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totally powerless, totally at his mercy.   I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, but
I was shocked to find that I didn’t.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, panicked.
    “Punishing you.”   He slid the leather strap over my
buttocks, and just the feel of it against me made my skin burn.   I was still sore from what he’d done to
me in Florida.  
    I bit my lip and gripped the arm of the couch
behind me, bracing myself for the blow.
    “Do you know why you’re being punished,
Adriana?”   His voice was low and
sexy, his grip on my neck unwavering.
    “Because I was bad.”
    “How?”
    “I was with someone else.”
    “Good girl.”   He loosened his grip on my neck, and
then he slapped the belt lightly against my ass.
    I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing it was just
the beginning.
    “Whose are you?” he demanded.
    “Yours.”
    He lashed me again, this time the leather
hitting my skin harder, the lick smarting more.   My pussy flooded with warmth.
    “I think you’re getting wet, Lemon,” he said,
and his hand cupped my mound from behind, his palm moving over my pussy through
my panties.   He kept it there,
varying the pressure on me, and I groaned.
    Then he pulled back and hit me with the belt
again.
    I cried out and bit my lip.
    I’d never been so turned on in my life.   I would have done anything he asked,
would have given him anything he wanted in that moment, that’s how badly my
body had overridden my mind, how strong my desire was for him.
    He rained three more blows down on me, then
tossed the belt aside and sat down on the couch.
    “On your knees,” he growled, and I got on my
knees in front of him, kneeling in between his legs.  
    “Hands behind your back.”
    I put my hands behind my back, making sure to
keep my eyes on the floor.
    He pulled the top of my dress down, and I heard
him inhale sharply.
    “Jesus,” he breathed, his fingers gently
tracing the top of my bra, dipping down slightly below the cups.   He pulled my dress down even further
until it was bunched around my waist.
    He leaned toward me and reached around my back
for the hook of my bra.   He
unfastened it slowly, pulling the straps down over my shoulders and down my
arms, his fingernails scratching me lightly as he went.   His touch scorched my skin and even
though I knew it was against his rules, knew there could be consequences, I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him.
    Those gorgeous blue eyes locked onto mine, and
he held my gaze for a long moment.   The electricity sparked and cracked in the room.
    He hesitated and then he brought his lips to
mine.   “Adriana,” he whispered.   “God, Adriana, what are you doing to
me?”   And then he was kissing me,
open-mouthed, his tongue forcing me to surrender to him.   He kissed me until I was breathless,
until my lips felt swollen and raw, and then he moved his mouth to my breasts,
sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the hard peak.
    Then he sat back down and I looked up at him,
waiting for his next instruction, hanging on his every word.
    “Eyes down,” he said.
    My eyes fell to the floor.
    “Push your tits together, Adriana,” he said
softly.   “Show them to me.”
    I pushed them together.
    “Arch your back.   That’s it.   Good girl.”
    My chest was heaving, my pussy soaking wet,
aching for him.   Why had he said he
wasn’t going to fuck me?   Was he
going to give me some kind of other release?   The torture was driving me out of my
mind, and he’d hardly even touched me.
    “Do you ever touch yourself, Adriana?” he
asked.
    “Yes,” I said meekly.
    “Show me.”
    My face flamed.   “I can’t – ”
    “Adriana,” he said, his voice a warning.   I needed to do as he said, or there
would be consequences.   Delicious, painful consequences.
    So I took my hand and slid it down my stomach
and over the outside of my panties.
    I could feel how wet I was, so wet that the
fabric was sticking to my skin.   It
was