I do what he asks because I can’t possibly imagine my ass any redder than it already is. “I didn’t give him my heart if that’s what you want to know. I got that necklace because his daughter liked how it looked on me.”
It’s quiet for some time as he continues to stroke me. “If you believe my sincerity when I tell you I want you happy, then I’ll believe your words to be true.”
I take a breath and sigh. “Fine. I believe you.”
“Good.” I can hear him smirk. “But the road to happiness is filled with pain and pleasure … starting now.”
Easton spanks me again so hard I bounce up and down on his lap, and he scoots me off. “Get on the edge of the bed. Head on the bedding, knees on the floor.” He flicks the chain, so I move quickly. “Ass up.”
When I’m in position, my entire body is on display for him as he sits right beside me, and then he gets up and strolls around, probably taking in the view.
He groans out loud. “Every time I look at you, you get more beautiful.”
I rub my lips together to stop the smile and remind myself that this man isn’t capable of love. Because if he was, it would shatter everything I believe about him … and myself.
Easton wraps the chain around the bedpost and secures it tight. Then he walks off and returns seconds later with a few things in his hands; a dick-shaped dildo with suction and a thick leather crop.
Holy shit.
He sticks the dildo against the back of the bed and says, “Spread your legs and slide over it.”
I’m hesitant, but I do what he asks because of his glaring eyes. I swallow as my pussy slides over the toy, right where my clit is.
Suddenly, it begins to vibrate, and I jolt.
But with a single word, he manages to stop me from moving. “Stay.”
“What …?” I mutter as I turn my head, but the device in his hands already answers my question.
“Do you like it?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I got this specifically for you as a welcome home gift.”
Jesus, if this is his welcome home gift, I can’t fathom what our first wedding anniversary will look like. The rumbling between my legs is making my pussy wet already, and it’s only been seconds since he turned it on.
“That’s it … feel the vibrations coursing through your body, setting you on fire.”
The vibrator increases in speed, and a moan slips off my lips before I have a chance to shut my mouth.
“I can make it go harder,” he muses.
“Please …” I mutter. I don’t think I can take any more of this without falling apart.
“Please what?” he says with a deviant tone. “More?”
Before I can reply, he’s already pressed the button, setting off more vibrations that take me over completely. My legs tremble, and my hands falter as I try to hold myself up against the bed.
The crop smacks my ass, and all my muscles tense against the vibrator. A mixture of pain and pleasure ripples through my legs and ass, creating sweet, unwanted bliss.
“See how good it feels to surrender?” he says.
He slides the crop along my ass, all the way down to where the vibrator sits, crossing my pussy as if it’s no big deal. But I feel it. I feel every single touch, every ounce of pain, every drop of lust.
Another whack turns my brain off completely, and a loud moan escapes my mouth.
“Yes … let yourself go, Charlotte,” he murmurs. “Let it happen.”
Arousal bubbles to the surface, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when the crop lands on my red ass once again. Never in my life did I imagine I would ever do this, that I would let a man control me, use me, hurt me like this … and like it. So much that I’m almost ready to come right here, naked on his floor against the bed, fucked by a device instead of him.
“Why don’t you get it over with?” I mutter, delirious with need. “Why don’t you fuck me?”
“Because I want you to beg for it,” he says.
WHACK!
The crop lands on my other cheek, and delicious shockwaves travel through my body again.
I don’t know what to say or what to think. I can’t process my own thoughts, and I don’t even want to. It’s too good, too delicious, even though my body no longer feels my own. I’m chained to this bed, but every time the crop lands on my ass, I feel as free as a bird with its wings spread wide.
“And if you won’t, I will make you come and come until all you can do is beg for more.”
He smacks me once more, and the ripples are so intoxicating they send me into ecstasy. And I ride the vibrator as though it’s my last resort. I feel filthy, sinful, and everything he said I would be in his possession, but I don’t even care anymore. All I want is to fly high and find my release.