The Christmas Exhibition (7 page)

             
Jill shivered, the folds of her pussy lips responding to the deliberate coolness I blew upon her.

             
“You've been a naughty girl tonight.” I pulled Jill until she sat up.

             
She sucked seductively on the cigarette, puffed out and fixed her eyes on the belt. “What are you going to do with that?” she asked tentatively, her mood and poise yielding under the comedown of her orgasm.

             
“I'm going to beat you, Jill.” I was still kneeling before her, knees parted and erection standing.

             
She feigned innocence, tapping ash on the table. “But...” She bit her lower lip. “... Why?”

             
“I'll tell you, sweetheart, one smack across your hole at a time.” I snatched the cigarette from her mouth, stuffed it in mine and sucked an inhalation of success. Of victory. Of dominance. “Stand.” I leaned back on the sofa, overtly aware of her eyes excited and concentrated on my crotch.

             
Jill dropped her bare feet on the floor, stretched and stood before me. Her pussy lips hid between her thighs and under a slight mound of pubic hair.

             
“Open,” I said, and pushed the steel buckle of the belt between her knees.

             
Jill complied, retreating instinctively from the cold metal, but parting her legs at the thighs.

             
I steadied her in place, then ran the buckle up her soaking skin towards her cunt. “I'm going to... Hell, I'll just show you.” I laughed, riding over my concerns for her behaviour at the dinner, and pushed the metal hook of the buckle between her pussy lips.

             
Jill stifled a shiver, inadvertently huddling her hips and hiding her lips deeper between her crevice.

             
“Clasp your hands behind your back.” I prodded her entrance further with the slim hook.

             
“Matt,” she gasped, folding her arms over the beginning of her hips. “It's so cold.”

             
I eased it in and out of her. “Then warm it, slut. Warm it with your hot, wet juices.”

             
She nodded, as goosebumps dotted around the shaven edges of her pussy lips. “Oooooh, baby.”

             
“Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Jill?”

             
“Yes,
I
've seen the sites you visited on my laptop.” She was cocky, forgetting the leather belt which hung from the hook in her cunt.

             
“But you haven't seen the browsing history on
my
laptop,” I said, then pushed the hook all the way inside her until the rest of the cold metal buckle caressed her lips.

             
“Matt, oooooh God, it's so cold.”

             
I grinned, stubbing out the cigarette. “You like it, though.”

             
She gulped, shivered and curled her toes.

             
Jill's discomfort was my encouragement. “You don't like it?” I pushed the heel of my hand against the buckle, sealing it to her skin.

             
Jill winced. “No, Matt.”

             
I rotated my hand on her. “But you seem to enjoy things you don't like, right?”

             
Jill closed her eyes.

             
“Like Sean's lips on yours. His insults. The way he looks at you like you're a piece of meat...” I pushed my finger through the buckle to the hook and dragged it upwards against the rough insides of her sex. “A
cheap
piece of meat, Jill. He can't call you anything but a slut now for how you behaved tonight...
I
can't call you anything but a slut... The way you had hard cocks against you.” I yanked the belt from her.

             
Jill recoiled, stumbling and inhaling suddenly. She threw her hands up as I stood. “No, Matt, please, I've changed my mind, I don't want you to beat me.”

             
I seized her waist, twisted her and pushed her forward onto the coffee table, exposing her ass in the air. “Too late, slut.”

             
She grabbed forward at the wood, seeking the edge to pull herself clear.

             
I slapped my hand on her ass cheeks, then pinned her forcefully to the table.

             
Jill squirmed, jostling her legs and her arms, flailing her blonde hair wildly. “No!”

             
“Slut,” I muttered, moving my palm to the small of her back.

             
“Don't-”

             
The leather of the belt swished through the air and smacked harshly against both round, pert cheeks of her fantastic ass.

             
“Aaaaah-ooooow-oooooh,” she cried, and stilled suddenly.

             
I blew gently across her ass, then released her. “Don't fucking move, slut.”

             
Jill lay across the coffee table, exposed and vulnerable, her head turned away from me to the clock on the mantelpiece.

             
I walked around the rectangular table, eyeing my prey. I folded the belt and slapped it against my palm.

             
Jill grimaced. “Please don't hurt me, Matt.”

             
“I'll hurt you no more... Than you hurt me.” I studied my girlfriend. How I longed for cuffs to restrain her. For rope to bind her. To hold her. To fix her in place.

             
Jill nibbled her lip, as I walked around her again to the sofa. I stood and surveyed her beautiful form. I gently lowered the belt onto her buttocks. “You didn't finish your story, Jill.” I slowly pulled the leather over her curves. “The last thing you told me was you wanted to feel his cock... His
huge
cock, you said.”

             
Her body physically tensed under my scrutiny.

             
I couldn't help but place my palm around my hard cock and milk myself through a few sensual strokes. “What happened next?”

             
“Nothing.”

             
I slapped the belt on her left cheek, marking a beautiful welt upon her.

             
“Aoooow.”

             
I watched her skin redden. “Something had to happen, Jill.” Her right cheek looked delightful. “You didn't just miraculously appear at home in the taxi.”

             
Her silence would prove her undoing.

             
“I don't believe you... Slut.” I unleashed the belt rapidly against her, slamming down hard on her right cheek. I pulled it away, folded it again and slapped it across her entire, bountiful ass.

             
Jill squirmed away.

             
I flung the belt down, missing most of her buttocks, and slapped the small of her back.

             
She cried out, whimpering.

             
“Hold still, you fucking slut!”

             
The room stopped suddenly. The walls closed in. Appearing smaller. Tighter. A cell more confined. Confined to my composure. My direction. My command.

             
I leaned down to her ear. “The next time you try to pull away from your punishment, I won't be responsible for what I do to you, Jill.” I breathed on her face, watching her beautiful blue eyes blink. “Tell me you understand me.”

             
Her breasts heaved as she sighed deeply.

             
I grabbed and groped at her ass. “Last chance, Jill.”

             
She defied my decree, resilient in her silence.

             
“I...
Hope
... Jill, that you are going to secretly enjoy this.” I masked the growing momentum of a chuckle. “I know I will.”

             
“Wa-”

             
The leather belt cracked against her behind, smacking a sound which reverberated around the room and across the walls. I was careful in my administration, building more power in each strike. I struck her again. Building towards a flame. A fire. A ferocity.

             
“Stop! Stop! Stop!”

             
I whipped a final thud of the belt across the bottom of both cheeks, stinging the tops of thighs which had previously been left untouched.

             
Jill sucked in hysterical breaths, turning her head towards me. Her eyes pleaded in submissive silence. Her mouth rounded in dramatic O's. Her body ragged and stilled.

             
“Talk,” I said, motioning my foreskin back and forth before her. “Or I'll gag you with this until you choke.”

             
“Okay, okay, Matt, please just don't hit me again.” A stream of mascara careered down her face. “I'll tell you what happened.”

             
I touched the red welts on her backside, lovingly stroking her injuries and proudly displaying my arousal to her. “Sean breathed into your mouth. He was holding your waist. You wanted to touch his cock... Continue.”

             
“He... Oh, Matt, please don't hit me-”

             
“Tell me what fucking happened!” I shouted, and smacked my palm against her cheeks.

             
“Aaaaah-ooooow!” Jill wriggled on the table, scuffing her knees on the wood.

             
I stepped up and placed the sole of my foot on the small of her back. “Last chance to confess... And if you leave out a single detail, Jill, and I ever find out, this beating will be nothing compared to the one you receive.”

             
“He...” She was gasping for breath. “He-”

             
“Call him by his fucking name, slut!” I mauled her ass, slipping my middle finger between her crack and into the soft, wet opening of her pussy.

             
“Sean!” she cried, losing herself between the lust and the shame of her transgressive behaviour. “Sean! Sean! Sean!” She twisted her head until she was face down, staring into the wood, and her blonde hair flowed over the edge of the table. “Sean... He tightened his grip on my side, like he wanted to pull me into him... I... I... Oh shit, I wanted him to pull me into him... I wanted to surrender to him... His size... His money... His tongue... His fucking possessiveness... But he wouldn't take it... He wasn't man enough to have me... He did... Nothing.”

             
I yanked my finger from her cunt. “You tell me now, Jill.” I placed the underside of my fingertip over the puckered knot of her anus. “Or else.”

             
“He opened the tiniest part of his mouth, Matt. He pushed the smallest tip of his tongue towards me. Oh God, it was gross. It was like he'd never kissed anyone in his life before.”

             
“And what did you do, slut? Did you kiss him back?”

             
She hesitated. “No.”

             
“I don't believe you.”

             
She heard the buckle of the belt skirt across the wood as I lifted it. “No, Matt, no! I swear to you! I didn't kiss him. I just stood there, at one second aroused and the next embarrassed. I was embarrassed
for
him. He wanted me so much and he didn't have a fucking clue what to do with me. I'd no longer any interest in him. Other than to laugh at him.”

             
I lowered the belt gently over her ass, slowly until the metal buckle cooled her reddest, sorest spots.

             
“I really wanted to laugh in his pathetic face... But I didn't. I lost my need to laugh all of a sudden.”

             
Agitation irked my erection. My testicles tensed. And fear engulfed my arousal.

             
“I saw it, Matt.”

             
My heart thumped. My head spun. My control caught between composure and collapse. “You saw what, Jill?”

             
“His fly was open.”

             
My knees weakened. My ankles ached. My feet stumbled back, then forward again.

             
“I could see into his trousers.”

             
Curiosity became necessity. “What did you see?”

             
She paused, her naked body vulnerable yet dominant as she was spread-eagle on the table. “I saw it.”