Page 52 of Lord of Vice

While I wouldn’t mind fucking my Red Penny in front of a dozen or more people, providing a little taste of humiliation, it wouldn’t be here in this cheap ass bathroom.

She was humming softly to herself inside the stall. I leaned against the wall, deciding how I wanted to handle giving her a reminder that as of this moment, her health, welfare, andbehavior all belonged to me. I rubbed my jaw, thinking about it for a few seconds. Why not use what I had with me?

As soon as I started to unfasten my belt buckle, the toilet was flushed. She was still humming, her voice an angelic lilt as she swept from the stall without bothering to notice the hulking mass of a man waiting for her. Given my size, she was a tiny little thing, all rounded curves and the perfect legs to wrap around a man. Even her breasts were sized to fit in a pair of hands.

My hands.

I was becoming very possessive of her. I’d almost made myself laugh, which would stop the slight element of surprise. Before she even made it to the sink, she’d closed her eyes, swaying to whatever music was going on inside that big brain of hers.

That allowed me to finish unbuckling, even sliding the thick strap from my belt loops. She did a little twirl that was in step, bringing her back to the center of the wash basin and the mirror. When she lowered her head, turning on the water, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before she realized she wasn’t alone.

I was right.

When she jerked her head up, her slight screech was cut off the second her eyes focused, recognition settling in. I was already unsure how she’d react to just about anything, so I waited, swinging the belt in front of me.

She took a deep breath, holding it as she slowly lowered her gaze to what I was holding. “You do realize you’re in the wrong bathroom. Or is there something you need to tell me?”

I did enjoy how she loved to tease me.

I took a decided step toward her, barely able to contain myself. Even her light floral fragrance, another selection I’d insisted on, had become a powerful aphrodisiac. Perhaps what I adored about her the most was her potty mouth. And it would eventually get her into trouble.

“As you suspected, pretty Penny, the celebrity status you insist I have comes with the power of being able to do what I want to do and take what I want without being questioned by anyone.”

“Because they know you’ll kill them. Bang. Bang.” She even used her fingers like a gun.

I cocked my head, giving her a stern look. The fact I was still able to make her nervous was at this moment something I needed to explore. All the joking aside, protecting her would mean she needed to fully embrace the situation.

Finally, she seemed more anxious than before, rubbing her hands down her dress and dragging just the tip of her tongue across her lower lip. When she glanced at the belt again, I took that as a cue, turning her to face the mirror as I’d done only hours before.

Only this time was different. I was more in control, eager to make good on my promise she belonged to me. Did that make me an evil man? Not any more so than usual.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls who don’t follow the rules?” I took a few seconds, rolling the edge of the belt down her spine. As I lifted my gaze, I noticed the tiniest bead of perspiration over her lip. Unable to help myself, I rolled the tip of my finger through it, rubbing her lips with it.

She shuddered and finally shook her head.

“They’re required to learn lessons the hard way.”

“Why?” She was more breathless than before.

“Because the cause and effect are more significant in my world.”

“I don’t think I want to be in your world.”

I lowered my head, brushing my tongue from the nape of her neck to the thin strap crossing her slender shoulder. “Fortunately for me, you have no choice. Now, it’s time you take your punishment like a good girl. If you do, perhaps you’ll be allowed to have that dessert you seem to covet. In two ways.”

She wasn’t certain what to make of my actions as I ripped up the hem of her dress, exposing the tiny thong she’d chosen to wear. As I’d experienced before, it was close to impossible not to alter my decision, fucking her instead. That would certainly come later.

Again and again.

“Why are you doing this?” she finally asked.

“Because you’re not taking this seriously.” And because I enjoyed indulging in my sadistic needs, more so around the feisty vixen.

“You really aren’t going to let me go.”

“No.” As soon as I issued the one-word answer, I cracked the belt across her buttocks.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes full of venom. I could tell she wasn’t interested in providing me with the satisfaction of expressing pain.