Such a Bad, Bad Girl

"I'mma hit you my favorite number of times, and you will count, if you don't, I'll keep hitting you until you do, you know better than to doubt me, Arianna. Understood?"

My hands came up to grab the sides of the bed near my head tighter, and I lifted my hips a bit, arching my ass to him, needy of him and anything he wanna give me, "Mmhm, understood," I mumbled.

"Louder, Arianna," he ordered firmly.

That only made wetter, "Understood," I said again.

"That's right, that's how I like it," he purred, brushing his belt on my ass, getting a moan out of my lips, "such a bad, bad girl you've been, Arianna," then he hit my ass with the belt the first time, and my eyes rolled, a moaned cry leaving my lips as I grabbed the mattress harder. "I told you to count," his voice was dangerous. "Again!" He hit my ass again.

"O-o-one," I counted.

"Louder," he hit me again.

"O-one!" I tried louder.

"We both know you can scream louder than that, Arianna, I do not want to cross the line here and force that scream out of your pretty lips," he growled. "So, count louder for me to hear you. You know how I love to hear you scream, Arianna. So, scream for me. Let us go again, yeah? Count. Louder!" He snapped before hitting my ass with the leather belt one more time.

Fuck, I feel like cumming. "One!" I yelled louder than before.

"Yes," his pleased word sounded almost like a moan in my ears, "that's more like it. Come on, Arianna, that was just a test, let me hear your scream again. One more time," he exclaimed again and even without looking, I knew he was grinning like a devil.

"O-one!" I counted again, even louder.

"Not quite how I want it yet, Arianna. Where are the tears? Don't be such a bad girl with me, do it how I like it!" He yelled and I felt my entire body shaking with desire, my ass already aching, then he hit me again, with even more strength than before, leaving my skin pulsating with the pain of the abuse.

"One!" I cried, screaming so loud my lungs hurt.

"Fuck, yes," he moaned, "that's my good girl. Keep it like that and cry louder for me, Arianna. Exactly how I like it, you know how it is, we've been through this before," then another hit.

"Two!" I cried again, and he growled pleased, then kept going and hitting me again, "Three!" Again, "Four!" And again, "Five!" And again, "Six!" Again, "Seven!" …And again, "Fifty-nine!"

The more he hit me, the more tears rolled down my eyes, the more my ass ached, the harder it became to keep my voice loud, the more drenched my pussy got, the more my body begged for a pause on this, for something more. "Almost there," he growled sensually.

I want him so bad. "Sixty-two!" I need him. "Sixty-three!" I need him inside me. "Sixty-four!" I need to know how his cock will feel inside me. "Sixty-five!" Will it fit me? "Sixty-six!" Will he like to fuck raw? "Sixty-seven!" Will he be a top, a bottom, or versatile like me? "Sixty-eight!" Will he fuck me rough or be surprisingly kind in bed? How tight will my pussy wrap around his huge cock?

"Arianna!" He yelled, hitting me again, after I didn't count, but I didn't count either. Then again, and I still didn't count. "Don't be a bad girl, it just one more, you know my favorite number," then again. "Stop provoking me, Arianna, and count the fucking number!" Again, I said nothing. "Arianna," he hissed, grabbing me by the nape of my neck and forcing me to look up to him, "I'm warning you,"

"What?" I whispered, throat sore. "What will you do if I don't count? Uh? Keep hitting me?" I questioned defiantly. "This ain't an effective punishment, Dante."

"You will count," he said through clenched teeth.

"I will not," I countered. "You can't force me!"

"Arianna," he warned, his pupils taking over everything, and darkening his eyes entirely, "don't play with me, girl. You think you can handle it? You cannot. So, while I'm being merciful to you, you better count. Don't make me cross the line," he tightened his grip on my neck, "you might not survive the consequences of pushing me."

Oh, but I would gladly die for it. "I won't count," I glared at him unbending, knowing he gets mad when I do this.

"Arianna," he said my name like a cursing, another warning.

"Dante," I said his back, but like I said it like prayer.

"Stop," he hissed, "I am older than you."

"And I have daddy issues!"

"I am a Priest!"

"I'm not Catholic," I breathed.

He frowned as if he didn't not expect me to say that at all, in a very sexy way, "You don't worship God?"

"The only God I wanna worship is you," I purred.

Dante froze, eyes dark with the same desire blooming in mine, lips parted in a amused kind of shock, "Say that again," he ordered.

"You're the only God I want to worship," eyes on his.

And finally, finally, a devilish crooked grin curled his lips and he gave me the unholiest of the looks, "You can't take that back."

"I won't," I said firmly in a whisper, licking my lips.

His eyes followed and he swallowed, "Fuck it!"

Forcing me closer by my neck, he slammed his lips on mine in the most breathtaking and intense kiss of my lips, opening my lips with his tongue hard and forcing it inside, abusing my tongue with his, and I kissed him back, desperate for more. He other arm forced me to sit down on the bed as he leaned in, and I couldn't help crying on his lips with the pain that lashed over me when my abused ass was pressed down on the mattress with all the weight of my body. And that was enough to make him pause the kiss, both out of breath.

"Come here," he whispered, rolling with me on the bed, hand on my hips, and coming under me, making me straddle his lap. His majestic huge body making me feel small. "How much of a bad girl you are to tempt a Priest to break his vow to God, Arianna," his right hand went from my hips to my jaw. "You won't be able to run from me now, Arianna, and I'm going to ruin you," he breathed, nuzzling his nose on mine. "I tried, I really fucking tried to stay away and not do anything about this.

"But your devilish ass couldn't let me go, could you? No, you taunted, tempted, and provoke me over and over again," he pressed his forehead on mine. "Do you know what's gonna happen to you now, Arianna?" He breathed. "I'm going to destroy your pussy so fucking hard, it'll erase the memories of all the inexperienced boys you've allowed inside you. And,"

"No," I breathed, struggling.

He frowned, glaring at me, "No?"

"That won't be possible, Dante," I told him.

"And why is that?" He mocked.

"Because I'm actually a virgin," I chuckled anxiously.

And Dio, if the look on his face didn't make my heart flutter.