The belt crashed down, harder than before, and lower. Right across the curve of her ass. Another lash, just above that one. He was a man on a mission, with a job to do. The last three lashes came fast and hard. Harder than she could comprehend.
By the time the last of the ten were delivered, her throat burned almost as much as her backside. The raw pain resonated through her entire body. Leaning against the bars, she let herself cry, sniffling and mentally chiding herself for letting him see how much he’d gotten into her head.
His body blanketed her, pressing her into the bars of the cage. Her cage. Warm hands ran down her sides until he reached her hips. Traveling forward, she closed her eyes against his fingers making their way to what she knew would be her wet desires.
“You took your whipping well, pet.” His jeans grazed her raw ass and she winced, sucking in air and crying even more into the crook of her arm. One finger found her clit. “So wet,” he whispered into her ear. “So damn wet for me, even when it hurts. Even when you’ve been punished for being so naughty, so damn naughty, your pussy knows what to do. For me. Because this pussy,” he cupped her mound and pulled back, pressing her ass further against his jeans, “this pussy is mine, now, pet. All mine.”
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