Virgin Wanted (BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sierra Cole

darker the better,” I say excitedly. “Really, Marcus. Show me everything .”
    “Very well,” he says, pushing himself to his feet and offering his hand to me. “In that case, come with me ...”
    I take his hand and he leads us in silence up to his bedroom, closing the door behind us, enveloping us once more in the pulsating quiet of his room.
    I turn to face him, leaning in to kiss him, but to my surprise he shakes his head.
    “That’s not what I want,” he says. “What I want is for you to turn around and bare your ass to me. What I want is for you to do just as I say. Do you understand me?”
    I nod, eager to obey his command, throwing myself forward onto the bed, tugging my dress up around my waist and then pushing my panties down around my thighs – baring myself to him, just as he asked.
    I find I even enjoy the anticipation, hearing the soft creak of his footsteps on the floor behind me as he approaches, waiting for the first touch of his hand. And sure enough, I feel his touch on my skin, his hand stroking across my ass for a moment, his fingers tracing between my legs, to the very center of me – the part of me that feels as if it’s on fire right now. And as he works his fingers gently over my clit and then back again, teasing me, tracing the hot stickyness that seems to seep from within me back and forth across my tender swollen folds, I push my face hard into the sheets and moan in pleasure, arching my back and gripping the silk tightly between my teeth. Then a moment later, he draws his fingers from me.
    I wait, shivering, as behind me I hear the unmistakable sound of him unbuckling the thick leather belt he always wears and slipping it slowly from his slacks.
    “Are you sure you want this, Alisha?” he says quietly. “Because if you don’t, now is the time to say something ...”
    “I’m sure, Marcus,” I reply, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation. “I do, I really do.”
    I hear the thick leather creaking in his hands as he winds one end of the belt around his knuckles.
    “Very well.”
    Another long trembling pause and then ... Swish-CRACK.
    The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced before – the white-hot sharpness of the leather so much more focused and intense than the crack of his hand against my buttocks. I don’t even cry out. It’s too intense. All I’m able to do is suck the air sharply between my lips at the violent intensity of the; sting, which seems to bloom now in a tingling heat from deep within my flesh.
    “Have you learned your lesson?” he asks quietly but sternly from behind me. “Or would you perhaps like another?”
    “Please, sir,” I reply, my voice quavering and trembling from the heady mix of sensations that are coursing through me, “I would like another. I still feel kind of ... naughty.”
    “Very well.”
    Swish-CRACK comes the belt a second time, slapping hard against my bare ass, causing an even greater flash of pain than the first time around.
    And then a third: Swish-CRACK , and a fourth, Swish-CRACK , each fresh sting of pain causing my heart to pound and the moans to escape my lips, stifled a little by the sheets which I’ve kept gripped tight between my teeth as I writhe around beneath my strict master – never before experiencing such a wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain, satisfying almost all parts of my trembling body simultaneously.
    But just then he stops, and I know now what else I need from him.
    I turn around to face him, tugging my dress hurriedly over my head, unclasping my bra and quickly yanking my panties down over my ankles, exposing my naked flesh beneath, offering myself to him, begging him with my eyes to take me now in the same strong and powerful way he’s done on all our previous nights together.
    He meets my hungry gaze with one that tells me that he’s thinking the exact same thing, then starts hurriedly undressing, unbuttoning his shirt, uncovering that broad, muscular chest that never fails