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Her thighs trembled when I edged her, rubbing her engorged clit and squeezing her ass with my other hand. We both sighed for other reasons when I smacked her ass.

“Spread your legs, Aretta,” I said, “Let me see your dripping cunt, how greedy you are.”

She moaned, her legs spreading wider and my cock pressing tightly against my pants when I saw her bare pussy, dripping with arousal and grinding herself on my fingers.

I pulled my hand away and stepped closer to her. I grabbed her curls and pushed my fingers inside her mouth, making her taste herself. She groaned and sucked them clean when I rubbed my hard length on her through my pants.

I did it again, this time spanking her on her other cheek and rolled her tight nipple with my fingers, which were wet with her saliva. She moaned louder.

I whispered gruffly in her ear, “Did you touch yourself, thinking about me? How I would spank this pussy of yours? Fuck you when you are nothing but a moaning mess?”

Pulling away and letting go of her hair, I smacked her in between her thighs, landing it perfectly on her sensitive clit and her body bucked. If she wasn’t holding onto the railing, she would’ve lost her balance.

“I did, Sir, please, I am so close!” She breathed, pushing herself back, trying to find me and rub herself.

“No. Turn around, you’ve been bad for not following my orders,” I said and held her elbow when she straightened. Her knees were buckling, and I didn’t want her to fall. I removed her blindfold. “I am going to spank your ass. You can use your safe word.”

Her pupils dilated, and she licked her lips, watching me for the first time tonight. Her fingers trailed over my shoulder to the hard planes of my chest. I raised my eyebrow but let her continue. She cupped me through my pants, and I watched her palm stroking me.

“Can I use some other way where you don’t need to punish me?” She whispered, her voice breathy.

I shook my head, “No, you should’ve thought of that before touching yourself. Get on the bed. Face down, ass up.”

She frowned but followed my demand, lying down on the king-size poster bed. I told her to keep her hands above her head while I removed the cuff links and my jacket. Her eyes followed me when I rolled my sleeves above my forearms and unbuckled my belt.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I looked down at her and kissed her back. “I will use my belt, Aretta,” I whispered lightly, noting her reaction.

She trembled, a shaky breath leaving her plum lips, but she didn’t fight.

“Use the safe word,” I reminded her and stepped back, looping the belt in my hands, readying myself.

She smiled back at me, “I won’t.”

I tilted my head, “You will.”

And landed the firstsmackon her ass.

She gasped, and I only allowed two seconds for her to recover before I set into my rhythm, making sure I never went too close to her sex or strayed far from the soft skin of her ass. It was hurting her, I could see it in her clenched fists, furrowed brows, writhing body and crying moans. But it was also turning her on. Her dark nipples were hard, and her arousal was sliding down her inner thigh when her ass turned into a light hue of red.

I was panting too, waiting for her to say her safe word, my smacks getting harder and rougher. The only sounds in the room were of her cries, my increased breath and the sound of leather smacking sharply against her ass.

“Red, red, red,” she blabbered, her voice thick.

I stopped, dropping the belt, and went toward her, “Told you, you will.”

Gently gathering her in my arms, I let her hide her face in my neck as she cried. I rubbed her back, soothing her, “Shh, stop crying, it’s over now. Close your eyes and feel. Take deep breaths, Aretta. You did so well.”

She nodded because she knew I meant using the safe word, not the spanking. She knew I honored using the safe word more than the punishment.

We both took a shower together. I held her close, fingering her, gazing at her beautiful face when she came apart in my palm. Cleaning both of us, I told her to apply chamomile lotion on her ass. I ignored her sad frown when I got dressed back in my clothes and kissed her on her forehead. I was gathering my wallet, phone and keys when Aretta breathed sharply over my shoulder.

She was checking her phone, sitting naked on the bed.

“What happened?”

She looked up at me and my right hand. “You punched Richard Jane?”

I pursed my lips, “About that.”