Page 38 of His By Contract
Then came the unmistakable sound, the soft hiss of leather sliding against fabric, the metallic clink of a buckle. Adrian was removing his belt.
Her stomach tightened, a confusing mixture of anticipation and dread pooling low in her belly. Georgia fought the instinct to look over her shoulder, to see his expression as he prepared to punish her. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on her own white-knuckled hands splayed against the dark wood.
The first touch of the belt against her skin wasn’t a strike. Adrian traced the folded leather along the back of her thigh, a feather-light caress that made her muscles jump beneath her dress. The cool leather slid upward, over the curve of her bottom, then along her spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Ten,” he reminded her, his voice low and controlled. The belt continued its journey, making a deliberate circuit of her body, as if marking the territory he intended to claim.
Georgia’s breath caught as the leather dragged across her shoulder blade, then down her arm. Each point of contact felt like ice against her heated skin, making her intensely aware of every inch of her body and how completely she had surrendered it to his control.
The first strike landed without warning. Sharp. Clean. The impact jolted through her, drawing a gasp from her lips. Not from pain; the sensation was deeper, more primal. Her fingers curled against the desk’s surface as heat bloomed across her skin.
Her body swayed forward from the force, but Adrian’s hand steadied her hip, keeping her exactly where he wanted her. The dual sensation of restraint and release made her head spin.
Blood rushed in her ears as she waited for the next strike, every nerve ending alive with awareness.
Her breathing came in short bursts now, anticipation coiling tight in her belly. She could feel Adrian’s control in every second of silence, in the way he made her wait, made her feel the full weight of each moment.
The second strike came slower, giving Georgia time to process the building heat. Her fingers flexed against the wood, seeking purchase. The sharp crack of the leather against flesh echoed through the office.
The third landed in a different spot, the sting spreading across her skin in a wave that made her thighs tremble. Adrian’s calculated pace stripped away her defenses with each impact, leaving her raw and exposed.
Her breath stuttered in her chest as the fourth strike fell. The sound caught in her throat, half-gasp, half-whimper. Heat radiated from each point of contact, spreading through her body like wildfire.
His hand touched her this time, fingers grazing the sensitive spot where the heat bloomed brightest. It sent sparks shooting through her nervous system, drawing out sensations she couldn’t fight.
Adrian’s hand slid down her hip, guiding her into position with firm, unyielding pressure. She shifted instinctively, her body aligning under his command. The adjustment forced her to arch, her bottom lifted, offered, displayed exactly how he wanted it, leaving no doubt who was in control.
Georgia’s muscles tensed at first, bracing for the next strike. But something shifted inside her as Adrian’s touch lingered. The rigidity in her spine melted away, replaced by a liquid heat that pooled low in her belly.
Her legs moved of their own accord, thighs parting just enough to betray her body’s response.
He set the belt on the desk beside her.
Then it was his palm that met her rear, but it didn’t withdraw. Instead, it dragged downward, following the curve of her bottom with deliberate slowness. His fingers traced patterns that made her breath catch, exploring territory that moments ago had felt forbidden.
The caress continued lower, mapping the swell of her backside with possessive intent. Each sweep of his hand drew shivers from deep within her, turning her thoughts to static.
Her breath came in broken gasps now. Her thighs pressed together, seeking friction, betraying needs she couldn’t voice. The pressure only intensified the ache building between her legs.
Georgia’s world narrowed to the points where Adrian’s hands touched her body. The sting from his strikes faded into something deeper, more urgent. Each impact now sent waves of heat straight to her core, building a pressure she couldn’t ignore.
His palm smoothed over her, as her hips shifted without her permission, pressing back against his hand. A small sound escaped her throat, need wrapped in surrender.
The next strike landed softer, more caress than correction. The line between discipline and desire blurred until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Adrian’s grip tightened on her hip, holding her in place as his other hand explored the sensitive places he’d just marked. His touch traced patterns that made her breath catch, drawing outresponses she couldn’t hide. Her thighs trembled with the effort to stay still.
The heat between her legs built with each passing second. Her body knew what it wanted, even as her mind struggled to process the shift. This wasn’t just about punishment anymore; it was about ownership, about proving who she belonged to.
His fingers skimmed lower, following the curve where thigh met hip. Georgia’s breath hitched. She should resist, should fight against this claiming. Instead, her legs parted further, offering access she hadn’t meant to give. Her body made the choice for her, honest in its surrender where her words had failed.
Georgia felt Adrian shift behind her, his stance widening. The strikes had ceased, replaced by something more deliberate. Her skin tingled where his palm rested against her hip, no longer punishing, but possessing. Claiming.
His hand slid up her thigh with devastating slowness. The touch was unyielding, commanding, pushing the hem of her dress higher with each inch gained. Cool air kissed her heated skin as the fabric bunched around her hips, leaving her exposed. Vulnerable.
She drew in a slow, shaky inhale, not in protest, but raw anticipation. Her body betrayed her, spine arching slightly without permission, seeking more contact. More pressure. More of whatever Adrian chose to give.
His fingers traced higher, mapping territory that moments ago had been forbidden. Heat pooled low in her belly, turning her thoughts to static.
