Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan Book 2) by S.H. Kolee Read Free Book Online Page B

an eyebrow. “Please, what? What do you want?”
    “Use the belt on me.”
    He smiled darkly, his eyes glittering as he studied me. “We’ll see if you still feel the same way after I’m done with you.”
    Logan unwound the belt from his hand and then looped it in half. He took the curved edge and stroked it against my collarbone, making goosebumps appear. The hard, impersonal leather was somehow one of the most erotic things I had ever felt against my skin. My breath caught as Logan lowered it, dragging it between my breasts which were heavy with arousal. I gasped when the belt ran over my hard nipples, catching them against its edge. My head tipped back and I moaned as Logan ran the edge of the belt back and forth against one of my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure down my body.
    “Look at you, getting excited about being touched with a belt. You must really be a slut.”
    “Yes,” I whimpered as I arched my body forward, feeling how wet my pussy was getting with each pass of the belt against my nipple. I felt like my body was on fire and we had barely gotten started. “Please use me as a slut. I deserve to be used.”
    I gasped when I felt the leather of the belt crack against my nipple. It wasn’t an overly hard blow, but the suddenness of it was shocking, yet highly arousing, and I could feel myself getting even wetter. I held my breath in anticipation when Logan moved the belt to my other nipple, teasing it. I knew what was coming and I moaned loudly when the belt came down on that nipple with a firm smack. Logan alternated between my breasts, keeping the rhythm of first caressing my taut nipples with his belt before bringing it down firmly to abuse them.
    “Do you like that?” His voice was low, his expression intense.
    I looked down at my breasts which were reddened by the belt and warm from a combination of arousal and the force of his lashes. Seeing the physical evidence of Logan using me made me even more excited.
    “Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “I love being used like a whore. I deserve everything you do to me.”
    I saw a self-satisfied expression settle on his face as he got up from the couch. “Then you’ll be happy to know that this is going to be a long night for you. Sit on the couch.”
    I sat down on the spot he had vacated as he towered over me.
    “Spread your legs.”
    I obeyed him, knowing that it was obvious how aroused I was. I was so turned on that my inner thighs glistened with my wetness. I couldn’t suppress a whimper when he trailed the belt between my legs, nudging it against my already engorged clit before moving it down to stroke my pussy. I widened my legs even more as he continued to stroke the belt up and down my folds, always pausing to push it against my clit. I felt out of control as I bucked my hips up, tension building in my lower body.
    Logan raised the belt so that I could see it. The parts that he had stroked me with were darker, soaked with my wetness.
    “Look at what you’ve done. You’ve ruined my belt. What should I do about that?” Logan looked down at me and I could see by his expression that he was as aroused as I was.
    I was almost panting at this point. I felt mindless with desire as I opened my legs as far as possible. “Whip me,” I whimpered, oblivious to everything but pure sensation. “Whip my pussy. Please. Punish your slut.”
    Less than a second passed from my plea before the belt came down with force, smacking me between my legs. My pussy was already hot and engorged from being aroused, but now it felt like it was on fire. Yet the words still came out of me, unbidden. “Harder. Please.”
    When the belt came down again, I almost screamed from both pleasure and pain. I was so aroused I could feel the wetness trickling down my thighs. The belt came down three more times and then I finally did scream as my climax shook my body violently. Wave after wave of pleasure undulated through me, the orgasm I experienced unlike any I had ever