Page 97 of Chicago Sin

“Spread,” he commands, shoving my panties down until they drop to the floor. His voice is so deep and sure. I can’t imagine anyone ever argues with him.

I widen my stance and hollow my back, emboldened by all his praise. He slides his belt between my legs and brings the leather over my core.

“Mmm,” I moan.

He pulls it back out and flicks just the end of it between my legs, spanking my pussy.

I gasp. It stings, but he went lightly. It’s not painful. Just a little hurty.

“You like getting your pussy spanked, little girl?”

Oh damn. Now he’s calling me little girl. Why do I love that so much?

“N-no,” I lie.

He replaces the belt with his fingers and rubs over my slit. I’m sopping wet. “I think you do. You want me to spank your ass with it?”

My breath is audible. Not quite a gasp, but a rasping between us. I don’t answer.

“Hmm? I think you want to try it, don’t you? Are you scared, Flowers?”

I nod my head up and down. I’m facing the Formica table, the grey speckled surface swimming in front of my eyes.

He steps right up to me, kicks my legs wider, and cages my throat, pulling my torso up until my back meets his front. His hardened cock presses against my ass through his pants. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Hannah? Or is it fear?”

Hot prickles skitter across my skin. I can already tell I’m going to bawl when this is over because there’s pressure in my face, tears in my throat. His hand there amplifies the feeling. He’s not squeezing, but he easily could. If those fingers tightened, he could end my life, just like that.

He’s done it before, I’ll bet.

Yeah, it’s the danger. “Fear,” I whisper. I feel things so intensely. When sex combines with danger, it amplifies everything.

He bites my ear. Not a nip, but a punishing bite that’s almost too hard. “Are you afraid of what I’m going to do to you now?” He’s wicked, taunting me like the devil teases his prey.

“Yeah.”

“Three strokes,” he murmurs and pushes my torso back down to the table.

I let out a whimper. I am scared. Scared it will hurt. Scared I’ll embarrass myself with my reaction. Scared of being so vulnerable with this man who is quickly becoming so much to me.

“Then I’m going to fuck you good. And after I’m gonna treat you like a princess. Capito?”

Do I understand? Not even remotely.

But I am totally on board. A rush of adrenaline floods my veins as he steps back and winds one end of his belt around his fist.

Oh God. What am I getting myself into? This is crazy. Crazier than kissing a killer.

He whips the belt through the air. It lands across the lower portion of my buttocks leaving a line of fire. I gasp, clenching my cheeks together.

“Oh God.” I try to straighten, but he holds me down.

“More?” He’s letting me know I can stop this even though he’s holding me down. I can’t bring myself to ask for more. I’m not sure I want it. But I don’t tell him to stop, either.

I leave it up to him.

And of course, he understands that. Despite how emotionally unavailable Armando may seem, he’s pretty perceptive when it comes to my emotions. He does pay attention.

He whips me again, and I jump and let out a cry this time. He rubs over the two stripes, kneading the pain into a more generalized burning.