~~ELLIE~~
When did he take his belt off?
Never mind that—my bare butt stung badly. I had to bite my lip to suppress the cry that almost escaped me.
"Count," Marc ordered. He was breathing like a wounded animal.
I shivered, freeing my lip, which I'd tasted blood from.
"One," I managed to speak.
Another hard strike, right on the first blow. I stretched forward and couldn’t hold back the cry. It was painful, but it sent sparks of pleasure shooting through every part of my trembling body.
Four more strikes and I couldn’t feel my flaming butt. My cheeks were stained with tears, my pulse thundering in my ears.
The sound of the belt buckle hitting the floor made me jump.
I looked back to see an intoxicated man. Hooded eyes were fixed on my butt as he pulled off his shirt.
My lips parted
