“Lex?” She cranes her head back, looking over her shoulder as I step up behind her.
Setting a palm against her lower back to keep her in place, I kick both of her legs farther apart. Her big toe is barely touching the carpet, but it’s enough.
“What are you doing?” she demands.
“Stop asking questions, Juliet,” I command. “I have no intention of answering you.” Only hurting. Only returning the pain she gave me tenfold.
If anyone deserves to feel my agony, it’s the woman who caused it.
Before I bring the belt down, though, I reach between her thighs and realize that the pain I’ve already given her has had the opposite effect. I close my eyes as my fingers slip over her delicate flesh, her pussy juices leaking all over my digits. She gasps and squirms as my thumb grazes her clit, and I have to yank myself away from the desire to play with it—to make her come.
No.She doesn’t get to come. She doesn’t deserve the pleasure.
I bring my arm back and let the belt whistle through the air before I can talk myself out of it.
The first strike makes her stiffen in shock. Her delicate pink mouth parts and forms an ‘O’ shape. I watch as a strip of red forms along her upper thigh. The sight makes my cock twitch. Even under punishment, she’s glorious. It only makes me hate the fact that my chest still aches when I look at her. Turning to the side, but keeping my hand on her back, I get a better angle.
The second strike echoes through the room with her matching gasp. “Lex.” She shudders, her thighs quivering as she starts to shake her head back and forth.
I swallow.Does she… like this?
My hand stills and just because I want to know if she’s still wet, if my actions are bringing her pain or pleasure, I reach between her legs once more. My fingers slip through her folds easily and to my utter shock, she’s even more soaked than she was before.
A groan chokes in my throat. She liked what we did before and I never let her see these darker urges of mine. Was she faking it then?
“You’re such an asshole.” She bites out the words and I blink, lifting my gaze to where her head is turned and tilted back so she can look at me.
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is scream for help,” I tell her. “If you really didn’t want this—if you don’t think you deserve this, that’s all it would take. Your fucking uncle—” I spit the word at her. “—and his minions would save you in a heartbeat.”
The fact that she hasn’t confuses me. There must be a reason.
My thumb presses against her clit once more. She hisses and her hips squirm, trying to get away, but it’s too late. I see the truth now. She’s into this. I pull away, my fingers coated in her juices. I flick them over her ass, seeing the droplets drip over her skin. My tongue flicks across the backside of my teeth as the desire to lean over and lick them away curls inside of me.
Fighting the need, I breathe through the impulse and glare down at the woman making me question my own sanity. Juliet writhes on the bed, shooting back the same look over her shoulder.
“You know I’m not going to do that,” she snaps. “I want—” She stops and shakes her head, correcting herself when she starts talking again. “No, Ineedyou to fucking listen to me. I?—”
“I don’t care what you want,” I cut her off. “You didn’t care what I wanted.” Her pretty lips part and before she can sayanything more, I bring my belt down again, right at the crease where her upper thigh meets her ass cheek.
A startled, choked noise erupts from her throat. Turning, Juliet buries her face into the comforter to muffle her scream. It doesn’t stop me.
Her denials cease as again and again, I pepper her ass and thighs with my belt. I bring the flat side down so many times that the individual strikes meld into one giant red imprint that flushes her skin all over.
A choking, gasping noise reaches my ears after some time and I glance at her face to see that she’s crying. Her head pivoted to the side as she looks back at me, tear tracks burned into her cheeks as she sobs and gasps for breath. Her mouth is twisted into a mockery of a grimace and her lower lip is swollen and full—the mark of her teeth embedded there.
The sight makes my cock twitch and my chest ache. Still, I continue, delivering several more smacks with the belt to watch her arch up and away from the pain as she curses me and tries to repress her sobs into the mattress. This punishment is merely physical. None of it compares to the agony imprinted on my soul.
Panting, sweating, and needing release, I step back and take in my work. Her ass and thighs are covered in the outline of my belt. Red and hot to the touch, her skin is like fire as I trail gentle fingertips over the flesh of her ass.
“Lex.” She chokes out the word as she tries to lift up enough on the mattress to get away.
Ignoring the breathy sound of her voice, I grab hold of one ass cheek and squeeze roughly. She grunts and one leg comes up, kicking as if on reflex.
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask.
Inhaling harshly, Juliet releases a laugh that’s anything but amused. “You fucking know it does,” she bites out her response.
“Good.” I squeeze her ass again just to watch her stiffen in aching hurt. Once I’ve made it clear that I don’t give a fuck what she says—no amount of demanding or begging me to stop will halt this—I unwind my belt and loop one end through the buckle. I leave it wide enough to fit her head through, which I do in the next moment.
