Pulling his hand back, he brought the belt forward quickly…before her mind fully accepted what was to happen.
The lick of the belt on her spread open cunt caused her to gasp loudly…her eyes wide open staring into his.
Again, and again, the swishing noise she heard a preamble to what was to follow….the stinging pain causing her to push her hips up…as she was unable to close her legs to him.
Six in all…sick ‘licks’ of the leather against her wetness…her sensitiveness…six licks to reminder her that her body was his to use as he wished. That she was born to be His.
Tossing the belt on the floor, he leaned forward to capture those sensitive, wet parts between his lips..his mouth engulfing her cunt…his cunt…as he kissed it so deeply…so passionately…releasing her from the sting of the belt. His hand stroked her thigh softly…reassuringly. Completing his kiss, he looked into her eyes again as he said, “Now my love…NOW,” and the waves rushed through her body.
She was floating…his hand on her thigh felt like an anchor to keep her with him…his voice…”it’s ok baby…it’s ok….let go…” as she chanted in response, “Yours…yours….your slut…your cumslut…your cockwhore…your princess…your lil one..” a mantra that evolved over time. A mantra that focused her…that surrounded her with his love.
As she returned …floating safely back to him…he held her in his arms…whispering softly to her…”Yes. Mine. MINE. Always.”
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