“On the bed, kneeling face down on the mattress with your ass high in the air and legs spread wide. I want an unobstructed view.”

Seeing her there on my bed with her pussy glistening and puffy sends blood surging back into my cock. I want to fuck her senseless, but first, I need to punish her for every infraction she’s perpetrated—real or perceived.

She squirms slightly, almost taunting me as the leather hisses through my belt loops. I fold my belt in half and toss it on the bed in front of her face. I want her to get a good look at it, because by the time I’m finished, I want her to remember exactly how it feels every time she sees or smells leather.

“Georgia, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to hurt you. But I promise, for every hurt, there will be a reward.” Licking my lips, I gaze longingly at the wet pussy I’m dying to feast on. I slide first one finger, then two, deep inside her slippery heat, then swiftly removing them, making her moan. I suck her juices from my fingers, then insert them again. This time when I pull them out, I push them into Georgia’s mouth. “Suck them clean. See how good you taste?” Nodding, she sucks hard on my fingers and lets out another little moan that gets my dick all the way hard.

I pull my hand away and find myself somewhat pleased at her little whine of frustration.

“Patience, Georgia. I’m only just getting started.”

As I rub my hands over her gorgeous ass, she gives a slight wiggle, earning a hard slap on each cheek. “Don’t move or I’ll pull out the restraints and have you trussed up tighter than a Sunday chicken.”

She nods, and I find that unacceptable. “You’ll use your words and acknowledge when I say something. Yes, Heath is rarely the wrong thing to say.”

“Yes, Heath.”

“Good girl.” It’s ridiculous how amazing using those words on her makes me feel. I despise her, and my lizard brain is convinced calling her all the names she asked me not to would feel even better. But lizard brain doesn’t get a vote. No matter how I feel about her, I would never actually do anything that could harm her physically or emotionally.

I slap my hand all over her ass, firm and fast. I want it a nice rosy red before I take the belt to her.

She lets out a quiet moan, and I slap her harder. “You like that, do you, Georgia?”

“Yes, Heath.” It comes out on a moan, and I swear it’s almost enough to make me come.

“Do you want it harder with my hand or my belt?”

“Your belt.”

“How do you ask?”

“May I have your belt, please, Heath?”

“Good girl.” As I reach for the belt, I slide my fingers into her pussy. “You really do like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Heath.”

With the belt still folded in half, I wind up and place the first blow on that sensitive place where her ass meets her thighs—the sit spot. She yelps and her feet flutter kick against the mattress.

I lay three more on top of the first, each one a little harder than the last. In between each strike, I give her a moment react and fully appreciate how the pain morphs from sting to heat. I put the next one in the middle of her ass, then rhythmically alternate between her sit spot and the area below the fullest part of her ass until the entire lower half of her ass is a fiery red with her sit spot being a few shades angrier. I want her to remember this and think of me every time she parks her ass in a seat.

I stop and slide my fingers inside her again. So nice and slippery. I pull them out and touch them to her lips. “Open.” When her lips part, I push my fingers in deep. “Suck.”

I need to fuck her. Now.

“Don’t move.” I strip as fast as I can, grab a condom from my nightstand, and roll it on. She may be on birth control, but my trust only goes so far, no matter how much I’d love to ride her bareback.

Kneeling behind her, I position my cock against her entrance and grab her hips before plunging deep. She wails, and I pull back and slam home again, sending her voice up an octave. “Sing for me, Georgia,” I tell her as I slam into her again and again and again. I’m still angry at her for so many things, and I am going to wring everything from her from pain to pleasure and back again.

The sound Georgia makes when she comes almost makes me wish I’d been watching her face. But I’ll only fuck her from behind, because I won’t confuse the issue for either of us by kissing her. Or letting her kiss me. This is hate-fucking pure and simple.

I look over at the sleeping woman beside me. I haven’t hate-fucked her nearly enough. Jesus, at this point, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough, but I’d sure like to try.

I wake up the next morning with Georgia’s leg draped over mine and I’m painfully aware of my morning wood. I have an urge to kiss her awake. I squelch it fast by pinching her nipple. She whines, and I pinch it again, a bit harder. Her eyes flutter open, and she stifles a yawn with her hand.

“Morning,” I say as my lips hover over her breast.

“What time is it?” She asks. I bite her nipple. “Ow,” she yelps as she tries to push me away.

“Behave. It’s seven-thirty,” I reply, then I bite her other nipple, harder.

“Hey, you promised me pleasure with my pain.”

“Yes, I did. But I didn’t promise it would be instant gratification. Some things are worth waiting for. Besides, I only guaranteed you one orgasm, which you got last night. Now on your knees and spread your legs nice and wide for me, like a good girl.” I demand as I reach for the lube from the nightstand drawer.

Squeezing some into my hand, I make a fist and pump my cock into it a few times. I add more lube and pump into my fist again. When I’m satisfied I’m good and slippery, I slide my hand up and down Georgia’s crack. I’m still feeling kind of mean, so that’s as much prep as she’s going to get.

I place the head of my cock against her tiny hole, push gently, and hold it there until she relaxes a bit and I can feel some give. Then I push again. She starts to lean forward, and I grab hold of her hip and squeeze.

“Stay still and take it for me like a good girl.”

“Can we not, and say we did?”

I chuckle. “We could, but where’s the fun in that? Be happy you get lube and I’m going slow.” She’ll always get lube, no matter what, but there’s nothing wrong with a good mind fuck. Besides, going in dry is not my idea of a good time.

The go slow part, though? Yeah, there may be a time in our future where the concept of slow might be relative.

I press a little harder, and I can feel the ring of muscle give a little. “Relax and let me in, Georgia. This isn’t a new thing for you.”

“It is like this.”

“Do you trust me?”

She lets out a long sigh. “Yes, I trust you. God help me, I do.”

“Remember you have a safeword if things get to be too much.” I want her to have just enough pain for an endorphin rush, but not enough for her to deny me fucking her delectable ass.

She nods, and I finally feel her relax a little. I wrap my arm around her to keep her from getting away and push hard until just the head disappears. Then I hold perfectly still.

She lets out a long wail and tries to crawl forward.

“Stop,” I tell her as I hold her tight. “Give it a minute. The endorphins will kick in, and you’ll get used to me being there.”

“It hurts.”

“I know.” Sliding my hands up her front, I cup her breasts and tease her nipples until she starts to moan and rock back into me.

“Feeling better now, bad girl?”

She nods, and I slide one hand back down, dipping a finger into her sopping cunt.

“I think my bad girl likes her anal with a side of ouch. Am I right?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Then why are you so wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“What is it they say? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. I think I’d like the opportunity to test that theory. A lot.”

Trembling, she drops her head, and I rub her clit as I push my cock deeper.

“You feel so good, Georgia.”

She starts grinding against my hand and I pull back a little. I slide a finger into her pussy as I thrust my cock balls-deep into her ass.

“Please,” she moans.

I don’t move. “What are you asking for, bad girl?”

“Please let me come.”

“Oh, but this isn’t why you’re wet. You said so yourself. In fact, now we have to do it this way at least twice more to figure out if that’s true. And if it’s not…that could be considered a lie.”

“Please, Heath. I’m close.”

I let go of her pussy and pull all the way out of her ass. “You’re a good girl for asking, but you know you don’t get to come today.” I reposition my cock against her asshole and push my way in to the hilt. I don’t ram it in, but I’m not gentle either.

“I wish we had all morning, because there’s nothing I’d love more right now than to bring you to the edge over and over and over again while I fuck your ass.”

I catch sight of the clock and reality comes crashing down on me.

I pull back until only the head is in, then drizzle lube over my entire shaft. This is going to have to be quick. I grab both Georgia’s hips and pump hard and fast. As soon as I’m ready, I pull out, slipping the condom off as I do, and mark her ass and back with spurt after spurt of my come.