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ass.
“Say it, Temperance,” he warned, bringing his arm back up.
“No!” she challenged, feeling half-insane. It had to be insanity to crave pain.
The next lash left a sharp burning pain against the tender skin of her butt cheek. His hand paled in comparison to the belt. Crueler, but oh, so much sweeter. It came down again, even harder, and she cried out, knowing she’d come away tonight with bruises. Who was she with him? A lust crazed masochist?
“Say it, Temperance.”
She sucked air through her teeth from the pain of her injured backside. “No,” she hissed.
He brought the belt down in four more hard whacks. Tears spilled from her eyes and she whimpered. Brent hauled her up onto her hands and knees, and turned her to face him. The condom was gone, and he pushed her head down, forcing his cock between her lips. She took him in, until she gagged, then greedily sucked as he balled her hair in his hands. He grunted as her head bobbed. He brought the belt down over her ass again. She squealed and tried to shove away, but he kept her in place with his free hand.
“You’re mine tonight,” he said. Whack went the belt. “Mine and only mine.”
Whack!
She tried to scream, the belt’s assault now becoming unbearable, but his girth gagged her.
Whack! “Oh fuck, Tippy, you’re incredible.” Whack!
His release pumped down her throat. She coughed when he let her go, and wiped her mouth of the salty alkaline taste. He pushed her back, and she winced as her abused bottom made contact with the bed. She’d be sleeping on her stomach for the next week. He thrust her thighs apart, and his fingers found her pussy. He worked her clit in hard circles, bringing her to the most powerful orgasm she’d ever known within moments. Her body seized with it, and she could only utter a strangled gasp.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard, and trembling. What the hell had she just done? The truth left her dizzy and half-afraid of what she might be feeling for Brent.
“I’m yours,” she said in a small voice that didn’t belong to her. She was a lost woman.
****
The intensity of their play left Brent at a loss. He stared down at the lusty little redhead sprawled on his bed. He’d never taken a woman like he had Tippy, and he worried he’d scared her. A virgin? What were you thinking? He’d intended a gentle seduction, not a mad fuckfest. He rubbed his hands over his face and left the bed, heading for the bathroom. He cleaned up then returned, carrying a moistened towel for Tippy to clean up with. She accepted it with a shy smile, not quite meeting his eyes.
Had he ruined things with her? He hadn’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. She took up all the free space in his brain. Days thinking of her, nights fantasizing about her, she was a fever he couldn’t shake. He walked into the living room, and blew out the candles then cleaned up their picnic meal. He didn’t think he could face Tippy, at least not for a few minutes. But those few minutes turned into an hour of him sitting on the couch, staring at the wall.
When he finally returned to Tippy, she lay face down, sound asleep. He eyed her pert little ass, the crisscross of belt welts reminding him of how he’d let himself be free with her. He stretched out alongside her, careful not to wake her, and lightly stroked her fiery red curls spread over her back.
Brent thought of his high school crush, but knew if they had gone out back then, he wouldn’t have appreciated her. Not in the way a man should appreciate someone like Tippy. She was all woman. A take-no-nonsense woman who needed a strong take-no-nonsense man at her side. What they had, what he felt when he was with her, wound around his heart, making it hard to breath. Love? But what did he know about love? He’d never loved a woman in a romantic way before, so he didn’t have a hard and fast definition for the emotion, which bothered him. His life was ruled by hard and fast
“Say it, Temperance,” he warned, bringing his arm back up.
“No!” she challenged, feeling half-insane. It had to be insanity to crave pain.
The next lash left a sharp burning pain against the tender skin of her butt cheek. His hand paled in comparison to the belt. Crueler, but oh, so much sweeter. It came down again, even harder, and she cried out, knowing she’d come away tonight with bruises. Who was she with him? A lust crazed masochist?
“Say it, Temperance.”
She sucked air through her teeth from the pain of her injured backside. “No,” she hissed.
He brought the belt down in four more hard whacks. Tears spilled from her eyes and she whimpered. Brent hauled her up onto her hands and knees, and turned her to face him. The condom was gone, and he pushed her head down, forcing his cock between her lips. She took him in, until she gagged, then greedily sucked as he balled her hair in his hands. He grunted as her head bobbed. He brought the belt down over her ass again. She squealed and tried to shove away, but he kept her in place with his free hand.
“You’re mine tonight,” he said. Whack went the belt. “Mine and only mine.”
Whack!
She tried to scream, the belt’s assault now becoming unbearable, but his girth gagged her.
Whack! “Oh fuck, Tippy, you’re incredible.” Whack!
His release pumped down her throat. She coughed when he let her go, and wiped her mouth of the salty alkaline taste. He pushed her back, and she winced as her abused bottom made contact with the bed. She’d be sleeping on her stomach for the next week. He thrust her thighs apart, and his fingers found her pussy. He worked her clit in hard circles, bringing her to the most powerful orgasm she’d ever known within moments. Her body seized with it, and she could only utter a strangled gasp.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard, and trembling. What the hell had she just done? The truth left her dizzy and half-afraid of what she might be feeling for Brent.
“I’m yours,” she said in a small voice that didn’t belong to her. She was a lost woman.
****
The intensity of their play left Brent at a loss. He stared down at the lusty little redhead sprawled on his bed. He’d never taken a woman like he had Tippy, and he worried he’d scared her. A virgin? What were you thinking? He’d intended a gentle seduction, not a mad fuckfest. He rubbed his hands over his face and left the bed, heading for the bathroom. He cleaned up then returned, carrying a moistened towel for Tippy to clean up with. She accepted it with a shy smile, not quite meeting his eyes.
Had he ruined things with her? He hadn’t felt this way about a woman in a long time. She took up all the free space in his brain. Days thinking of her, nights fantasizing about her, she was a fever he couldn’t shake. He walked into the living room, and blew out the candles then cleaned up their picnic meal. He didn’t think he could face Tippy, at least not for a few minutes. But those few minutes turned into an hour of him sitting on the couch, staring at the wall.
When he finally returned to Tippy, she lay face down, sound asleep. He eyed her pert little ass, the crisscross of belt welts reminding him of how he’d let himself be free with her. He stretched out alongside her, careful not to wake her, and lightly stroked her fiery red curls spread over her back.
Brent thought of his high school crush, but knew if they had gone out back then, he wouldn’t have appreciated her. Not in the way a man should appreciate someone like Tippy. She was all woman. A take-no-nonsense woman who needed a strong take-no-nonsense man at her side. What they had, what he felt when he was with her, wound around his heart, making it hard to breath. Love? But what did he know about love? He’d never loved a woman in a romantic way before, so he didn’t have a hard and fast definition for the emotion, which bothered him. His life was ruled by hard and fast
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