Even with my pleas, Aria remained stubborn. Her ass was now completely red, a beautiful painting of painful welts. I caressed them gently with my thumb and she hissed in pain.
“You know what I want. Say it or I’ll keep going.”
Fresh tears deposited at the corner of her eye and rushed down her cheeks. I scooped them up with a finger and suck them into my mouth, not willing to waste even one drop. I lifted the belt.
“I won’t...” Aria started.
I stopped instantly. My hand remained frozen by her barely audible interruption. And I waited. Three seconds... Six... Eight. Twelve. The belt connected with the top of her thighs this time. She jolted and screamed, falling limply back against the bed.
“I won’t run away from you again,” she finally whispered. Tired, in pain, traumatized.
Victo
