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“No, Drew,” I stood when he got his belt. I could take the spankings, I sort of liked his hand imprinting my ass, not the belt. The belt hurt too much.

“Morgan, please. I need you to do this for me,” he begged, pulling me to his bare chest, burying his face in my hair.

“Drew, the belt hurts too much,” I pleaded.

“I know, baby, but it doesn’t last. The welts will be gone by morning. You know they will. Please, Morgan. I need to do this.”

“You need to punish me,” I said in more of a statement than a question. Drew was fighting something that Deidra hadn’t uncovered. I wasn’t sure she ever would.

“This is so fucked up, Drew.”

“I know it is. I’m sorry. Bend over.” He nodded.

Of course he had to go and slip his finger deep inside my pussy, spreading my wetness to my clitoris, causing me to instantly moan. Jesus, I wanted to come. Stiffening and grasping the covers beneath me, I waited, knowing what was coming when he backed away.

“You know I love you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes, AHHHH!” I yelled, feeling the instant sting on my ass. Drew rubbed it away with his soft hand. Mother—that hurt.

“You can’t go to bars without me,” he warned, stepping back again.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, knowing what was coming.

It’s a good damn thing our house was so well-built and soundproof. I yelled on every thrash, calming every time Drew soothed the sting with his hand. Finally, after being whipped six times by Drew’s leather belt, he stopped. Thank god. I wasn’t sure I could take anymore. My ass was on fire and felt like it was bleeding. I knew it wasn’t, but I could feel the welts swell up, painting a picture of fine stripes across both cheeks.

“You’re such a good girl, Morgan,” Drew complimented, rubbing the burn. This was the part that was really fucked up. I was hurting, the stinging in my ass was on fire, and yet as soon as his fingers found my nub, my body instantly reacted with pleasure and pain that I can’t describe. “You want me to fuck your pussy?”

“Hmmm, yes,” I moaned, writhing my hips into his fingers.

“Roll over.”

Rolling over, I felt the discomfort of the covers on my newly assaulted ass. I forgot about it pretty quick. Drew pulled me towards him and ran the head of his cock up and down my wet throbbing pussy. I called out in pleasure, watching him apply pressure and circle my swollen nub with his cock. There was just something about Drew holding his hardness in his hand, pressing it firmly into my pussy that did something to me. I loved it. I loved the lustful look as he watched, and I loved the feeling of us becoming one. Drew slid deep into me, holding my hips and hissing through his teeth.

“Fuck, Morgan,” he called. “I need you to roll over.”

“Why? I like it like this.”

“I need to see your ass.”

Flipping over, I wondered what he meant. I had a good hunch that it meant he needed to see the welts he’d freshly added to my ass. I was sure that’s what he meant when he commented on it, or at least that’s how I took it, anyway.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he remarked, rubbing my sore ass. I saw the look in his eyes through the mirror. He had a brooding, doleful look while staring at what I could imagine my ass looked like. I wanted to come so badly that I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved my fingers to my throbbing nub, taking matters in my own hand. Drew grabbed it, shoved my face to the mattress, and held both my hands behind my back.

“Do you think you’re going to come, Morgan?” he asked, conducting himself with more force, thrusting deep in and out of me. If he kept that up, I was going to come regardless. Drew fucked me from behind for as long as I think he could take it before moving on.

“Get on the floor.”

“All fours,” he added when I stayed erect on my knees. I could hear the packet being opened and knew that he was about to put it in my ass, then rip off the condom, and have me swallow him.

“Spread yourself,” he ordered. I hated and loved this tone at the same time. Call me fucked up, call him fucked up, call us both fucked up, it is what it is, and I didn’t see anyone fixing us.

Doing as I was told, I spread myself, feeling the welts with my own hands. Those would not be gone by morning. I was sure of it. I felt the cool gel hit my puckered hole and then Drew’s finger penetrating my ass. I would never know this man’s fascination with my ass, but was sure it would always be there, no doubt in my mind. Drew took no mercy when he replaced his finger with his dick. Normally he eased himself in, giving me ample time to get used to his size. He didn’t do that. He forcefully moved in, crouching down, and fucked me.