More indignation rushes me as I still can’t help fighting back. My mouth opens, and I start to tell him he doesn’t get to tell me what to do. He shuts me up with something that’s five times worse than the spank of his hand.
The lash of his belt disrupts any thought in my head.
I scream as he brings the belt down on my ass cheek, and my body involuntarily jerks in response.
“Ow! Ronan!” I cry. “What do you think?—”
Thwack!
The belt comes down a second time, rendering me speechless and shocked all at once. The leather kisses my soft, supple skin and leaves hot fire in its wake.
It’s concentrated, all in one spot that he’s lashed twice.
“Keep making this harder on yourself, princess,” he says. “It’s no difference to me. I enjoy seeing how that beautiful brown skin turns red. How soon I’ll have you dripping wet.”
I flinch as his fingers suddenly find my bare pussy and he roughly rubs my folds, parting them and exploring.
Dipping into me, two digits thick and intrusive.
His touch ignites an instantaneous heat inside me. I’m left squirming against him as he slides them in and then out. His knuckles graze my labia some more. More teasing that’s both sudden and confusing.
“Since you’re unclear on how things should be, I’ll lay them out for you. You’re not to do anything I don’t approve of first,” he explains. “That means you don’t go anywhere. You don’t associate with anyone. You don’t do shit but stay put and look pretty. Are we clear?”
When I’m defiant and silent, I’m made to pay for it. A couple seconds pass of me refusing to answer before he’s making me answer in a different way—by yelping in pain as he brings the belt down yet again, and the sharp sting explodes on my ass.
“What was that?” he demands in a growl. “Answer me!”
“YES!” I cry out desperately. “Yes, I get it… damn!”
“Not good enough, princess. You don’t sound like you do.”
“That’s because it’s not fair that you?—”
Smack!
The belt crashes down over my ass yet again, igniting a rush of heat. My eyes clench shut as I’m forced to take the punishment, and my whole body writhes in place. My ass is on fire, burning as he’s now started to strike different spots.
But my pussy throbs along now.
His touch has reminded her how good he can make me feel. How he’d made me come on our wedding night. She throbs away, aching and hungry for more.
I bury my face into the duvet and fight the confusion that’s taken root. It doesn’t make any sense how I can feel so many conflicting emotions.
How I could be angry and defiant while hurt and humiliated. How I could be getting aroused and turned on as the belt rains down and my ass burns.
Then his fingers return to my pussy and remind me how his big dick had filled me up. How he fucked me so good, no amount of masturbating with my pillow could ever compare.
“Ronan…” I whimper as he pumps his fingers in my pussy and my ass cheeks throb with pained heat. “P-please…”
“I have to be honest, princess,” he says. “I like hearing you beg. But the time for mercy has passed. We’re nowhere close to being done. Not ’til I know you understand.”
His hands disappear from my ass and pussy.
He steps away from the bed and disappears into our huge closet.
I squirm on the bed, trying to push myself up on my knees without the use of my hands. If I can just get up and make it to the door…
I’m so desperate I don’t think of what I’d even do once I reach it. It’s not as if I have use of my hands to undo the lock and turn the knob. But I have to trysomethingas Ronan’s temporarily away.