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“Let’s give the to re one hand throughto remember,” he says, and I feel the hairs on the back of , Austin turns on his heels and walks to the edge of the stage He opens his arh I can only see his back, he looks like a God to me

Moving slowly, he takes his hands to the collar of his shirt and, grabbing it, he pulls on it harshly Thefrom the speakers, the deep rumble of the bass and drums as a sensuous music starts The crowd buzzes with excite his ripped pectorals and hard wall of abs I can’t help but walk toward hiainst his,all the way up to his pecs The crowd cries out, the wohthat I’m part of the show They have no idea that this whole show is meant for me

I run ers down the side of Austin’s body and, when I ertips over his leather belt and only stop when I find its buckle My fingers ith precision as I open it and then pull the belt out froether with a dry sound, and then hand the belt to Austin I don’t knohy, but I want him to use that belt on me… Exactly how, I don’t know He takes it froo back to the front of his pants; I pop out the button on top, but before I can grab his zipper and pull it down, Austin turns on his feels to face me, the folded belt still in his hands The look in his eyesat a furious pace

“Sit down,” Austin tells me, and I raise one eyebrow at him Sit dohere? But I don’t need to ask him that: one of his e and places a chair right in the rin, anxiety eating my heart out, and walk toward the chair I sit down and wait patiently as Austin walks towardthe belt he has in his hands

Letting go of one end of the belt, he lets it fall until it alainst my knee and slides it up until itit to push et a gli

Then, he goes around the chair and positions hiain, but this ti when its leathery end is nestled right inhard now, anxious to feel the warers on me and not the cold one from his belt, and as if he can read my mind, that’s exactly what he does

He hangs the belt on the chair and, placing both his hands on my shoulders, pushes the straps of s lie offor a slow boil, and I can already feel the at here? I can al They’re confused and horny, and co their eyes off of Austin and I They’re in a trance, and we are the pendulu them into dreamland

“What are you doing, Austin?” I ask hi from the speakers Still, he hears me and leans into me, a whisper in his lips

“Just wait and see,” he says, “I’ to show you what Python is all about” That hten up inside my chest; what is Python all about, after all? It’s not really a bar, and it’s not really a strip club The place where dreans over the entrance reads, but what does that even uys as much as the next woman, but what is all this conversation about dreams?

He walks around the chair once rabs me by the hand and pulls rabs me by the hips and places one forearo straight for the chair and I supportfor the belt; I just groet, hs

He places the tip of his fingers on the back ofthe he it over

Folding the belt again, he runs the leather over my ass cheeks and my crack, and then he takes it off ofmyself for the impact, but it doesn’t come Only when I relax my body and open my eyes to see what’s happen, do I hear the whistle of the belt cutting through the air, and then I can’t stop ainstthe chair so harshly thatwhite Then, I hear that whistle in the air again and clench my ass

“Fuck,” Iwith the dry sound of the leather sh he isn’t really sentle about it either And, God, I just love it There’s so a little bit of pain inside the bedrooe I know that not all wos up a bit “Harder,” I tell Austin, looking back at hirin on my lips

“Harder it is,” he grins back atit, the belt firritup my spine as I feel the pain of i red, and I get even wetter as I realize that every single woman inside Python would trade places with me in a heartbeat, and all just for a chance to be closer to Austin

I cry out loud as pain stingsthe belt to sain and again, the rhyth up with the steady beat of theas I feelto be set free fro