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Good God. The man had a way with words that had her nearly in a puddle on the floor.

“Do you understand me completely, baby?” And there it was, the Dominant who took control and had her knees weak.

“Yes, Sir.” She whispered and eyed the belt once more. He patted his knees and leaned back.

“Then bend over and take your punishment like a good girl.”

She didn’t move right away, but not wanting to disappoint him further, she started to climb on the couch. His hand on her ass stopped her.

“Lift your skirt up, baby, and pull your panties down.” Standing back up, she gripped the hem of the skirt and shimmied it up her thighs and over her hips.

The natural lighting had her feeling extremely uncomfortable, but all thoughts of Dietrich not liking what he saw fled when she saw his erection nearly stabbing through his pants.

“Go on, Blythe. Take the panties off.” His sight was trained on her crotch, and she swallowed before sliding them down her legs.

Could he see how wet the material was? After she stepped out of them, he patted his thighs again, and she placed her knee on the couch and moved over him. He adjusted her so her middle rested over his thighs, ones that seemed as large as tree trunks.

The muscle was hard and unyielding beneath her belly. Toes touching the ground, bare ass in the air, and tits hanging beneath her, she felt exposed and tense for what he was going to do.

“Such a pretty, full ass.” He smoothed his hands over the cheeks of her rear, but she continued to stay tense. She just didn’t feel comfortable all of a sudden, not when he could clearly see in broad daylight how large her backside really was, not to mention her wide hips.

His fingers speared between her legs and rubbed her moisture around, but he removed them as soon as he touched her, and she breathed out in frustration. A slight shift in his movements told her he reached for the belt.

There was no sweet talk this time. After touching her for only that second, he brought the belt down on her ass. A squeal left her, and pain cut through her flesh.

“You only get five this time, but if you don’t obey me in the future, I’ll make it more, and I’ll use the cane.”

The cane? Fear and … anticipation speared her. He brought the belt down again, this time on the back of her legs. After each strike, he caressed her, easing the discomfort away slightly, but always reminding her she must always obey.

Once he delivered the last one, tears streaked down her cheeks and onto the marble floor.

“My pretty girl.” He had her up and sitting in his lap seconds later.

He shifted beneath her, and the sound of a zipper being brought down and a wrapper being opened surrounded her. She didn’t have a moment to understand what his intentions were before he had his dick buried in her pussy.

A low, deep groan left him, and she exhaled roughly. He gripped her hips and started lifting her up and down on his cock. She was so wet for him, and feeling his thickness stretch every inch of her was exhilarating.

Her ass still burned from his punishment, but the pleasure he gave her morphed everything into one incredible sensation. Up and down, faster and harder, he worked her on his shaft like she was his instrument of pleasure, and it had Blythe cresting over.

Fortunately, he groaned out for her to come right along with him. Her inner muscles clenched around him, and wave after wave of exquisite torture filled her. When it was all said and done and his erection started to soften within her, he held her tightly.

Dietrich smoothed his hands down her hair, and whispered she was such a good submissive. The steady beat of his heart helped to lessen the pain, but she asked herself one very important question:

Was this really what she wanted?

Chapter Eighteen

Dietrich watched silently as Blythe adjusted her clothing and walked away. She dashed upstairs, and he wondered if he pushed her too hard. Sometimes his dominant side came out too forcefully.

Stellan had told him as much, but it was in his nature and something he couldn’t change. Blythe was clearly new to this lifestyle, and he had watched the fear, unease, and pleasure flash across her face on every occasion.

There was no doubt she was a submissive, but a sick feeling inside of him said he was moving too fast. Hadn’t his intentions been to go easy with her and introduce her into their lifestyle? Just weeks after meeting her, she had been fucked by him and Stellan in the playroom.

Blythe was a receptive little submissive, and one whom he wanted permanently in their lives, but did she want that? It wasn’t something he wanted to think too hard on, not when the thought of losing her was too difficult to understand.