Duskwood - Choose or Lose

Chapter 35

A/N: This chapter was originally the same length as my last one, but I edited it a bit and here we have one damn long chapter. Right at the beginning there's a hardcore sex scene, if you can't take it, then read on after the asterisks. Enjoy! <3

Amber POV

"Find it out," I winked and tried to walk away but Jake lifted my feet from the ground and laid me down on our coffee table. The sound of him unbuckling his belt from the flaps of his jeans made me smile at the thought of what he was about to do.

He tugged at the waistband of my leggings and pulled them and my panties off of me. His cold belt gently stroked my buttocks and he chuckled darkly. Goosebumps crept all over my body at the cold contact and I felt myself already getting wet.

"Beautiful. Your ass has bruises. There's more to go, you were naughty." With these words I heard how he stretched out his belt and applied the first whiplash to my ass.

"Oh god!" I screamed in pleasure.

"Did it hurt?" He asked with a dark voice.

"Yes," I answered smiling.

"Good."

And another one. After ten lashes, I grabbed the table legs and bit the edge of the table. I never thought that I would like something like that and here I lay, let the love of my life whip me. After another ten lashes, I wondered when he planned to stop.

"Is that all you can use of strength?" I asked.

"Are you sure you want me to use all my strength?" He asked worried.

"Yes!" I almost yelled.

"I... I-"

I interrupted him, "Weakling."

"How dare you interrupt me?! You asked for it!"

And I howled as he pulled out with all his strength. He stopped immediately and gave me a worried look, but when I smiled at him, he took that as his go.

I clutched the wood of our coffee table as he swung his belt again. And again. And again. And again.

He grunted, "Are you sorry?"

I grinned. "No."

"Fucking little brat!" He cursed and grabbed my chin harshly. "I'll make you sorry!" He spat in my face, and I smiled widely. He forced my mouth open and spit into my mouth, ordering me to let my mouth open. And so, I let it open.

He pinched my buttocks hard before spreading them apart. He spat on my back entrance and rammed his index finger into me. I moaned out loud with my mouth wide open. He added two more fingers and fingered me hard, all my muscles protesting. When my hole got used to his fingers, he pulled them out and pulled my ass cheeks wide apart. I moaned softly as he spat into my hole several times and then let go of my pelvis, letting his spit slide deeper into me.

"You just took off last night," he said as he walked around the table and let the belt brush down my back. "A good girl doesn't do that." He whipped my back and it hurt even through my shirt. "Turn around," he commanded.

I did as he said. "Take your shirt and bra off."

As I lay completely naked in front of him on the coffee table, his belt brushed my breasts. He whipped them rehearsing and watched my face closely. When he saw that I liked it, he tried my cunt. Noting that I like that too, he started whipping me everywhere.

Moaning and writhing, I enjoyed every whiplash. I never would have wanted such pain, but now I just wanted more, more, more. I was addicted to it. My body was burning but not with pain but with pleasure. All I wanted to do was obey him and serve him for his satisfaction.