Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Whack. I hit her thighs once more and she buries her face in the end of the bed.
“Five.” She manages through a sob.
My eyes admire her sweat-covered body, loving the fresh bright red marks my belt left. I should do this every night. Just in case she tries to go out on the town without me. I want everyone to know she’s mine. That I’m her husband. I protect her and I own her.
I undo both ankles and she pulls on her arms thinking I’m releasing them next. “Bring your legs up underneath you,” I order and rip the pillow from under her hips. “I want your ass and cunt in the air for me to see.”
She lets out a cry of pain as she gets into the new position. I smile, knowing it’s stretching her freshly welted skin.
Undoing my zipper, I pull my hard cock out and get onto the bed, spreading her legs farther with my knees, slowly sliding into her. Loving her attempt to keep me out.
Leaning over her back, I command, “Open your mouth.” I shove my belt behind her teeth, forcing her to bite on it. Then I bring it around her head and slide the leather through the buckle, pulling it tight. I grip the excess in my hand, holding her head in place.
My other one slides between her trembling legs and feels her pussy. “You’re soaked, angel. Getting your ass spanked turned you on. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you acted out on purpose.”
She mumbles around the belt, and I smile to myself. Pulling my cock out, I look down and watch it disappear into her tight pussy.
I groan. “Fuck, Eve.” My breath catches and I pull back before slamming forward. Her back arches more, and I pull on the belt, forcing her head back. “Don’t come.” I growl. “This is about me. Not you.”
My girl acts out in order to be punished. She knows I’m not going to take it too far. This isn’t about hurting her. It’s about controlling her. My free hand slaps her ass right over one of the marks from my belt, and her cunt grips me in response. I do it again and she cries out around the belt in her mouth. “You’re doing so good, angel,” I tell her. “Taking my cock like a good whore.” I pull out and push forward. “Feel your pussy sucking me in?” I do it again. “You need me, angel.” I smack her ass again, and she begins to shake uncontrollably. “You better not come. If you do, I’ll tie your legs down and take my belt to your ass again.”
I’m panting and she’s crying. I pick up the pace, slamming into her cunt while my one hand holds the belt and my free hand grips her ass. My eyes drop to watch my slick cock fuck her.
Pulling my jeans up, I fasten them and then run my belt through the loops. I glance up to see her standing at the sink, staring down at her phone, her ass and thighs red from what I just did to her while my cum drips from her pussy. She didn’t get off. I’m going to make her beg me for that later.
My girl always does this. She’s able to avoid telling me what I want to know. I asked her about Adam, and she slammed her head into my face to get away from the conversation. There’s only one thing I need to know. “Do you love him?”
“What?”
I walk up behind her, turn her to face me, and her breathing accelerates. I grab her phone from her hand and place it on the counter, wanting all her attention.
I take her flushed face in my hand, forcing her eyes to mine. “Do you love him?” I repeat.
“Who?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
It doesn’t matter if she does, she’s mine. And like Sin once told me, he’d kill a brother for his wife. I’ll do the same if mine tries to take her from me. “Adam.”
That gets her attention. “No. Why would you ask that?” Her eyes search mine.
Letting go of her, I step back and push the bench back to the footboard of the bed and sit down on it. “He called me and said you were upset, and when I tried to talk to you, you completely shut me out. You took the time to go see him but won’t talk to me about it. There has to be something there, Eve.”
“There’s nothing there. I…” She hangs her head and sighs. “I don’t remember sleeping with him.” Glancing up at me through her lashes, she sniffs. “After Evan…” She looks away. “Things started to come back to me. But even after Adam showed me the picture, I still don’t remember.”
“Picture?” I question. What the fuck does she mean by that?