DAMIEN'S POV
Damien looked at Aria's ass...red and marked from his belt, her body shaking with sobs...and felt the rage start to transform into something else.
Need. Desperate, overwhelming need to claim her completely.
He dropped the belt and ran his hands over her punished flesh, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. She whimpered but didn't pull away.
"Good girl," he murmured. "You took your punishment so well. But we're not done yet."
He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and groaned. She was soaking wet. The punishment had aroused her as much as it had hurt her.
"You liked it," he said, working his fingers slowly. "Being spanked. Being marked. Being reminded who owns you."
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I liked it. I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me...."
"There's nothing wrong with you." He added a third finger, stretching her. "You're perfect. Responsive. Made for me."
