My nipples stiffen under my shirt. I obey, excited when I see he’s right behind me, following me in. He leans in the doorway and watches me undress as he finishes rolling up his sleeves. My hands tremble unbuttoning my jeans and pulling off my fitted top. I turn to face him, and every inch of my skin heats under his gaze.
“All of them?” I whisper-croak.
He nods, his dark gaze gleaming.
I unhook my bra and toss it on the floor, then step out of my panties.
He unbuckles his belt and slides it out of the loops.
Oh boy. I take a step backward, a whimper crooning in my throat.
He grabs both the pillows from the bed and stacks them on top of one another at the side. “Lie over these.”
My heart thuds. My feet don’t move.
Bobby waits. “Come on, doll. Take your punishment.”
I want to be his good girl. I must crave a little degradation and pain because I’m excited as I stumble forward, climbing over the pillows to lie down as he instructed. My heart continues to thud, but I’m definitely wet between my legs.
He trails his fingers lightly across my ass and down the back of my thigh. “Good girl.”
There are those two words again. I don’t know why they have such an effect on me, but they do. I crave his praise. Want to satisfy him. To please him.
He winds the buckle end of his belt around his fist, and I try to contain my anxiety by biting the bedspread. I hear the sound a split second before I feel the first lick of leather across my ass. The line of fire surprises me with its sting, but it’s not nearly as terrible as I feared. I jump as he lays down the next stripe and the following. Again and again, he brings the belt down, burning my bare flesh with each stroke. I wriggle and roll under the continuous onslaught and find myself counting strokes as a way of managing the intensity. After the first ten, it gets easier, the shock wearing away as my entire ass grows hot. After fifteen though, panic returns.
“Please! I’m sorry!” I gasp.
Bobby doesn’t answer, just continues snapping the leather across my tender cheeks.
“Bobby! Please! Please?” I reach back and try to cover my ass, but he catches my wrist and bends it behind my back, restraining me.
“It’s over when I decide, Lexi.”
Something about his words and the way he’s pinning me down flips a switch in me, desire flaring alongside the pain. I want him to go on, want more of his leather, the bite of his belt morphing into something almost pleasurable. Almost, but not quite.
I struggle against his hold, my hips undulating more wantonly now. “Please,” I beg, though I hardly know what I want. “Please.”
He stops and rubs my smarting ass. “Do you call me at home, Lex?” His voice is soft. As soothing as his touch.
“Never,” I whimper.
“Do you talk about me with other people? Give out my number?”
“No, Bobby.”
“Good girl.”
Pleasure flushes through me viscerally.
He releases the wrist he pinned and strokes his hand down the length of my back to rest on my smarting ass. “You took that so well.” He’s all praise now, and his praise is definitely my kink.
I moan at his touch, lost in the endorphins from the pain and the flames of need. I part my legs–an offering. Or maybe a request.
He immediately slides two fingers between them, and I moan softly. “You need me to hold you, or are you ready for my cock?” His voice is deep and gravelly, like he got even more turned on by my punishment than I did.
“I’m ready,” I murmur.
ChapterEight