Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Asad
Sliding the belt through the loops of his pants, Asad doubled it over in one hand.
Morgan’s gaze followed the path of his belt, her little pink tongue flicking out over her lower lip in anticipation before she blinked and looked up to meet his eyes.
The air around them felt different, as though they were standing in their own little bubble, the rest of the world outside the room separate from them.
He felt lighter, freer than he had in days.
“Oh, no.” Morgan pressed her hands against her chest, but a little smile curled the edges of her lips. “I didn’t mean to tease you, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s too late for that, baby.” He tapped the folded-over belt against his leg.
The scenes he’d done with Morgan had never involved role play before.
To be honest, he hadn’t really intended for it to happen this time.
He’d been completely sincere when he’d said she’d been teasing him all day.
He certainly wasn’t going to object to it, though.
“Naughty girls get the belt. And you’re not going to make a sound while I do it. ”
A shiver went through her, but it was one of excitement, not fear. Asad could tell. For Morgan, an implement like the belt was more of a reward than a punishment. Would it hurt? Yes. But she was a masochist, so she wanted it to hurt.
And Asad was a sadist, so he enjoyed making her hurt.
Normally, he would want to hear all the delightful sounds she made while he hurt her, but they were in a hotel.
There was a club nearby… but the owner happened to be the father of another Dom whom both Asad and Morgan knew, so going there was probably not the best idea.
This room was their best place for privacy, even though it would mean they needed to be quiet.
“Please, I’ll be good,” she whispered, backing up toward the bed, her hands clasped in front of her, upper arms pushing her breast together enticingly.
Little tease.
He barely managed to hold back his smile. That would ruin his ‘stern disciplinarian’ role.
“Then show me. Be a good girl and pull down your shorts and bend over the bed.” As soon as he gave the order, he could see the warring desire in her eyes.
Part of her wanted to say ‘no’ and turn it into a force scene while part of her realized that was probably not the best idea when they were trying to be quiet in a hotel room.
Discretion won out, but Asad made a mental note.
They would be able to scene again when they returned to Stronghold.
If Morgan wanted a consenting non-con scene in the future, he would be happy to oblige.
He doubted anyone else would, considering her background, but it made sense to him—he didn’t think she’d ever been allowed to say ‘no’ and still get what she wanted. Of course, it was a fantasy for her.
Turning around, Morgan made a show of reluctance as she tugged her shorts down and bent over, revealing a very cute pair of lacy undies. The white lace hugged her curves, the gusset damp from her arousal. Asad’s cock, already thickening, immediately hardened to fully erect.
Was there a part of him still worried this would all blow up in his face?
Sure.
But it wasn’t going to stop him.
Morgan had the right to decide what she wanted. As a good Dom, it was his duty to provide it to her.
Could he give her an orgasm without sex? Absolutely. But that wasn’t what she’d asked for. More than anything else, she wanted to make her own choices. She needed to. For this week, she’d chosen him and sex.
And, most importantly, no one will know.
Bracing her forearms on the bed, Morgan peeked over her shoulder at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
“Please, Sir, I’m sorry I teased you all day. I’ll suck your cock to make it better.” There was a hint of laughter in her voice, though she managed to suppress any actual giggles.
Asad shook his head, shaking away his own desire to laugh as well as denying her. Which was exactly what she wanted.
“No, baby, first you’re going to pay the price for teasing me.
Then, maybe, if you take the belt like a good girl, I’ll let you suck my dick.
” Yeah, he was definitely going to have her suck his dick before he fucked her.
Morgan gave fantastic head. But he liked the idea of making her ‘earn it,’ and from the way her eyes lit up, so did she.
“I’ll be good, Sir, I promise. Please, just don’t spank me too hard.”
Asad nearly snorted. She’d be disappointed if he didn’t spank her hard enough, but he appreciated the effort.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go easy on you since this is your first offense this week. Don’t expect me to be so gentle after this.”
He almost ruined his line and snickered as her expression fell. As a sadist, he definitely wasn’t past a little mental torment to go with the physical. Fucking with her head and pretending he was going to go light on her was almost as fun as actually spanking her.
Stepping to her side, so he was in position to wield the belt, he didn’t lift it immediately.
Instead, he hooked his fingers into her panties and began to slowly drag them down over her ass to join her shorts around her knees.
Morgan wriggled a little, maybe to help and maybe because she was aroused.
Lowering her own shorts was its own kind of submissive humiliation; having her underwear slowly stripped away was another.
Were the gossamer thin panties going to do much to protect her bottom?
Absolutely not. Her shorts wouldn’t have done much, either, but removing her own shorts at his order emphasized submission to his command, then stripping her of the last line of her defenses—negligible though it was—would have a mental effect.
“There we go,” he said with satisfaction, running his hand back up her thigh and over her upturned bottom. “Now it’s time for your punishment.”
Morgan
Excitement thrilled through Morgan. This was why she liked scening with Master Asad.
He was willing to do the kind of scenes with her that no one else was.
Any other Dom at Stronghold would have worried that a domestic discipline scene was too close to her past for her to enjoy.
They’d have tiptoed around every possible trigger rather than trusting her to use her safewords.
Master Asad just dove right in.
Although she was a little worried he wasn’t going to spank her hard enough.
The first slap of his belt against her upturned bottom seemed to confirm that fear. It hurt, the way a belt would always hurt when it snapped against flesh, but he’d been very gentle, and the light sting didn’t nearly satisfy her.
It was… a tease. The way she’d teased him today.
Oh, that mean, sadistic Dom.
Morgan groaned, dropping her head down as she realized what he was doing—making the punishment fit the crime.
“Oh, was that too rough, baby?” Master Asad said with false sympathy. “Maybe I should just use my hand.”
“No!” Not that he couldn’t spank her hard with his hand, but she’d been anticipating the leather from his belt—wanting it.
Switching to his hand would be another form of torment for her, and not the fun, painful kind she really wanted.
That she craved. “I mean, please, Sir, I won’t feel fully absolved of my transgressions without a proper punishment. ”
He coughed, and she was pretty sure he was covering up a laugh, which made her smile. Thankfully, he couldn’t see it because that would have ruined the little game they were playing. She canted her hips upward, offering her ass for more punishment.
Belts were something she’d been unfamiliar with as an implement before coming to Stronghold.
She’d known paddles, floggers, canes, and whips in their many variations, but belts…
not so much. And she did like the leather.
It could be stingy but gentle, the way he’d just done, or it could bite into her flesh deep enough that she’d feel it the next day—which was her favorite.
“Very well, baby. I’ll make sure you get your deserved punishment.”
This time, the belt came down much harder.
Morgan moaned, her toes curling at the stinging, throbbing sensation that flared through her.
The top surface of her skin flamed, but where she really felt it was an inch or two into the soft flesh of her ass.
It ached underneath where the belt had hit and made her pussy ache in return.
She dropped her head as the belt came down again, leaving a welt just under the previous one. Master Asad’s hand brushed over both marks, so she could feel the way her bottom was already swelling.
She was going to feel this tomorrow.
Good.
That was exactly what she wanted. It would help keep her calm and centered since tomorrow, she was going to be on her own a little more since Asad would be helping his brother.
She was going to watch the event, then in the afternoon she had an appointment with Mistress Julie, during which they were definitely going to talk about this whole ‘no sex’ edict that no one told her about.
She had a feeling Mistress Julie didn’t know, either. Her therapist would have never approved. And it meant a lot to her that she could trust that.
Knowing she was finally getting what she wanted—needed—allowed her to relax into the strokes of the belt as Master Asad laid them down horizontally across her ass.
They hurt. Burned. And stoked the fires of her arousal, making her squirm and moan.
When he reached the sensitive spot where the curve of her bottom met her thighs, she pressed her face against the mattress to cry out, suddenly acutely aware of the rooms on either side of them.
She’d never had to worry about being quiet before.
There was something rather exciting about it, about muffling the sounds she was making because someone might overhear them.
Being watched, being listened to, those things were so normal that trying to hide was as arousing as the burning lick of leather against her skin.