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sharp inhale between her teeth as her body came alive again, her nipples tightening. Her hands twisted into fists in his shirt as she tried not to squirm in an entirely unseemly fashion. The slap had been mostly noise, very little sting, but suddenly, in this incredibly humiliating posture, she wanted more of it. So much more of it.
     
    “Oh my,” Leo breathed.
     
    “I won’t negotiate that on her behalf,” Alex said. “But if you two want to enjoy yourselves, I’ll give you a few minutes, and then join you.”
     
    She felt Leo’s nod, and then the sway of his steps as he carried her through the house. He dropped her on his bed with very little ceremony. She bounced just a bit, and she couldn’t contain a small giggle.
     
    Alex always wore a dark face when he came at her intending to test her flesh with his tools and palms. She knew he didn’t mean harm by it, so she trusted him, but as Leo turned to the wall, unbuttoning his shirt and folding it neatly, hanging it over a chair in the corner, she found a small kernel of fear coiling tight in her stomach. He was physically so much bigger and bulkier than Alex. If he turned towards her with darkness in his eyes, she might call everything off and run for the hills.
     
    But when he turned towards her, unhitching his belt and drawing the expensive leather through the soft loops of his pants with a distinctive, sweet sound, he wore a broad smile. He looped the belt in his hand, thwacking it twice into his palm, and the fear turned the corner into willingness, eager anticipation of the release that would come. The road through would be painful, but that smile told her it would be the right kind of pain.
     
    “Tell me,” Leo rumbled. “How do you and Alex play?” The doubled belt thwacked into his hand again, and she watched the way the leather wrapped around his palm, mesmerized. Her pussy was heating up again, and she fought the urge to squirm.
     
    “He tends to use his hands,” she said, her eyes fastened on the leather. It was a dark brown, and it seemed soft, flexible. Buttery. A little shiver slipped up her spine, making her shoulders dance. “Floggers, sometimes. We played with knives, once, but I had to safe word out.”
     
    He nodded. “My favorite is leather,” he said. “There’s something about skin on skin that I just adore.” His voice was deep and dark, and the slap of the belt into his hand felt like punctuation. “What’s your safe word?”
     
    “If I call you a fucking bastard, then let’s take a break and reassess,” she said. “Where do you want me?”
     
    His expression darkened then, even though the smile stayed carefully in place. “On the bed, so I can stick my finger in your ass while I fuck you. Riding me, so I can play with your tits. Up against that wall, pinned there by my weight and my arms and my hips. But for now?” The smile morphed into a wicked grin. He tossed the belt onto the bed next to her, took her ankles in his hands and pulled so that her body slid down, her ass hanging off the bed awkwardly. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet, nipped lightly at her shoulder with his teeth, and then turned her so that her back was pressed against his chest. She expected him to take a moment in that position, fondling her breasts and her cunt, but he just pushed at her shoulders, bending her at the waist and guiding her hands to grip the footboard of the bed. “Don’t make me tie you down,” he said, quietly. It was the only warning she got before the first slap of the belt.
     
    The sound she made was more an escape of air than a cry. She came up onto her tip toes, her hands tightening on the wood under her fingers. The edges bit like fire into her flesh, and heat poured through her, followed by the pain of the strike. She panted, trying to get on top of the pain, to find that place where she surfed it in and out, instead of being overwhelmed by it.
     
    She flinched away when the belt touched her skin