Standing at her hip, Rowan rested his large, calloused hand on the curve of her rear, his touch firm yet tantalizingly slow as he savored the softness of her cool, inviting skin. His fingers traced lazy circles over her flesh, his deliberate movements sending a shiver up her spine.
Without warning, the sharp crack of his hand meeting her bare skin echoed through the room like a lightning strike—SMACK! The sound reverberated in the air, lingering as if mocking the stunned silence that followed.
Samantha's eyes flew open wide, her body jolting from the sudden sting, the fiery warmth blooming across her skin in sharp contrast to the coolness that lingered beneath his hand. Her breath caught in her throat, a gasp spilling from her lips as the unexpected mix of pain and pleasure sent her nerves alight.
Rowan's low, husky chuckle rumbled in her ear as he rubbed his palm over the reddened skin, soothing the burn he'd left behind.
"There it is," He murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I knew you could take it."
Her pulse thundered, her cheeks flushing as she bit down on her lip, her mind swimming in a haze of sensation. The sting lingered, a delicious reminder of the power he held over her, and though her body ached with the sharpness of it, the thrill coursing through her veins was undeniable.
He slapped her again.
And again!
The rhythmic SMACK of Rowan's hand against her skin became a steady metronome, each strike perfectly timed, the stinging heat blooming across her backside intensifying with every impact. The sound filled the room, sharp and tantalizing, mingling with the soft gasps and whimpers that escaped her parted lips.
Her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears, the sharp bite of each slap blending with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. The sting was intoxicating, a delicious ache that she craved more of, her moans spilling freely now as she surrendered completely to the moment. Her body leaned into his touch, silently begging for more.
Rowan's lips brushed against her ear, his voice a low, velvety murmur that sent shivers down her spine.
"Is this what you wanted from me, Samantha? Is this what you crave?" His words were both a taunt and a command, daring her to admit the truth.
She nodded shakily, her voice barely audible but laced with raw desire. "Yes... this is what I want, sir."
A dark grin spread across Rowan's face as he dragged his fingers lightly over her reddened skin, soothing the burn before delivering another sharp, calculated strike.
SMACK!
Her body arched, her breath hitching as a new wave of heat surged through her.
"Good girl," He whispered, his voice dripping with approval as his hand rested possessively on her, fingers pressing into her skin. "Don't hold back. Let me hear how much you love this."
Samantha's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she leaned further into him, her heart racing with the exhilaration of giving herself completely to his control. Every hit, every word, every touch was a reminder that she belonged to him in this moment—and she loved every second of it.
Rowan didn't blink. There was too much to see: the lovely shade of red blooming, the way her round globes bounced under his hand.
He felt hypnotized by the view.
Every inch got his most solicitous attention, from the top of her bum to the top of her thighs.
Bright red.
After several minutes, she started wiggling around, distracting him from his task.
"Keep still, or I'll use my belt on you," Rowan warned, his tone sharp and commanding, sending a jolt of excitement racing through her veins.
Her breath hitched, and before she could stop herself, a soft moan escaped her lips.
"His belt," She whispered under her breath, the words barely audible even to herself.
But Rowan heard it.
Of course, he did.
His eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing across his face as his jaw tightened.
"Fucking hell, Samantha," He muttered, his voice rough with both irritation and amusement. His hand came down harder, faster, the sharp SMACK of each strike echoing in the room, making her cry out as the sting became deliciously unbearable.
She barely had time to process the fiery warmth spreading across her skin when Rowan stepped back, his hands moving to the buckle of his belt. The metallic clink of it unfastening sent shivers down her spine, her pulse quickening in anticipation.
"The belt it is," He growled, pulling it free with a practiced ease that made her knees tremble. He doubled it over in his hands, snapping it with a sharp CRACK that made her gasp, her body tensing in a mix of fear and excitement.
The intensity of the moment pushed a sob up into her chest, her body quivering as she leaned forward, bracing herself.
"I warned you," Rowan murmured, his voice like a dark promise as he stepped closer, his breath hot and teasing against her ear. "Now you'll learn what happens when you don't behave."
Her head spun, caught in the intoxicating blend of submission and anticipation. Every nerve in her body felt alive, alight with the promise of what was to come. She couldn't stop the words from spilling from her lips, her voice trembling with need.
"Yes, sir."
Rowan's low chuckle rumbled through the room, a sound that sent shivers cascading down her spine.
"Beg me for the belt," He purred, his voice smooth yet commanding, "and I'll give you exactly what you need."
Her mouth betrayed her, moving before her mind could catch up.
"Please…" She breathed, her voice breaking on the single word. Her defenses shattered completely, and a sob escaped her, raw and unguarded.
Rowan's smirk widened as he stepped back, the belt snapping against his palm with a sharp CRACK.
"That's it," He murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
"Good girl." He slowed his movements, letting the anticipation build, each moment between hits giving her time to feel the ache and crave more of it.
Her body trembled, caught between the sharp sting of the belt and the unbearable pleasure that followed. She arched into his touch, her breath hitching as she surrendered fully, every part of her crying out for more.
Rowan leaned down, his voice a husky growl in her ear. "You love this, don't you?"
He traced a finger along the curve of her back, sending goosebumps racing across her skin. "You crave the pain because you know it's mine to give."
Her voice was a whisper, trembling and raw. "Yes, sir."
His chuckle was deep, almost predatory. "Then take it. All of it."
He brought the belt down again, slower but harder, each strike followed by his hand soothing the reddened skin.
"That's it," He murmured, his voice almost tender now, contrasting with the sharpness of his actions. "Let it go. Show me how much you need this."
Samantha melted into the moment, the sharp sting and Rowan's possessive touch leaving her utterly undone, lost in the storm of pleasure and pain that only he could create.
"Good girl," He whispered.
The game between them intensified, every word, every touch steeped in unspoken desire.
Rowan touched the folded leather to her heated skin. "Thank me for each stroke."
"Yes, sir."
Smack!
She arched her back further for more. "Thank you, sir!"
Rowan hit her again, delighting in her moan.
'....We haven't even moved to the main event and she sounds as though she's getting fucked already....'
The bulge in his pants needed adjusting before he could continue.
Every snap of the leather across her backside brought a more lascivious 'Thank you, sir!' than the last.
By the time they got to twelve, Rowan was rock-hard and seriously considering stopping and moving to the main event.
Tossing aside the belt, he palmed her fiery red cheeks.
Soft whimpers floated up to him as he kneaded away some of the stings.
Her back arched harder, offering up more of her burning butt to his touch.
Grinding his crotch against her, he grunted.
Rowan knew his pants must be abrading her scorched skin, but she rubbed back against him as if she couldn't get enough.
"Please, sir," Samantha whispered, while trying to control her emotions.
"Please what?" he asked, crushing his length between her cheeks.
"Please touch me more," She begged.
The desperation in her voice made him even harder.
"Turn around." Lifting her slightly, he set her on top of the desk close by.
When her bum hit the hard surface, she made a noise of pain through pursed lips.
"Anything wrong?"
Samantha met his laughing eyes.
"No, sir." She said, with a blank face.
"Then, lean back."
His hands hooked under her knees and pushed them to her chest.
She didn't know where to look.
His eyes told a story of desire, but his hands had become unduly fascinating.
When one long finger traced the line of her vaginal entrance, she gasped, her eyes rolling back, preventing her from seeing anything at all.
Rowan grazed her clit with his thumb as he sank a finger inside her.
Her reaction was better than he'd imagined: a sharp inhale accompanied a fitful roll of the hips.
When he added another finger, Samantha felt as if her head would float off; it didn't seem to be connected to her body anymore.
Her entire being had been concentrated into the few inches of skin he was touching.
The dusky pink of her areolae was clearly visible through the sheer lace, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
"Touch them," He ordered.