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Yasmine pouted at him, which made him chuckle and dip his head for another kiss. His fingers pinched her nipple again, and she opened her lips on a moan as the sensation shot through her, straight to her core. The need she felt for him… how had she ever convinced herself that she just wanted to be fuck buddies?
She was just grateful he was willing to give her another chance.
“So, what’s my punishment, Sir?” She wasn’t really trying to get out of being punished. She wanted it. She wanted him.
“What do you think it should be, princess?” His thumb pressed against her lower lip, and she nipped the tip of it.
“Mmmm…” Rather than answering with her words, she pushed up with her hands, so she was no longer leaning on them, then reached for the leather belt that was almost right in front of her face. It was dark brown, about two inches thick, and leather. What looked like a pattern of Celtic symbols was impressed into its surface.
Yasmine wanted to know what it would feel like on her ass.
She pulled the end through the silver buckle as Zeus’ eyebrows went up. Standing in place, he let her unbuckle the belt, her hands brushing against his growing erection as it bulged against the front of his pants, and pull it free from his jeans. The sound of the leather sliding through the belt loops was like music to her ears.
Folding it over in her hands, Yasmine lifted it up between their bodies.
“How about this, Sir?”
“Well, if you insist, princess.” His voice was dark. Hot. Full of aroused desire.
Her butt cheeks tingled. Hopefully, she didn’t regret this… but Zeus was right. Even if there were parts of the process she didn’t enjoy—pain was pain after all—she wouldn’t want it so badly if she didn’t overall enjoy the way it made her feel.
“Yes, I do, Sir.”
Every part of her quivered in anticipation as he released her breast to take the belt from her upturned palms.
Chapter 40
Yasmine
Totally naked, bent over the side of Zeus’ bed, Yasmine bit her lip as his hand smoothed over the bare skin of her upturned ass. His touch was soft. Gentle. Teasing her with what was to come. The big jerk.
With most of her weight on her elbows, her breasts hung beneath her, hard nipples brushing against his comforter.
“Are you waiting for permission or what?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of his amused expression right before his hand lifted and landed.
Smack.
The hard swat with nothing more than his hand had her head swinging back around as she let out a gasp. Ow. Dammit. She just had to open her big mouth.
“You need to learn patience, princess.” His hand came down on the other side of her ass, right in the middle, just as hard. Yasmine’s pussy clenched in response, her breasts swinging beneath her, stimulating the tips of her nipples. Making her squirm. Without clamps or anything like that, there was nothing to balance out the sting from the swat. All the pain was focused on her butt.
The belt was going to huuuuuurt.
So, why was she looking forward to it so much?
Feeling more than a little sassy, she started humming the tune to One Day My Prince Will Come. Except in her head, she couldn’t help but make ‘come’ into ‘cum’ which made her burst into a fit of giggles.
No more swats landed on her skin. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at Zeus, she saw him staring at her like he was worried she was losing her mind, and she cracked up.
“Should I even ask?”
“Um…”
Shaking his head, his hand lifted again. Curved. Practically cupped her ass cheek when he spanked it. Ooooouch. She was just getting herself into more trouble. This was why she didn’t like waiting; it was an opportunity for naughty behavior she just couldn’t resist.
Yasmine rocked forward, going up slightly on her toes as she gasped at the hard swat. Another one, just like it, hit her other ass cheek. Warming up her skin, getting it ready for the belt.
Yes, please.
