I’m going to have to put the book away and forget about it.
It’s just a fantasy.
That’s all.
Oh, bugger.
Dan has found the book.
Everything had been going so well, too. We had the best night last night, and he actually used his new belt on me.
We went out for drinks with friends and were both in a very happy, high, flirty mood all evening. I couldn’t help teasing him and making cheeky little remarks and there came a moment, halfway through the final drink, when he leaned into me and said, right into my ear, ‘My belt’s coming out when I get you home, missy.’
It was ridiculously exciting. I bit my lip and clenched everything in my effort not to squeal. I made puppy-dog eyes at him, as if begging him to reconsider, but I had to tone it down a bit in case people cottoned on.
He laughed and squeezed my knee and said no more about it, but the promise was so heavy in the air that I could barely swallow the last inch of my wine and longed for all the goodbyes to be over with, quickly, so we could get home.
As soon as we were through the door, he had me up against the hall wall, his hand braced above my head, his forehead almost touching mine.
‘Someone’s been begging for a belting,’ he said softly. ‘Haven’t they?’
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ I said, coyly over-dramatic, the situation making my face burn.
‘Yes, you do, you minx.’
He held me by my chin and took a fierce kiss from me until I nearly lost the use of my legs and slid down the wall like a person in a cartoon.
‘Go on,’ he said, releasing me. ‘Get those jeans down and bend over the arm of the sofa.’
I stared at him, joyously open-mouthed.
‘Now!’ he ordered.
I scampered off at the double, and, shivering inside, unbuttoned and lowered the jeans. Once they were mussed around my ankles, I bent over the arm of the chair, presenting my bottom in its sensible M&S cotton knickers.
‘That’s it,’ he said approvingly, once he had come out of the bedroom with the belt. ‘You know you need it, don’t you?’
‘Oh,’ I lamented, not quite able to talk the submissive talk, good as I was at bending over.
‘No, come on, I asked you a question, love. Now, what’s the answer? Do you need it, or do you need it?’
I snorted. ‘Both.’
‘Good. Right, I think these might be surplus to requirements.’
He pulled the knickers down.
‘You should have told me to take them off,’ I said, mildly surprised.
‘Are you telling me what to do? As it happens, I like pulling them down. It gives me a nice feeling. Right here.’
He nudged his jean-clad crotch into the lower curve of my bottom. It was hard already. When he pressed it into my pussy, he soaked it in my flowing juices.
‘Point taken,’ I said.
‘Now get that arse nice and high, ready to be kissed by the leather. More than kissed, I’d say. A good, long, full-on snog with tongues.’
‘Oh, bloody hell,’ I said, nervous now. What if it was unbearably painful?
He paused and put a hand on my bottom.
‘You OK?’
I nodded vigorously.
‘Fine, honestly. Just a little … apprehensive.’
‘Yeah, well, you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much, right?’
‘Go back to being all mean and dominant, Dan. I’ll tell you, I promise.’
‘Right you are. Mean and dominant.’
He put his fist underneath my nose. It had the belt partly wrapped around it, about half of its length trailing away over the side of the sofa.
I took a good deep sniff and my eyes crossed with heavenly lust.
‘You’re getting that,’ he told me. ‘Kiss it. Go on.’
I laid my lips reverently on the supple hide, then watched it disappear from view.
I tensed my buttocks, but all that happened was a light, ticklish sensation as the V-shaped end of the belt dangled between my cheeks.
I twitched.
‘That tickles.’
‘It’ll tickle you some more. Stop tensing up.’
He patted my rump until I unknotted the muscles, cursing him under my breath.
I didn’t hear the belt fly through the air – I’d been hoping for that sexy whipping sound – so when it landed on my bum I was a bit shocked and my hand flew behind me to cover the little patch of sting it had left there.
‘Move your hand,’ commanded Dan, then, when I didn’t, he grabbed my wrist and tucked it under my stomach where it rested on the sofa arm. ‘No more of that or I’ll give you double strokes.’
I waited for the second, and then tried to work out if it was more or less painful than his hand. His hand was heavier and covered more area, but this had a unique viperish quality to it that promised torments to come.
It was deceptive in its lightness, little whispers of pain flicking over my bottom until he started to lay it on more heavily and then I began to rock and gasp. Solid bars of heat fell, one, two, three, then stopped.
I looked over my shoulder. He had put the belt down. Was that it?
‘No,’ he said, in answer to the unspoken question. ‘Just an interlude.’
He spread my thighs and began to rub my clit, gently, not enough to bring me off, but little teasing touches that had me pushing myself on his fingers and moaning for more.
‘Just as wet as ever,’ he said. ‘You want it, don’t you? God, you’re horny as fuck. Sorry, Twink.’
He took his fingers away and I pouted.
‘I’m not finished yet.’
The belt lashed down again and now it made a loud crack every time. I hoped our thin walls were enough to keep the noise from disturbing the neighbours. What on earth would they think we were doing? Would it be obvious? The thought that they knew Dan was giving my arse a good thrashing with his belt got me through six more hard strokes, keeping me soaking wet and ready.
He put the belt down again, just as I was starting to struggle. My breath staggered out in uneven pants and I prepared for more fingering, hoping he would press a bit harder this time.
But no.
It was his tongue, warm and wet, that pushed at my pussy next. He made a seal with his lips around my clit and breathed on it until it felt so hot and swollen I had to wriggle my hips furiously. Then the very tip of his tongue flicked at it, so tantalisingly I wanted to sob.
‘Oh, fuck, please,’ I wheedled. ‘Oh, yes.’
But he wouldn’t give me the pressure I craved. It was like having a feather lightly brushed over my clit, his devilishly unsatisfying combination