Snapshot

by Kay Cove

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs. “Are you getting wet for me, baby? Or are you still wet for me? Hm? I thought I wore you out last night, but you can’t get enough, can you?” The clank of his belt unbuckling makes my stomach lurch. I freeze, now alert and tense. Oh no. How dark is his dark side? There’s a whoosh as he yanks his belt free of the belt loops. “Wait, wait. Dex, please wait. I’ve never been belted. Not too hard.” “Are you fucking crazy?” He sounds so aghast, I can’t help but peer over my shoulder to check his reaction. Dex looks exactly like he sounds, as if I just admitted that murder turns me on. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I nod in response. “Good. Lie on your back and hold your hands out in front of you.” Flipping and flopping, foreplay with Dex is starting to feel like exercising. I do as he says, folding my hands together. He wraps his belt around my wrists twice, then secures the hook so my arms are inseparable. “I appreciate your kinky spirit, Trouble, but I’m here to pleasure and protect you. Not to traumatize you, sweet wife. I can make you feel so fucking alive without the welts and bruises. My belt is to keep you still. Now hold your arms over your head. You move them and there’ll be no teasing. I’ll make you come in a heartbeat, and then we’re finished.” “Yes…” I narrow my eyes. “Sir.” “That’s much better, sassy.” The