Bite Of Pain
Dangerous Professions Excerpt by Livia Grant
Out Of Print
"Robert, reach out and hold Kayla's forearms. Grip her hard and don't let go of her for any reason. If she pulls away we'll have to start all over again and believe me, she's not going to want that to happen. You may think you're hurting her, but I assure you that by holding her in place, you are helping her get her correction over as quickly as
possible."
Before she could wiggle out of place, Randy bent to grasp her left ankle, slipping the leather cuff on that he'd bought at the store only an hour before. He buckled the restraint to her tightly and pulled the attached flat rope wide, dragging her left leg with it. He tied her restraint to the left leg of the large desk, making sure to knot it
securely to prevent her yanking free.
As expected, Kayla began to struggle vigorously to free herself from the precarious position she found herself in. At the sound of her strangled cry Randy threw Robert a warning glare over her bare back.
He'd half expected his cousin to come to the starlet's defense, but instead found barely concealed lust on Robert's face. He may be protesting verbally to Randy's plan, but the predatory glint in his cousin's eyes made it clear he would not be interfering on behalf of the sexy woman now sprawled across his desk.
Randy made quick work of securing her right leg to the other side of the desk. It was a large piece of furniture, so her legs were splayed open an indecent width. Only the thin bikini panties protected her modesty in any small measure. Randy needed to remove her last protection to complete his preparations.
The panties were surprisingly easy to rip off her body. The lacy thinness fell to the floor, exposing to his scrutiny her bare, damp, and red pussy. It was easy to see her private flesh was already irritated from its earlier pounding. He’d been looking forward to punishing the already irritated cunt exposing him as the sadist he was. It was the growing inkling of guilt he felt for pushing her so hard and fast, that
surprised him.
Randy moved to the side of the desk so he could watch Kayla’s face as he spoke to her. The unexpected defiance he saw through the tears in her eyes challenged him. Guilt aside, he knew he wouldn't be stopping until those expressive eyes were filled with regret and humility.
"It's time to get started with your first of what I suspect will be many training sessions, Ms. Black. We will be spending quality time together as I groom you to be the perfect porn star. You'll be rewarded with money, fame, and respect if you stick with me. If you continue to defy me, you'll find yourself rewarded with intense pain instead. The choice will be yours.”
Randy reached for the buckle of his belt. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling the wide leather from its loops with a swoosh. By the time it was free, shocked awareness filled her face.
"You barbarian. You can't be serious. You're going to use your belt on me?"
"I’ve planned forty-five lashes, one for each minute you were late to the set. I'll add ten more for not using the proper title. My name is, sir. Let's see if my belt can help you remember.”
He may be a hard-ass but even Randy knew a novice like Kayla deserved a warm-up before submitting to a severe punishment. Her cute yelps of pain as he used the flat of is palm to warm the milky skin of her bottom turned his cock to steel.
Once her ass was a nice shade of pink, he wasted no more time.
Stepping back to angle his body, Randy pulled his arm back and delivered a strong strike directly in the middle of her creamy white ass.
Her surprised squeak tweaked his cock, but he didn't give her time to recover. Randy landed the first strokes in a fast flurry, moving from one blazing strike to the next, quickly building a fire across her ass.
By the time he took a break after the first ten lashes, Kayla was screaming louder than if she'd been cast as the lead in a horror movie.
The only reason Randy took a break at all was to inspect his handy work. Doubts about her questionable consent aside, he was still a dominant and that meant he would never do anything that would truly hurt someone in his care. Seeing the fiery splotch on her right hip, he knew the flick of the end of the belt was delivering the hardest punishment. He moved to her right and began the next set of ten from
the other side of her body to ensure the pain was evenly distributed across her entire ass.
Kayla was still struggling like a mad woman to escape. Her toes didn't even touch the floor, but she was jerking her body so hard in her attempt to escape the bite of pain his belt was delivering that the entire desk had moved from its original spot.
Through her sobs, she finally spoke. "Oh, God. You have to stop! It's too much. You're killing me."
"No, Ms. Black, I'm training you. What lesson have you learned so far?"
possible."
Before she could wiggle out of place, Randy bent to grasp her left ankle, slipping the leather cuff on that he'd bought at the store only an hour before. He buckled the restraint to her tightly and pulled the attached flat rope wide, dragging her left leg with it. He tied her restraint to the left leg of the large desk, making sure to knot it
securely to prevent her yanking free.
As expected, Kayla began to struggle vigorously to free herself from the precarious position she found herself in. At the sound of her strangled cry Randy threw Robert a warning glare over her bare back.
He'd half expected his cousin to come to the starlet's defense, but instead found barely concealed lust on Robert's face. He may be protesting verbally to Randy's plan, but the predatory glint in his cousin's eyes made it clear he would not be interfering on behalf of the sexy woman now sprawled across his desk.
Randy made quick work of securing her right leg to the other side of the desk. It was a large piece of furniture, so her legs were splayed open an indecent width. Only the thin bikini panties protected her modesty in any small measure. Randy needed to remove her last protection to complete his preparations.
The panties were surprisingly easy to rip off her body. The lacy thinness fell to the floor, exposing to his scrutiny her bare, damp, and red pussy. It was easy to see her private flesh was already irritated from its earlier pounding. He’d been looking forward to punishing the already irritated cunt exposing him as the sadist he was. It was the growing inkling of guilt he felt for pushing her so hard and fast, that
surprised him.
Randy moved to the side of the desk so he could watch Kayla’s face as he spoke to her. The unexpected defiance he saw through the tears in her eyes challenged him. Guilt aside, he knew he wouldn't be stopping until those expressive eyes were filled with regret and humility.
"It's time to get started with your first of what I suspect will be many training sessions, Ms. Black. We will be spending quality time together as I groom you to be the perfect porn star. You'll be rewarded with money, fame, and respect if you stick with me. If you continue to defy me, you'll find yourself rewarded with intense pain instead. The choice will be yours.”
Randy reached for the buckle of his belt. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling the wide leather from its loops with a swoosh. By the time it was free, shocked awareness filled her face.
"You barbarian. You can't be serious. You're going to use your belt on me?"
"I’ve planned forty-five lashes, one for each minute you were late to the set. I'll add ten more for not using the proper title. My name is, sir. Let's see if my belt can help you remember.”
He may be a hard-ass but even Randy knew a novice like Kayla deserved a warm-up before submitting to a severe punishment. Her cute yelps of pain as he used the flat of is palm to warm the milky skin of her bottom turned his cock to steel.
Once her ass was a nice shade of pink, he wasted no more time.
Stepping back to angle his body, Randy pulled his arm back and delivered a strong strike directly in the middle of her creamy white ass.
Her surprised squeak tweaked his cock, but he didn't give her time to recover. Randy landed the first strokes in a fast flurry, moving from one blazing strike to the next, quickly building a fire across her ass.
By the time he took a break after the first ten lashes, Kayla was screaming louder than if she'd been cast as the lead in a horror movie.
The only reason Randy took a break at all was to inspect his handy work. Doubts about her questionable consent aside, he was still a dominant and that meant he would never do anything that would truly hurt someone in his care. Seeing the fiery splotch on her right hip, he knew the flick of the end of the belt was delivering the hardest punishment. He moved to her right and began the next set of ten from
the other side of her body to ensure the pain was evenly distributed across her entire ass.
Kayla was still struggling like a mad woman to escape. Her toes didn't even touch the floor, but she was jerking her body so hard in her attempt to escape the bite of pain his belt was delivering that the entire desk had moved from its original spot.
Through her sobs, she finally spoke. "Oh, God. You have to stop! It's too much. You're killing me."
"No, Ms. Black, I'm training you. What lesson have you learned so far?"