Chapter 388/The Game is Officially Over
Chapter 388
Julie’s POV
I raised my arm, hoisting the leather belt high into the air with every ounce of strength I possessed, before bringing it slicing down in a sudden, catastrophic strike that shattered the silence of the room with a sharp crack, landing directly across the muscles of his broad back.
*Crack!*
His massive frame went completely rigid beneath the heavy impact of the cruel blow, a ragged, suffocating groan escaping from between his lips igniting a sweeping rush of absolute intoxication and a limitless madness deep inside me. I turned my green eyes downward, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the deep crimson welt rapidly engraving itself across his sweat-glistening skin, mingling seamlessly with the lingering marks left by my previous strikes from last time.
"Did that one truly hurt you, Jake?" I curled my lips with blatant arrogance, whispering in a low, provocative hiss as I shifted my knees higher up the outer curve of his thighs to completely anchor his movements despite his towering proportions.
Before he could even finish catching his ragged breath, he ground his teeth in burning malice, delivering a choked, gravelly baritone from deep within the pillows:
"Damn you... you little savage... strike me with everything you have! I will explicitly endure your delicious hell tonight!"
I let out a loud, rebellious laugh that echoed powerfully through the empty space at the exquisite sight of his exceptional submission for my sake. I raised the belt once more, letting my heavy strokes rain down ruthlessly and without a single shred of haste; I brought the leather down step by step, one heavy blow cracking against his solid shoulder, and another extending down to systematically grind his pride along the entire length of his spine with a sadistic cruelty that desperately craved to see my mark over his body.
Jake was convulsing beneath my hands with violent force, his iron fists tightly locking around the silk sheets with a pressure that threatened to tear the dark fabric apart from the intense mixture of pain and dark lust I was injecting into his pores. With every single lash, the tension ignited with a sudden madness as I monitored the veins throbbing fiercely across his physique, while his thick, rigidly erect dick rubbed explicitly against the mattress between his thighs in breathless movements that begged for a release through torment.
I stopped the beating abruptly, resting my warm palm directly over the site of my final strike to feel the blistering heat radiating from his skin. I leaned my torso completely forward until my ragged breaths fanned his earlobe, whispering with a biting mockery that dripped with absolute control:
"Now... confess honestly beneath my hands, Jake... who is the true master inside this room?"
He ground his teeth in burning spite, his massive frame shivering from the violent contractions and the intense lust pooling in his limbs. A gravelly groan tore from his throat, dripping with a towering pride that flatly refused to bow completely despite his physical submission.
He raised his head from the pillows with immense effort, twisting his neck to anchor his piercing blue eyes directly onto my green ones a fierce, sharp glare that felt like it was cutting through the dimness of the cabin with its striking madness. He rasped in a ragged, broken breath:
"You are my little sadist, Julie... and damn it, you are the one who owns this body tonight. But remember this very well: for every single mark you leave with that belt across my back, you will pay the absolute price inside the narrow depth of your rebellious pussy in just a moment."
I twisted my lips arrogantly, driving my knees down with extra pressure over his thighs to tighten my trap around him. I unhurriedly rested the cold tip of the leather belt against his damp neck with a dark amusement, whispering in a choked, breathless tone:
"Do not get ahead of yourself, Jake... I am absolutely not finished with your punishment yet, and your torment beneath my hands is still in its very beginning."
I raised my arm with the belt in a slow, highly calculated movement, before bringing it down in a sudden, brutal lash that twisted his frame in agony right beneath my weight. The blood was pumping with a hysterical madness through my veins due to the intoxicating pleasure of dominance, which completely erased the cold emptiness I had felt at the beginning. I thoroughly enjoyed watching his back muscles violently lock and his fists tear at the dark silk of the bed, while his pelvis shifted instinctively, causing his thick, heavily veined dick to rub fiercely against the sheets crying out with the desperate desire to penetrate and break free from the sadistic hell I had forced upon him against his will.
Suddenly, and at the absolute peak of my victory, the exceptional aura of submission entirely vanished from his body, replaced in the blink of an eye by that raw, savage ferocity that defined him. Jake ground his teeth with a violent force, and with a sudden, lightning-fast motion that didn’t even grant me a single split second to process what was happening, he violently hoisted his massive torso upward despite my weight over him. His iron hand clamped around the wrist that held the belt, twisting my arm with a crushing power that caused the weapon to instantly fall from between my fingers.
"My patience has officially run out, for hell’s sake... the game is over now, Julie!" he rasped in a deep, venomous hiss, his blue eyes blazing with a burning madness that threatened to consume the coldness of my face.
With a single, violent surge of his pelvis and his towering frame, he reversed our positions in a fraction of a second; he threw my body down against the mattress with overwhelming force, hovering over me with his entire heavy bulk to completely paralyze my movements. I desperately tried to break free, kicking my legs in a sudden rush of panic as I shouted in deep frustration:
"Jake! Let me go... get away from me, damn you!"