Page 89 of Dominion
He stood behind her now, sliding his hands under her blouse to cup her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, and he pinched and twisted them, finding that perfect balance of pain and pleasure that put her over the edge.
Having her arms lifted overhead made her breasts feel all the more vulnerable, and she twisted, trying to protect herself.
He unzipped her skirt and let it fall in a puddle at her feet. Her panties came off next, then he began to unbutton her blouse, still standing behind her. It felt intimate and sensuous to have him undressing her like a child.
She heard the whoosh of his belt sliding out of the loops and goosebumps raised on her arms.
“Spread your legs.”
Although he had her strung up almost to her tiptoes, she managed to widen her stance.
“If you move, my belt will catch your hip or thigh and you won’t like that. Can you hold still for your spanking, Ashley?”
“Yes, sir,” she murmured.
“Good girl.”
He wound the belt buckle end around his fist and let it fly, catching her right across the middle of her buttocks.
She shrieked, her feet leaving the floor, her body skittering to the side, suspended by the ropes over the door.
“What did I say about holding still?”
“Sorry,” she gasped, putting her toes out to stop her and scrambling back into position.
He swung the belt again.
Another searing stripe landed across her ass.
This time she managed not to jump away, but just barely.
She drew in a shaky breath and held it.
Another stripe, then another. Each one he laid seemed worse than the one before, and the earliest ones had begun to burn and smart with a delayed onset of pain.
He caught her across the backs of her thighs and she howled in protest, but miraculously managed not to move. Another stroke, then another until her entire bottom was blazing and her breath came in little pants.
“Three more,” he announced.
She thought he might go easier on her, but they were the worst yet, stripes laid across stripes, lines of fire that made her bite her lip and tears spring into her eyes.
He dropped the belt and caught her up by the waist, lifting her weight off the floor to free her from the doorway. When he lowered her and turned her around, she leaped at him, wrapping her legs around his waist and putting her bound wrists over his head.
He carried her to the bed and set her down, extricating himself from her stranglehold. “Your punishment is almost over,” he said as he unwound the rope from her wrists. He turned her and pushed her torso down so she folded over the edge of the bed.
“From now on, any time I have to punish you for something serious, you will be taking it in the ass afterward.”
She shivered, half excited, half terrified. The size of Ben’s cock made this punishment all the more daunting, even if she hadn’t been an anal sex virgin.
He walked around to the bedside table, where he picked up a tube of lubricant.
“Reach back and hold your cheeks apart for me.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, humiliated by the instructions. Her body seemed to love his degradation, though, her pussy leaking arousal onto her thighs as she obeyed. She flinched at the touch of the lubricant, cool and slick against her quivering anus.
Ben unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor. He never wore boxers or briefs because they only impeded him if he wanted to shift quickly. His manhood stood out now, in its full glory, waving at her ass with intent.
She turned back to face the bed and grasped a fistful of the covers.