She licked her lips, tore her gaze away from his cock, and nodded. “Yes.”
He grinned, but it wasn’t one of pleasure or amusement. “Of course you do, because if you didn’t you wouldn’t offer your body up for a paying customer.” He stood, and she wanted to bite back that she had never done anything like this, that he was the first man she had slept with for money, and that if not for her sick sister she wouldn’t have to resort to this. But of course she didn’t say anything, because one¸ she didn’t need to explain herself to him, and two, she knew he wouldn’t care.
She followed him to a bedroom, still on her hands and knees like some kind of animal, but he was right. She was getting more aroused with every move she made, and with every glance she took at the belt. Her thighs still burned from his erotic abuse, and she knew that before the night was over more of her flesh would be red and hot to the touch.
“Stand and move into the middle of the room.”
She did as he said, but despite the sliver of light coming from the window she couldn’t see much. Glancing up, she saw some kind of pulley and hook system above her. He came closer, walked around her, and she swore she could feel his hands on her when he wasn’t even touching her. His presence was so intense that she couldn’t help but hold her breath. Even in her heels he was so much taller than her, and his broad shoulders blocked out everything behind him.
“I’m going to make you scream for more, and make your flesh glow red from my delicious torment.”
Belle didn’t move, because she knew she didn’t have any kind of control over what was about to happen. She looked down at the belt that was still wrapped around his hand, and wondered how many women he had brought back to his place for this exact scenario. But the question on her mind was how far he would go, and how far she would allow him to go before she used her safe word. Belle wasn’t even experienced in BDSM, and aside from a few spanks on her ass from an ex this situation was pushing the envelope. But she also didn’t deny that she had enjoyed every minute of it thus far.
“I know you’re thinking how far I’m going to go.” He took a step back, set the belt on the small end table by a bed hidden within the shadows, and then went to unbutton his shirt. He stared at her as he removed each button, and once he had his shirt undone he tossed it on the ground. His dark hair was perfectly placed, and the side of his face that was scarred only made him seem more dangerous. “You like looking at my scars, Belle?”
She shook her head, feeling guilty that she had been staring. Obviously that was why he stayed in his home, became a recluse, and she was only making it worse for him. Belle watched the hard, huge muscles of his chest flex, but she was riveted to the scars on one side of it. He had gotten so damaged in that car accident, and although she didn’t want to think of him that way, he had definitely turned into the monster that everyone whispered about behind his back. He was cruel in the way he held himself, in the way he looked her up and down, and the way he curled his lip as if he anticipated what he was going to do to her.
He was still in those loose slacks with his hard dick hanging out from the fly. She was so aroused, so wet and needy for him, and she knew he would torture her before he gave her pleasure. The air around them was heated, and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” She answered him, but her voice cracked on the last word from her fear, arousal, and deep-rooted need to see exactly how far he would go. The man standing before her was still cold and hard in appearance and attitude, but there was something different with him since he had been in that accident. He was harsher somehow, void of emotion almost, and she was right in the middle of his desires.
Was there something wrong with her because she’d enjoyed getting beaten with his belt? Was she sick in the head because she ached for more? There had been times during sex where she wondered about what it would feel like to be held down, forced to submission, and have pain with her pleasure. But aside from those light taps, she had never been vocal about what she wanted in bed. But those times she had been in control. Right now Jackson was the one that held all the cards. He had the belt once again in his hand, and was smiling at her with just a curl of his lip.
The strange thing was Belle hadn’t even realized the pain that he obviously liked with his pleasure was something she liked, too, craved even. She hadn’t realized what she had been missing until she was in this situation.
“I’m about to give you far more than you think you can handle.”