Chapter 12 #2
“Good girl.” Master Asad brought the belt down on a diagonal, crossing all the previous welts he’d left before.
She cried out against the mattress again, panting for breath as the delicious pain coiled through her and turned to searing pleasure.
It came down again, making another diagonal, so there would be an X across her ass.
The fire licked her skin, stoking the heat in her core, and her pussy clenched emptily.
Master Asad ran his fingers over the ridges of the welts, stimulating her sensitive skin, making her writhe against the bed.
Everything was so focused on her ass, the myriad of sensations so localized, the rest of her was aching for attention.
“I was going to do your thighs, but I think your skirts might not go low enough,” Master Asad murmured.
Morgan squeezed her thighs together. She wanted the belt against them, but she worried he was right. She had several dresses for the week, and none of them was super short, but the skirts were flowy, and she didn’t want them lifting up to reveal anything.
“Turn over onto your back and roll onto the bed.”
A little unsure of how he wanted her positioned, Morgan did her best, and he helped move her where he wanted her.
She ended up perpendicular to him, her hands stretched toward the headboard of the bed, arms resting on the pillow, while he reached down to strip her shorts and underwear completely off.
Still wearing her shirt, she was now naked from the waist down, and somehow, it made her feel more vulnerable than being fully naked—just like when he’d pulled down her panties to expose her bottom.
There was something about being partially clothed that made the parts of her that didn’t have clothes feel even more laid bare.
Her breasts stood up on her chest, nipples pointed toward the ceiling.
The lack of sag when she was on her back was one of the indicators of her implants.
Morgan couldn’t help but glance up to see Master Asad’s reaction, the way she always did when a Dom focused on her breasts.
Some liked them, some were indifferent, and some…
well, they judged. She’d never seen anything but appreciation in Master Asad’s eyes, and this time was no different, which allowed her to relax even further.
Reaching down, he pulled up her shirt above her breasts and tugged down her bra, exposing them completely but framing them with her clothing. Morgan wriggled, making them jiggle a little, and Master Asad couldn’t hide the flash of his smile.
“Very pretty,” he commented, reaching down to palm one with his warm hand, giving it a caress before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her moan. When her lips parted, he shoved her balled-up underwear between them.
As gags went, she doubted it would be very effective, but her arousal shot up even higher.
She could taste the faintest hint of her cream on the cloth, and the dry lace in her mouth would help her remember to be quiet, even if it didn’t actually muffle much of her sounds.
Her tongue rubbed against the fabric, unable to leave it alone.
It had been a while since she’d tasted herself, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about the memory. Not bad, but not good either. It was just there, unable to hurt her, though it didn’t arouse her.
“Don’t move your hands,” he ordered before bringing his hand down on her breast. Morgan moaned, arching her back up as he began to spank her breasts, making them jiggle with every hard slap.
He didn’t start off overly gentle, as he had with her ass, but each sharp smack seemed to be growing in intensity, turning the skin of her breasts from creamy white to bright pink.
Nothing that would linger long enough to show in the morning but certainly enough to make her squirm and writhe.
Then, rather than stopping there, he lifted the belt and brought it down across both breasts at the same time.
Morgan’s jaw clenched against her high-pitched cry, her back arching as her nipples exploded under the lash. It hurt—it hurt so bad—as the stinging, throbbing sensation shot straight through to her core, making her pulse as her ears rang.
Fuck.
No one had ever used a belt on her breasts before. When she looked down at her stretched out body, panting for breath through her nose, she could see the pink welt across both mounds. Her nipples were darker red than usual and standing even more erect, swollen from the abuse.
“Good girl. One more.”
Yes, please.
This time more prepared for the sensation, she didn’t cry out, though she did suck in air through her nose as tears sparked in her eyes.
The belt went directly over her nipples again, horizontally, hitting her most sensitive spots while simultaneously ensuring that nothing she wore would show the marks.
Fuck that hurt so good. Her nipples felt like they were about to burst. She wished he had clamps to pinch them more tightly and confine them, flatten them out.
“Now, spread your legs.” His voice was deep, dark as he gave the command.
Her legs parted automatically as she floated on a sea of erotic pain. More. She wanted more. Needed it. She was so close to the precipice, and he was going to push her over it.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Her thighs spread apart wide, opening for him, and when the belt came down between her legs, the shocking exquisite agony of leather against her swollen lips and clit sent her soaring.
Hot bliss exploded within her, and she felt his hand cover her mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy the panties had barely muted.