Free Sasha's Portrait by B. J. Wane

punishment today. Don’t worry,” he added, rising from the bench and taking her hand. “Like you said, they’re still far enough that they can’t see details, only actions.”

Chapter Six
    Sasha pulled on her hand, but Derrick didn’t release her as he strode across the deck to the mast. “This time,” he said, taking her hands and raising them over her head, “you won’t get the chance to get off like you do over my lap.” Grabbing a dangling rope from the crossbeam, he quickly and efficiently looped it around her wrists and secured it to the beam, leaving her stretched tautly. Standing in front of her, he grasped her chin and looked down into her wary blue eyes. “Do you trust me?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, uncertain of what he intended but equally certain he wouldn’t really hurt her or do anything she wouldn’t like. When his hands went slowly to his belt, she swallowed over a throat gone dry. He had used the belt on her only once, and she had loved the feel of leather on her naked buttocks, the quick fiery sting and the pain induced pleasure.
    Derrick pulled the belt free and doubled it over, his eyes on hers, noting the wariness and the excited gleam she couldn’t hide. His free hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping the pointed nipple as he said, “You’re going to wait for my command before finding your release, Sasha. It’ll be difficult, but I promise it’ll be worth the sacrifice.”
    “I’ll try, Derrick.”
    “Someday,” he whispered against her lips as the belt landed with a swift and brutal sting across her ass, “you’re going to call me Master.” His fingers pinched her nipple as he struck her again, his lips drinking in her gasp of painful pleasure.
    Sasha whimpered as the lash of his belt raised a fiery, stinging heat across her buttocks. Jerking in her bonds, she tried to get closer to him; her mouth clinging to his in needy desperation; her nipples aching tenderly from his hard fingers. He never let up on his strokes as his mouth left hers and traveled to her sore nipples, suckling first one and then the other. Throwing her head back, she arched into his mouth while thrusting her hips back to accept each stroke. When his hand cupped her sopping cunt, a long finger sliding easily between her folds; she cried out, the pain in her buttocks intensifying, bringing her to immediate arousal. His mouth continued to suckle her breasts, his teeth biting, his tongue caressing, as his finger lightly grazed her swollen clit, causing her to cry out and shove against his invading hand.
    Derrick felt her response, the heated wetness coating his fingers, the tightening of her slick walls as she neared climax. Quickly, ruthlessly, he removed his hand and mouth from her, denying her that pleasure as he stepped back and swatted her buttocks again and again, noting the bright redness of her cheeks, the light sheen of perspiration coating her soft skin, and the flush of pleasure on her face.
    “Derrick, please,” she begged, pulling on her bound hands, her lithe body swaying to and fro. “Touch me again. Please.”
    “Like this, Sasha?” he asked, sliding two fingers into her cunt, rubbing his thumb over her engorged clit as he struck her hard across the top of her thighs.
    “Yes! Oh, yes, please don’t stop.”
    Derrick chuckled and once again removed his hand from her desperate pussy. “Not yet, baby.” Three more lashes covered her buttocks and caused her to cry out in both pain and unfulfilled need. Dropping the belt, he caressed her hot ass; his voice soft and soothing as she shook. “Shh. Soon, Sasha. I’ll let you come all you want. But, first, we need to finish your punishment.”
    Sasha moaned in relief and frustration as Derrick released her hands only to tie them again behind her back. Her buttocks ached warmly, feeling swollen and tender, much the same as her pussy did. Tears of frustration threatened to spill, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how