the harsh rasp of a zipper being lowered, rending the air in two. The naked length of his erect cock nestled against my buttocks as the swish of leather through cloth told me that he was removing his belt.
“Three blows.” He paused, waiting for my reaction.
“No.” My heart pounded, but I couldn’t quite tell if it was in fear or desire. “No. I don’t want that.”
“Are you using your safe word, Devon?” My breath hitched in and out roughly as my mind whirled.
“No.” I forced the word out. I was scared, but at the same time I wanted this, though I still didn’t know why. “No, I’m not.”
I screamed in a mix of desire and frustration when the leather of the belt hit the flesh of my right cheek. The sharp sting spread outward from the site of the blow like heat radiating from the sun. Tears sprang from my eyes as I fisted my hands and struggled against my bonds.
He was holding back. I knew he was holding back, because the first lash, and the next when it came on my left cheek, didn’t hurt nearly as much as the spanking he had administered to me the week earlier. Still, I felt more raw, closer to a breaking point when that third blow came glancing over the flesh between my legs.
“You’re a fucking bastard.” The skin of my ass was on fire, and the flesh beneath felt swollen. And still I was aroused to the point of pain, aching for the feeling of his cock inside of me.
“You know your safe word, Devon.” Craning my neck, I saw him kneel behind me again. With those strong hands he positioned my legs tightly together before the leather of the belt was looped just above my knees. He threaded the length through the buckle and cinched it snugly.
I felt myself begin to shake uncontrollably. Yes, I knew my safe word. I also knew that I wasn’t going to say it. If I used it, I would never see him again.
I couldn’t stand the thought. There was a flame inside of me, one that he had ignited, one that craved the feelings that he was pulling from my very core.
Whatever he chose to give me, it was what I wanted.
I closed my eyes. Behind me Zach stood up. I felt his grip at my hips, pulling me so that I was bent at the waist, hands still bound, thighs tied together, ass naked and presented to him.
I felt the head of his cock slide between the cheeks of my ass. As soon as he found my entrance he shoved inside of me, pushing until his balls swung heavily, tapping the sensitive skin of my labia.
Bound as I was, I had no choice but to bend further. His fingers digging relentlessly into my hips, he pulled back and drove deep again, fucking into me with an animal ferocity.
I loved it. He satisfied a need deep inside of me that even I didn’t understand.
My legs were bound so tightly together that the friction was nearly unbearable. My ass was still on fire from the blows, the skin burning every time the jut of his hip bones slammed forward into the delicate flesh.
Though I could flex my fingers, I couldn’t otherwise move. I was helpless, completely vulnerable to him.
It was the best thing I had ever felt in my life.
He moved faster, his pelvis slapping against the mounds of my buttocks. This time when I felt pleasure spiraling low and deep in my belly, I fought to stave it off.
I didn’t want to come yet. Not until he was done with me.
As if sensing my thoughts, Zach seated himself to the hilt one final time and then, with a strangled groan, pulled his cock free of the tight channel of my flesh. I whimpered as he smacked my ass with the flat of his palm.
“It would be so easy to come inside of you right now.” Grasping my ass cheeks in both hands, he caressed my flesh. “Deep inside of your pussy. Or, even better, inside your hot little ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little minx?” Those hands smoothed over my cheeks, opening me so that he could look his fill.
Excitement bloomed deep inside of me at his crude comments, even as nerves flared. Was that to be my punishment—was he