He buzzed her in without saying a word. A portentous sign but what else had she expected? She rode up in the lift that he'd once made her come in before they'd reached the third floor and when the doors slid open she felt a weight forming in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't realised how much she was dreading this meeting. She dragged her feet towards his front door, apprehensive of what she might find behind it.
He opened the door in shirt-sleeves, just as she'd pictured him mere minutes before, wriggling with lustful expectation in the sweaty pleather of the taxi. But his eyes weren't lit with the salacious spark she'd hoped for. He didn't grab her and pull her inside, smashing his mouth on hers and wrestling her to the floor in a fit of passion. She'd known her fantasy had been too optimistic. The muscle of his jaw twitched in a familiar way and she could feel his anger radiating from him like a wave of heat.
'Go in to the bedroom,' he managed to say, his words laced with venom.
She obeyed, an idea of what was happen forming in her minds eye. Now the moment had come she wasn't sure she wanted it. His tone had invoked a chill worm of fear that was now wriggling up her spine. Though she felt she deserved what was going to happen, craved it on so many levels and had engineered events to move in this direction, she was now unsure if she was prepared for the outcome. But she had no choice but to take responsibility for her actions. She'd laid the track they were now running on and there was no way she could derail the impending events at this late stage. Her feet propelled her to the bedroom, the stage for so many sweet embraces. And one fateful mistake.
She stopped at the edge of the bed, unsure of what she should do, where exactly he wanted her to be. In the split second she'd realised he was standing behind her, his hand was on the back of the neck, forcing her face down onto the sheets. Her knees buckled beneath her and soon she was lying, trapped. His body lay heavy on top of hers and his words, roughened by his anger, found her ears.
'Don't make a fucking sound. Don't try and move. I know this is what you wanted, you little bitch, I know you've been aching for this moment. I don't like being manipulated, Isobel, and you've been playing with me right from the start. I was a fucking idiot not to realise it but now I'm going to give you everything you deserve, do you understand?'
His hand pulled the roots of her hair and his right hand painfully pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her sun dress.
'Answer me, bitch.' His voice was nothing but a growl and his erection was digging uncomfortably into her back. His grip on her hair tightened and a choked 'yes' was forced from her throat.
'What do you mean "yes"?' he snarled.
'Yes, I understand.'
'That's what I wanted to hear,' he said and stood up.
'Take off your dress.' She lifted her face from the bed and sat on her heels, still facing away from him. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her. As she pulled the flimsy dress over her head she heard the ominous clink of a belt buckle and the serpentine hiss of leather being pulled through belt loops. Her heart began to hammer.
'Bend over,' he said. 'Stretch your arms out in front of you.' How could she fight a command like that? He quickly secured her wrists with a horrible lavender coloured silk tie she'd seen him wearing at work and arranged her body so her arse was raised to him before leaning bodily over her once more, his cock turgid and hot even through his trousers.
'I'm not going to make you count, I don't see the point. I'm not going to give you any more than I think you can take but I won't give you any less than you deserve. You've been an incredibly bad girl, Isobel. You've acted like a malicious bitch and a wanton slut. I hope you're ashamed of yourself. You fucking should be. You're nothing but a cock-hungry little whore and that's how I'm going to treat you.'
His words made her cunt well up, they spoke to something deep inside her. Her clit throbbed and she mewed with longing. This was exactly what she had wanted.
With a crack the first blow seared her flesh, the pain blinding her, making everything blank. She wasn't sure if she'd cried out; the shock made her aware of nothing but the belt. Her skin began to sting as blood rushed to the surface; a hot, prickling feeling. The soft sound of the leather tearing the air precipitated another hard blow. The pain ricocheted through her, pushing everything else out. He was quick to give her another smack and another and soon she was screaming in pain. Her arse must already have been bright red, she could feel the marks as they blossomed on her flesh, but he showed no mercy. She tried to move herself away from the punishing blows but he had his hand on her back and her movements were half-hearted anyway. This feeling was like nothing else and she'd waited for it for so long. The vicious bite of the leather into her reddened and sensitive flesh was making her a soaking wet, sticky mess. She cried out once more as he struck her again with a force she hadn't been sure he was capable of.
