Chapter 10 #2
Ronan’s palm collides with my ass cheek and interrupts any train of thought I had.
I flinch against the smack, a sharp sting radiating from the area he spanked. It renders me speechless for a couple seconds ’til anger and indignation flood me.
“If you think you’re going to spank me like some—”
Smack!
His palm collides with my ass even harder this time. Once again, I’m shut up by the sting.
“What was that, princess?” he asks. “What were you saying? See, you’re still mistaken thinking you call the shots. As if it matters what you’ve got to say. That couldn’t be further from the truth. You don’t understand how things work around here. But you’re about to.”
There’s a loud clang and some rustling that captures my attention. I roll partially onto my side, craning my neck so I can look at what’s going on behind me. A gasp sticks in my throat as I glance over and watch Ronan unbuckle his belt and fold it in half.
“What do you think you’re—”
“Stop talking,” he interrupts coldly. His hand clamps down on my shoulder and he pushes me back against the mattress, forcing me to lay flat again. “It’s time for you to listen. For you to understand how things’ll be.”
But the panic is rising like a tidal wave inside me and refuses to be shunned. As he pins me against the mattress and pulls the leather belt tight, I’m left panicking in fight or flight mode.
I squirm, my arms pulling at my binds while my legs jerk out.
None of it matters to Ronan. I’m kept exactly where I am as he holds the folded belt and tells me exactly what’s on his mind.
“You are a Callahan wife now,” he starts in a stern, hoarse tone. “Which means your place is at home. You’re to be obedient and well-behaved. You’re to be seen, not heard.”
More indignation rushes me as I still can’t help fighting back. My mouth opens, and I start to tell him he doesn’t get to tell me what to do. He shuts me up with something that’s five times worse than the spank of his hand.
The lash of his belt disrupts any thought in my head.
I scream as he brings the belt down on my ass cheek, and my body involuntarily jerks in response.
“Ow! Ronan!” I cry. “What do you think—”
Thwack!
The belt comes down a second time, rendering me speechless and shocked all at once. The leather kisses my soft, supple skin and leaves hot fire in its wake.
It’s concentrated, all in one spot that he’s lashed twice.
“Keep making this harder on yourself, princess,” he says. “It’s no difference to me. I enjoy seeing how that beautiful brown skin turns red. How soon I’ll have you dripping wet.”
I flinch as his fingers suddenly find my bare pussy and he roughly rubs my folds, parting them and exploring.
Dipping into me, two digits thick and intrusive.
His touch ignites an instantaneous heat inside me. I’m left squirming against him as he slides them in and then out. His knuckles graze my labia some more. More teasing that’s both sudden and confusing.
“Since you’re unclear on how things should be, I’ll lay them out for you. You’re not to do anything I don’t approve of first,” he explains. “That means you don’t go anywhere. You don’t associate with anyone. You don’t do shit but stay put and look pretty. Are we clear?”
When I’m defiant and silent, I’m made to pay for it. A couple seconds pass of me refusing to answer before he’s making me answer in a different way—by yelping in pain as he brings the belt down yet again, and the sharp sting explodes on my ass.
“What was that?” he demands in a growl. “Answer me!”
“YES!” I cry out desperately. “Yes, I get it… damn!”
“Not good enough, princess. You don’t sound like you do.”
“That’s because it’s not fair that you—”
Smack!
The belt crashes down over my ass yet again, igniting a rush of heat. My eyes clench shut as I’m forced to take the punishment, and my whole body writhes in place. My ass is on fire, burning as he’s now started to strike different spots.
But my pussy throbs along now.
His touch has reminded her how good he can make me feel. How he’d made me come on our wedding night. She throbs away, aching and hungry for more.
I bury my face into the duvet and fight the confusion that’s taken root. It doesn’t make any sense how I can feel so many conflicting emotions.
How I could be angry and defiant while hurt and humiliated. How I could be getting aroused and turned on as the belt rains down and my ass burns.
Then his fingers return to my pussy and remind me how his big dick had filled me up. How he fucked me so good, no amount of masturbating with my pillow could ever compare.
“Ronan…” I whimper as he pumps his fingers in my pussy and my ass cheeks throb with pained heat. “P-please…”
“I have to be honest, princess,” he says. “I like hearing you beg. But the time for mercy has passed. We’re nowhere close to being done. Not ’til I know you understand.”
His hands disappear from my ass and pussy.
He steps away from the bed and disappears into our huge closet.
I squirm on the bed, trying to push myself up on my knees without the use of my hands. If I can just get up and make it to the door…
I’m so desperate I don’t think of what I’d even do once I reach it. It’s not as if I have use of my hands to undo the lock and turn the knob. But I have to try something as Ronan’s temporarily away.
I don’t make it quickly enough. I’m still pushing myself up when he returns with what looks like a plain briefcase. He sets it down on the bed and snaps it open.
“Ronan, take off this binding!” I demand desperately. “Take it off please.”
“We’re not done yet. You know that. It’s time to make sure you have a lasting impression.
That you really understand. And it’s your ass that’s going to make you.
Every time it aches, every time you shift in your seat because you’re sore, you’ll remember.
Since that tight little pussy of yours was unused, I’m guessing your other hole might be too. That’s about to change.”
My eyes widen. “Ronan, stop messing around! That isn’t funny—let me out of this binding! Right now… I don’t… I don’t want to do this anymore!”
“You’ll enjoy it more than you’ll admit, princess.” His fingers find my pussy again, my lips now slick with my arousal. “Your pussy’s nice and wet. Bet you’d like me to fuck you again. But you don’t deserve my cock. Not right now.”
A frustrated cry bubbles up inside me as he’s busy flipping the cap of a clear bottle he’s pulled out of the briefcase. The plastic bottle crinkles as he squeezes it and squirts icy cool liquid onto my bare ass.
Lube.
He’s squirting me with lube to prepare for…
A shudder racks through my body. I bury my face back into the duvet and urge myself to think of something to say. Something to get him to see reason and stop this punishment.
But it’s useless as he coats my round ass in the slick lube and then rubs it into my supple skin with his rough hands. It becomes a massage that… sort of feels good.
Especially after all the smarting, burning pain.
I have to clamp my mouth shut to keep from moaning. Actively block out the thoughts about how much I like his hands on me.
Ronan massages my ass and then returns to my pussy, slicking his two fingers back inside me. His thumb presses against my clit. He pleasures me like this, taunting and teasing, when we both know this isn’t about my pleasure.
This is about teaching me a lesson. This is about his dominance.
His fingers vanish again, and the mattress shakes with his added weight. He’s climbed on, kneeling behind me as he sets down the lube and grabs something else.
It only takes me another second to realize what it is.
A small, bejeweled anal plug.
Maybe the tiniest one I’ve ever seen. He’s slicked that with lube too and takes it in hand as he kneels behind me.
“This is gonna take some work,” he prefaces. “Your tight little asshole has never been penetrated… and it’s gonna be intense as this enters you. But it’s small. It’s for beginners. It’s a good thing I’m kind enough to use lube, isn’t it, princess?”
“Ronan! Stop right… don’t you… ah!”
I jerk against the sudden pressure at my asshole. It’s the first real time I’m ever feeling something trying to penetrate that hole rather than exit. The sensation is so foreign, tension cinches my entire body.
I’m left locking up against him as he pushes more insistently, and I realize it’s not the plug just yet. It’s his fingers. His fingers pushing against the tiny hole, trying to slide inside thanks to all the lube he’s drenched me with.
It’s not easy. It’s not quick.
I cry out and tense up even more as he pins me to the mattress and works a finger inside me. He gets me to spread enough for the first digit and eventually the second. Twisting and jerking, he works them into me, adding more cool, slick lube and making my body arch at the intrusion.
“So fucking tight, princess,” he growls. “So fucking untouched. Just like that pussy.”
I squeeze shut my eyes and try to tune out his taunting dirty talk. But it doesn’t work—his words penetrate me like his fingers do, awakening a dark, dirty side I didn’t even know I had. Deep and forbidden desires that stir inside me and flush my brown skin.
Suddenly, as two of his fingers are knuckle deep inside my ass, I’m panting. I’m secretly wanting more.
All while rationally I know this is wrong. I’m angry with him. I’m furious he’s bound me like this and put me in such a position.
None of it makes any sense. None of it should be happening.
But as he slides his fingers in and out of my tight, achy hole, I grit my teeth and realize there’s a lit fire in my belly.
“You like this, princess,” he taunts in his hoarse voice. “You like me punishing you, don’t you? You like having your tight little hole stretched.”
“Ronan…” I pant, unsure what I even want to say.
“You don’t need to tell me,” he says. “I can already tell.”
His fingers slide out of me only to be replaced by the hard, cold plug. He brings it to my tiny hole, adding yet another squirt of lube as he starts trying to work it inside me.