Karl finally pulled back, leaving me stunned and gasping for air.
He swiftly removed his belt and held it contemplatively in his hands, eyeing me with an odd look I couldn't quite decipher.
My gaze immediately fixated on the simple strip of leather, and my stomach dropped as I realized exactly what kind of "punishment" he had in mind.
Surely he couldn't be serious? This had to just be another one of his twisted little mind games to mess with me.
"You know, I think you can actually help me out a little here, my lovely wife," he mused with a sly grin, gently tracing the line of my jaw with the cool leather of the belt in a deceptively tender caress.
I eyed the belt warily, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face and a sick feeling blossomed in my stomach.
My mouth
