Page 12 of Dominated By Love

“What about that?” he asked before I could even react.

How could I answer that question without him judging me? I felt dirty for liking the aftermath of the pain.

Whap!

A harder swipe from the tiny whip made me whimper.

“Oooh, you love that shit,” he said, standing in front of me and gathering my hair into a fist. My eyes were glued to the dick swinging freely in his sweats until he yanked my head back, making me look up at him. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, pretty girl. Put your face on the floor and put that perfect ass of yours in the air for me.”

He released me, and my chest fell to the floor in an instant. I wanted to do whatever I needed to do to please him.

“Fuck me,” I demanded as I stretched my arms out over my head.

“Oh, Princess. You are not in control here. I know I said that perfect ass was yours, but while I have you here, that ass is mine.”

Whap!

I cried when the flogger hit me on my ass. I was so freaking turned on. This was crazy, right? My brother’s best friend in the world was beating my ass in the basement of our home, and I was about to cum all over myself. I was sure we were both possessed, but I loved every single second of it. He circledme like a vulture, letting whatever scent he wore assist him in driving me up the wall.

“KD, please.”

“Look how that pretty pink pussy is eating up that thong, Princess. I can’t wait to stick my tongue in that muthafucka.”

“Fuck me then!” I shouted, ready for him to fuck me and take me out of my misery.

Slap!

“Aaah!”

This time, the impact came from his hand. The bite made my right hand ball into a fist on the floor. Never one to miss a thing, he soothed that same spot with his hand before kissing it and nearly making me melt into a puddle right on the floor. I was pretty sure my dad had flood insurance. He was going to need it soon.

“You remember your safe word, Princess?”

“Yes.” I gasped. “I don’t need it.”

“Nah, I know you don’t. You and that fat, greedy pussy of yours want to be slutted out.” He snarled.

“KD.”

“That’s not my fucking name.”

See, I knew he had lost his damn mind. I was almost afraid to ask him who he thought he was right now. Was it too late to back out? I wasn’t a punk, but I needed to know who this demon was who could make me wet from hitting me with a small leather whip.

Better yet, where the hell had he gotten it from, and who the hell taught him all this freaky stuff? Last I checked, he was just an aggravating little kid who made fun of me every chance he got. Now I was ready to beg him to fuck me. Who had I become?

“Eyes open, Princess. Stay with me.”

“I’m here,” I spoke. “I just need you to?—”

“Stop trying to top me, Princess. I promise you don’t want me to fuck you right now. Not when I’m over here fuming from watching you cry over another nigga.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Don’t,” he said, shoving two fingers inside me. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Princess.”

“OK,” I whined, pushing back on his fingers as he twisted his hand to tunnel into me.

“Yes sir,” he barked.