Beautiful Captivity (The Club #1) by Ashleigh Townshend Page B

where I belong. I want to look at it as you prepare it for my cock.”
     
    I can’t get my panties off fast enough, opening my legs and spreading myself for him. He moves his hand fast over his cock and I watch the liquid that starts to gather at the tip. His eyes don’t move.
     
    “Tell me what to do,” I beg.
     
    He moves closer, his hand still on himself, but he doesn’t touch me. He just looks at me, watching my fingers move in and out of my cunt. It’s so wet and I want him. I want him to tell me what he wants, what to do.
     
    “I want to own you, but I want you to want me to own you. I want you to give yourself to me completely, to let me show you what you want,” he says.
     
    “I want the belt,” I say, turning my eyes to the floor. I shouldn’t want that. I shouldn’t feel this need to be punished, but I move my fingers faster, and I can already feel the sweet sting.
     
    “I want your ass to belong to me, Nichole. I want to make you remember me inside you when you move,” he growls.
     
    “I’ll do anything,” I say. “Just tell me what. I’m yours, Zane. Take me, please.”
     

 
    HIM
    …
    “I’m yours, Zane .” Even the words make me wild for her. I watch her fingers as they move. They glisten from her pussy and I have to restrain myself. I need to be inside of her, to feel her wrapped around my cock, to own her. I am the only man who has been there, and it is a privilege. I want to keep her safe, but I also want to keep her here because I don’t want to think about another man touching her, of another man making her come.
     
    “You’re mine,” I tell her. “Come with me.” I lick her fingers clean and then lead her by the hand to the bedroom. It’s not the nicest room, and after the luxury of the house, she may be disappointed. However, I intend to make her forget everything but my cock.
    “I want you on the bed. I’m going to hit you, but only because I know it turns you on. You can ask me to stop if you want me to stop, but I promise, baby, I will make all the pain go away as soon as I’m done.”
     
    She bends over the bed, lifting her perfect ass to me. I hate seeing what Reagan did to her on her body, but I want to help her. I want her to associate sex with pleasure, pain with pleasure. I want her to know what it feels like to be under my control, willingly.
     
    I take my belt from the dresser and loop it, before bringing it down lightly on her ass. She doesn’t move or make a noise.
     
    “Did that hurt?” I ask her.
     
    “No,” she says. “I want it, Zane. I want you to hit me. Please.”
     
    I wind up and bring the belt down harder, but she still doesn’t move. There is no cry, no recognition of pain, but also not recognition of pleasure.
     
    “Baby, are you sure?”
     
    “Please, don’t hold back,” she begs.
     
    I bring it down again, this time as hard as I can, and she jerks back from the lashing. She cries out and I feel guilt, until I reach between her legs and feel how wet she is.
     
    “You like that, Nichole?”
     
    “I love it. Again.”
     
    I hit her again, and she grows wetter. She repeats again, and each time I hit, and then check her pussy. She is so wet that I don’t know how she hasn’t flooded the carpet with her juices now. I don’t know how much longer I can wait to possess her, so I wind up one more time, bringing the belt down hard across her ass, and then I turn her.
     
    I push her body up onto the bed and start at her feet. “These are my feet. You use them to come to me when I call,” I command. I kiss along her legs and her thighs. I skip over her cunt, because that’s where I want to end.
     
    “This is my stomach. You eat when I tell you.” I continue my journey upwards. “These are my tits. I will touch them, tease them, bite them, at my will. You will not wear anything that will allow men to see even a hint of them, because they are mine, baby.”
     
    She moans. “Yours. All yours.”
     
    I kiss her lips.