Another little whimper was all the response he got before he pulled the belt from its loops and folded it in half. He tapped the leather against her bottom twice, then pulled his arm back and let it fly.
"Fuck!" The curse seemed to burst out of her, but she didn't move from her position. "Daddy, that hurt!"
"I'm sure it did, little one." Reaching out, he stroked the slightly raised red mark marring her otherwise perfect skin. The welts from the switching he'd given her earlier had already faded. He'd deliberately held back then, wanting to give her just enough for her to feel how much he loved her and to give her the release she needed.
He wasn't going to hold back, now. They'd both be left unsatisfied if he did. With that thought in mind, he shifted back and whipped the belt across her bottom again. A second welt appeared on her skin, and she stomped her foot in response.
Shaking his head, he snapped the belt across her skin three more times in quick succession. Evie squealed and kicked her legs up to protect her bottom.
"Feet on the floor, Evelyn. Or your ass will be as red as the bottoms of those shoes before we're done."
Whether it was the threat itself or the steel he'd put in his voice, she obeyed immediately. As soon as she was back in position, he gave her another five all in a row, without giving her a chance to move.
"Daddy! Stop! It's too much!"
Taking pity on her, he stepped forward and ran his hand over her blazing, welted skin. "What color are you, Evie?"
"It hurts, Daddy," she whined.
"I know. But that's not what I asked. What's your color, baby?"
Sighing, she shifted under his touch. "Green, Sir."
"Good. I just wanted to make sure it's not really too much."
"I guess not. It does hurt, though! I thought we were playing!" Twisting her torso, she pouted up at him, her accusations clear in her eyes.
"We are. But you were still naughty, weren't you?"
"Maybe a little naughty," she conceded with another sigh.
"Which is why this is just a little bit of punishment." He stroked her for a little while longer until he felt her relax. "Do you want another minute, or are you ready to finish up?"
"I'm ready, Daddy."
God, if she called him Daddy like that one more time, with that sweet, high voice, he was going to lose control before he even got her panties off of her. Stepping back, he raised his arm then swung it down, harder than before. He gave her the last five quickly again, but he put a little more force behind each one.
When he'd finished, she collapsed against the couch, panting. Dropping the belt, he admired his handiwork. The deep blue against the red of the welts he'd left her was a picture he'd carry with him until the day he died. Grinning at the thought, he dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone to snap a picture.
"I think I'm going to make this the wallpaper on my phone," he said before placing the phone onto the couch where she could see it.
"Don't you dare!" With a shocked gasp, she reached for the phone. "Delete it, right now!"
"Hands on the cushion, Evelyn," he snapped, making sure there could be no doubt in her mind he'd given her an order he expected her to obey.
Her hand hovered over the phone for a moment before she returned to her previous position. Jason unsnapped the button of his jeans and began to strip as he lectured.
"You know I would never embarrass you. My pictures are stored in a safe place. Not a cloud. And I would never allow anyone to see you like this." Palming one reddened cheek, he gave it a firm squeeze. "This is all for me. Nobody else gets to see you on display like this. Ever. Do you believe me?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
"Good girl." Slipping his fingers under the elastic of her panties, he slid them down her legs until they pooled at her feet. "Step out, then feet apart."
As soon as she'd done as he'd instructed, he stepped behind her and thrust into her. "Fuck, baby." Buried to the hilt inside of her, he paused to give himself a moment to collect himself before he embarrassed them both by finishing too early. Once he had a firm grip on his self-control again, he moved. There was no gentle joining of two lovers this time. Although he took his time, every movement was a brutal claiming, branding her as his.
"Who do you belong to, little one?"
"You, Daddy." Moaning, she pushed back against him, meeting him, matching him need for need.