Page 41 of I'm sorry, Princess

“Screw you, Lorenzo” she spits, trying to sound fierce, but I feel the tremble in her body, the way her legs shiver under my grip.

My smirk deepens.

Oh, sweetheart, you’re already mine.

I slide my fingers to her thong, brushing against the soaked fabric.

Fucking wet.

Her breath catches in her throat, and her whole body tenses, trying to hide it. But you can’t fake this. You can’t lie to me with a pussy this wet.

“You’re trembling,” I whisper, my lips right against her ear, my voice dripping with cruel amusement. “And you’re soaked.”

Her thighs clench together but it’s too late. I’ve already felt it. She wants this.

I loop the leather belt between my hands, letting it slide across her ass, teasing.

“I want you to count,” I demand, my tone like steel wrapped in silk. She glares at me over her shoulder, eyeswild, lips parted. Her hair’s a mess, her glasses slipping slightly down her nose, and fuck, she’s beautiful like this.

I give her the first strike, sharp, precise, the belt kissing her ass with a loud crack.

Her body jerks, a moan breaking from her lips before she can swallow it down.

“That was one,” I remind her, tapping her ass again with the belt, letting the leather linger this time. “And I said count.”

Her legs shake. Her breathing is uneven.

“One,” she finally whispers, her voice barely holding together.

Good girl.

I deliver the next spank, the belt hitting just beneath the first, leaving a perfect red stripe.

“Two.”

The next strike lands harder. This one makes her knees buckle slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so tight her knuckles go white.

“Three.”

Her voice cracks on the word, and my cock throbs at the sound.

I press the leather against her again, but this time, my other hand slides between her legs. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. She tries to hold still, but her hips betray her, pushing back into my hand, into the belt.

Fuck. She’s fucking dripping. Her panties are useless now, just wet lace clinging to trembling thighs.

I spank her again while circling her clit harder.

“Four,” she breathes, her head dropping forward, her body arching for more.

I slip her panties aside, sliding a finger inside her, and fuck, she’s so tight, so warm, so wet I could lose my fucking mind right here.

Another spank, harder this time, the crack of leather echoing in the room.

“Five,” she chokes out, her walls clenching around my finger. Her hips grind into my hand, desperate, chasing friction.

I keep my thumb on her clit, slow enough to torture her, fast enough to keep her right at the edge.

Another spank.