This hurts me more than it hurts you

No theory today; only prosa .....

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Sir Cameron said to her while he took out his leather belt. It was a black one; thick and heavy.

Carmen did not belief the bastard for a second. She hated herself for getting so wet, knowing he would soon spot it and loath her. He always did that.

She swallowed her pride, keeping obedient, not giving him a reason to delay what would happen anyway.

Cameron’s hand touched the soft flesh of her behind and teasingly slipped down; tenderly removing the last piece of fabric that protected her from his eyes. It showed him how ready she was.

“You want this, don’t you?” His sexy voice was heavy with suppressed emotions, indicating Carmen, that she at least was not the only one trying to maintain control.

“Yes, Sir” she finally gave in, barely able to speak.

His caress of the soft skin of her inner thigh made her shiver and she almost lost control. Immediately after the sensation passed, he hit her. A hot white flash shot through her body, making clear that she would fall deep today.

»God have mercy on me …«

After three more hard strokes, his strong fingers clamped her adorable dark pink areolas. Carmen moaned instantly and looked at his pants, hungering for his magnificent masculinity.

“Yeah, I thought so” he smiled mockingly “you are looking for the belt, don’t you?”

Carmen bowed her head; there was nothing more to say; she was all his now: bare and exposed.

Sir Cameron drew in her scent of fear and lust and then straightened his back; forcing to keep his composure. »I  may never show how much I love her.«

Carmen knew it anyway.

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