Chapter 59

Shantelle’s POV

I gasped as he flirted with my only virgin hole, teasing it and working it so much that I forgot about the sting of my ass cheek as I started to pant and beg him.

“I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”

I didn’t care about the response I might get from him. He was looking at me like he didn’t expect I was going to say that.

He was shocked. I would have smiled at him, but that wasn’t what I wanted to be doing now. I wanted more from him. He laughed like I was ridiculous, pulled the belt from his trousers, bent down close to my ear, and said:

“Next time, if you listen, maybe I’ll indulge you.”

This was wrong in every way that could be twisted. He shouldn’t have said that to me. We can’t stop now; there is no going back to what we just started. Instead, he folded the belt and whipped my ass. Once, twice, three times.

This wasn’t what I was prepared for, but I was going to take it. It was a new type of thing for me, and I