The belt

She knew she was in trouble when he looked down at her, kneeling naked at his feet, with that look of slight disappointment. His face had a menacing feel to it but she could still see that twinkle in his eyes.

She watched as he undid each cuff and slowly rolled his sleeves up, one at a time. Then he reached for the buckle on his belt, his intention now was very clear. All the while he held her gaze with his eyes. She knew what was about to happen but she couldn’t run, didn’t want to run.

He emphatically undid the buckle and pulled it from round his waist, the sound of the belt as it slid out from the loops made her spine tingle and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She watched as he folded it in half, wrapping the buckle around his wrist, keeping it tucked out the way. He commanded her to bend over the end of the bed, the anticipation building, he stroked the belt over her exposed buttocks, the cool, smooth leather caressed her skin. Her thighs became sticky with her juices. He took his time, making her wait, the tension in the air palpable.

She sensed him raising his arm and awaited the pain as the once cool kiss of the leather turns into a searing heat, with each stroke the burn gets more intense, she cried out, she sucked air through her teeth, but deep down she felt so alive. She has no idea how long it had lasted but finally he stopped. She felt his hand gentle stroking her once pale bottom, feeling the heat, scraping his nails across the welts accentuating the pain for a split second. As he did so he popped open the buttons of his jeans, his hard cock released at last. He bends over her, his cock brushing over her hot bottom, knowing she took the punishment for him made his cock stir.

He slid his cock between her cheeks until he found her wet waiting pussy, he pushed in and groaned as she enveloped him. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, building up speed he pounded into her, his hips ground against her still sore cheeks. He let go of her hair, reached his hand beneath her and found her clit, gently stroked it in the way he knew would drive her mad. He could feel her on the edge and held her there for as long as he dared. She gasped and begged him to let her cum, when he knew she couldn’t have taken anymore he growled into her ear “cum for me my little slut”, at his request she gave in and let her orgasm wash over her, her pussy squeezed his cock making him moan aloud again. Once she had calmed he pulled out walked round to the side of the bed grasped her chin in his hand and pushed his cock into her waiting mouth. He thrust into her, making her taste herself on him, the look on her face was too much and pushed him over the edge into his own orgasm. He pulled away and she was left with the taste of both their orgasms woven together, he leant forward and kissed the top of her head, smiled at her and held her tight in his arms.