Page 67 of Mistletoe Mistake
“In fact, you're even worse than they are, because I don't have a title or money, and you still want me to fuck you, don't you?”
“Yes.” The word came out as almost a whimper. “I want you to.”
I pulled my shirt off roughly, my anticipation just as high as hers, and began undoing my belt. “Would you take anyone off the street? Are you that desperate?”
Her eyes widened and I honestly couldn't tell if I’d genuinely surprised her or if she was still playing her role. She was damn good at this.
“You were my first, Owen, you know that. You're the only man who's had me.”
“Until tomorrow, when you leave me and marry that bastard. Do you know how that makes me feel, Meg?”
“It's not my fault,” she protested. “I'm sorry.”
“You will be when I show you just how much it hurts.”
Holding the metal buckle of my belt in the palm of my hand, I wrapped it once around my fist, leaving a good length of it free. Gemma's eyes widened once again as she looked at it, and that time, I felt certain she wasn't faking her response. She hadn’t expected that, but I saw the gleam of excitement that accompanied her surprise.
I pulled her back to her feet, turning her to face the mirror again. “I'm going to give you something to remember me by, Meg. Pleasure and pain.” I leaned in closer, tucking Gemma's hair behind her ear as I whispered to her. “You remember your safeword?”
She nodded at me, her eyes locked on mine in the mirror.
With her agreement secured, I took a step back behind her, surveying her body as I tried to decide where I should strike her. Since I’d never done anything similar before, I would definitely start gently, but I knew she liked it when I spanked her during our previous role play. Not only that, but when we were at the sex shop the night before, she picked out a few different impact play items that caught her eye. She was definitely interested in it, and I would be happy to explore it with her if she wanted to, as long as I didn't cause her any real harm.
“This is for every time that you'll kiss him,” I told her, keeping in character.
Using a little less force than I would have with my hand, I brought the belt down across Gemma's ass.
She jumped, but it seemed to be more in surprise than pain. When I rubbed where I had hit her, I couldn't see any redness there.
“Do you want it harder?” I asked in her ear again, letting her know I was asking her and not her character.
“Yes,” she whispered back. “A bit harder.”
With that in mind, I stepped back again, surveying the beautiful landscape of her skin once more.
“This is for every time that you'll let him touch you.”
I struck her across her upper back, a little harder, as she'd requested. It seemed to work better as she gasped, her body instinctively pulling away from the pain but her hips pushing back towards me. A faint red line appeared where the belt had touched, and I rubbed it with my hand to ease the sting.
“This is for him playing with those breasts that belong to me.”
The belt hit her on the back of her thighs and her knees buckled, but she kept her balance.
“For his fingers inside you.”
A stroke on her lower back.
“And this, Meg, this is for when he fucks you.”
I smacked the belt against her ass again: once, twice, and a third time, and red welts appeared almost instantly. The belt dropped from my hand, hitting the floor as I gathered Gemma into an embrace, holding her back against my chest.
I met her eyes in the mirror again, and I could see the tears that gathered in the corners of them. But the way her arms held onto mine, the way she clung onto me, plus the fact that she hadn't used her safeword, all assured me that I hadn't gone too far.
“Shhh,” I soothed her, reaching up to brush her hair from her face as a soft whimper broke from her lips. “I know it's not your fault. I know you don't want him. I know you hate it as much as I do. Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”
"Please." Gemma's voice sounded almost desperate as I moved her back to the bed, helping her onto it on her hands and knees.
“Don't forget the mirror,” I reminded her, and she turned her head so she could see herself, kneeling there beautifully on display for me.
