tone full of mock disappointment before biting down firmly on her neck.
“Oh my god,” Sara yelped, fighting desperately against my grip on her wrists.
It took one solid slap to her bare hip, and suddenly she froze, immediately stopping her struggles. I smirked.
Moving down ever so slightly, I placed another kiss towards the bottom of her neck, near her collarbone, and I reveled in the way her pleasure clearly rolled through her in waves as her back continued to arch before dropping back down.
“Good girl,” I said approvingly as I bit down on the area where her neck meets her shoulder. appetizing bit of flesh where her neck and shoulder met
Sara managed to contain her response this time, but continued to shake. Her body was rolling with minute and involuntary oscillations, arched spine to raised hips in a barely perceptible wave. I was astounded she was holding it together so well.
The realization that her bra was on came as a shock. I was having this much fun with her, and her tits weren’t even out yet? This was unheard of.
But then, what was I waiting for?
“For future reference,” I said, sliding my hand across the soft cup of her bra, getting an idea for the firmness of her breasts. They did not seem to disappoint. “When I tell you to strip, that means you get completely naked, and if you aren’t fast enough, anything left gets cut off.”
She sucked in a breath, but scowled at me all the same.
“If you cut off any of my clothes, I’m going to murder you,” she said, fixing me again with that prideful and determined little stare.
Tyler might have scared her, but he certainly hadn’t broken her.
My heart thudded at that thought. That was good. It was a very good thing if his actions did not manage to shatter her in the way they could have. She was strong. Fierce. And really fucking beautiful.
“Well then, you shouldn't have broken the rules,” I said, sliding my knife out of my back pocket and flipping out the blade.
The look on her face was the hottest transition of fear melting into lust I had ever seen. Fucking her was going to be amazing. I clearly startled her, but she liked the game we were playing.
“Ryder, don’t you dare!” Sara said, all but snarling at me as I slid the knife under her right bra strap. Of course, I wasn’t actually going to cut it, but it was clear we both enjoyed pretending I would.
“Did you just give me a command?” I asked, eyebrows raised. I wanted to watch her fear dissolve into lust again. The harshness in the look I gave her might have been overkill.
Sara visibly shrunk, struggling to stop shaking underneath me.
“I, uh—“ She said, searching desperately for something to say that would keep her ass from paying for her mistake. But more importantly, her cheeks were flushed and framing her little turned on smile.
I wanted to consume her.
Leaning closer to her, I lowered my voice to barely more than a growl and said, “You have ten seconds to take that bra off before I cut it off.”
She blinked. Once. Twice. A gentle flush was now creeping across her chest, almost like markings guiding me straight to her breasts.
Seeing them was suddenly becoming more important.
Keeping my face straight, I released her hands, but stayed atop her. I couldn’t make it too easy, not with stakes this high.
Sara immediately set into motion, trying to lift her chest up enough to reach back and unhook her bra. It took her eight seconds for her shaking hands to manage to actually undo the clasp.
The second the clasp came loose, I reached down, roughly grasping the left cup of her bra before tearing it off of her and hurling it across the room. It might have been a little dramatic, but the redness in her cheeks told me that it was the right move regardless.
Leaning down, I pinned Sara’s hands down tighter with my right hand as I used my left fingers to graze the curve of her right breast. The trembling of her body in response to my touch had my dick straining against my jeans.
Fuck, I wanted her.
Unfortunately for Sara, I decided that she was going to have to pay for making me want her this bad. With how I was feeling, part of me wanted to make her beg me to fuck her and then deny her outright. But of course I wouldn’t.
When my mouth first grazed the side of Sara’s breast, she hissed with ecstasy, trying to escape the pleasure of my touch. Chuckling, I trailed my lips down further, kissing the side of it again. Sara arched, bucking her hips with a quiet moan.
Sara’s nipples stood perfectly upright, just begging to be played with.
Turning my attention to her right nipple, I kissed it. As she writhed in response, I pinned her hands down harder, kissing it again before biting down sharply. She writhed, obviously fucking loving
it.
“Shit.” Sara froze, eyes wide the second the curse fell from her lips. The hazy lust in her eyes was replaced with instant remorse so immediate that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Clearly someone is learning the rules,” I said, tauntingly before nipping at her side. She tensed, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. She was so fucking hot.
“Don’t worry,” I said, beginning to kiss slowly up her inner thigh. “I think you’ve been punished enough for tonight.”
Sara let out a quiet gasp as I gently bit her inner thigh, the smell of her hitting me for the first time, heady and vulnerable. Desperate, even.
“In fact,” I said, kissing closer and closer to her core. “I think after the night you’ve had, you deserve a little pleasure.”
My lips met with her, and her hips bucked in response.
Pinning her hips down to remind her who was in control, I planted another kiss, this one deeper than the other, and she shook. Her thighs were tense, closing in on me as she squirmed with pleasure. Letting loose a warning sound of discontentment, I used my elbows to force her thighs apart before letting my tongue separate her for the first time.
Her moan met my ears, and for once I wanted to serve her. Not as a power play. Not as a way to keep her hot and desperate. No, I wanted to hold her down, writhing and squirming while I used my tongue to draw every kind of moan I could from her until she was begging me to stop from the sheer overexposure to her own pleasure.
My tongue dove deeper, tasting and exploring her to find out what I could do to make her cry out in a way that said she clearly knew how owned she was. Flicking my tongue over her most sensitive spot had her absolutely thrashing against me with pleasure, fighting desperately to get the release she needed. Her moans were falling in pathetic little beats, perfectly matching the beat of my tongue as I flicked it against her again and again.
Something told me that this would be an excellent approach on nights where her punishment was to be turned on and pleasured without being allowed to climax. Of course, that would be a long way out. She had plenty to learn before she was ready for that kind of play.
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