In one moment, his touch multiplied the searing of the welt he had attention for. In another, he settled purposeful slap and a caress across the same welt that was anything but sweet. The pain spread through her all over again just as he opened herself to him once more. This time, instead of merely inspecting her, she tensed as Oscar dragged the leather belt across her lips. Again, it caused an unwelcome pressure through her hips as the leather slid over her. Unbeknownst to her, a tiny trail of wetness appeared on the leather.<br/><br/>Oscar lashed her again, twice, each one rippling through her body. He continued to speak but she could barely hear him. All she heard was the heavy thump of her heart and the rushing of blood behind her ears. It wasn’t until he wrapped the angry leather around her thigh, high over hip, that she began to comprehend what he was saying to her. He didn’t yell now, but the way the belt bit into the outer lip of her sex, he didn’t need to.<br/><br/>Her tears were real now, spilling down reddened cheeks that proved her horror. Terrified of what he’d do next, mortified by her slight arousal and dreading the rest of her life, Elsie gripped the bedpost, pressing her forehead to wood as he finally set her feet back on the floor. The leather had pinched tender territory so hard she was certain it left a mark. More so when he pulled it free, leather tugging at thin, sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>The gasp that fell from her lips when he moved the leather to her neck was not one of pleasure or need, but absolute fear. She was scared of him and it showed. Her fingers went to the belt where it dug into her neck, anticipating him tightening its hold too far. Elsie abandoned her position, hands leaving their post and searching for purchase between leather and skin.<br/><br/>“Oscar, please, stop.” She’d beg if that’s what he wanted to. “I’ll do anything for you. But please, you’re scaring me.”