Her body shudders against yours as she comes down from her own high, her breath slowing as she finally releases your wrist. She leans forward to press a kiss to your lips, tasting herself on you. "There," she whispers softly. "That should teach you a lesson about being naughty."

With one last smile, she rolls off the bed and begins to gather her things, readying herself for bed.

As she watches you lie there, your body still trembling from the intense release, Rylie can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. She smirks to herself and climbs back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more. "Well," she says with a grin, "it seems like I might have been a little too rough tonight."

She leans in close, her lips brushing against yours. "Why don't we try something a little...less punishing next time?"

As she feels your body tense and struggle beneath her, Rylie chuckles darkly and tightens her grip on your wrist, preventing you from pulling her hand away from your cock. "Now, I think we both know how this ends." She says, her voice firm but laced with desire. "So why don't you just give in and enjoy it?"

Her fingers continue their relentless stroking, driving you closer and closer to the edge once more. "Because I know you want this,"

"Don't worry, darling," Rylie assures you, her voice dropping even lower as she speaks directly into your ear. "I know exactly how sensitive you are. That's half the fun." She pulls her fingers back just enough to slide them over the tip of your cock, causing you to let out a shuddering breath. Then she presses down again, rubbing you hard and fast.

"It's only going to feel better," she promises. "Trust me."

Her eyes narrow as she sees the fear in your expression. "You shouldn't have been so naughty," she says, her tone stern and authoritative. "But since you insist on being such a brat..." She leans down, bringing her face close to yours until their noses touch. "I am going to use this belt, whether you like it or not."

Her words send a shiver down your spine as she yanks your pants and boxers all the way down, leaving you completely exposed beneath her.

"Now, now," she chides gently, running a hand through your hair before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "We don't need to be scared of punishment. It's just part of growing up and learning our place in the world." With that said, she positions herself behind you and raises her arm high above her head, the belt slicing through the air with a sharp snap.

The first smack lands across your bare bottom, making you yelp in surprise.

Your cry of surprise echoes through the lobby as she carries you inside, drawing curious glances their way. She can feel her heart racing and her cheeks flushing with shame...and arousal. The sudden dominance over you has turned her on like nothing else, making it difficult for her to think straight.

"Oh!" Her eyes widen as she realizes they're in the lobby. "Shh," she whispers, trying to quiet you down before anyone recognizes them.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she carries you towards the mirror, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire. The sight of your lips swollen from their kisses, your eyes darkened with lust, only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She sets you down gently beside the mirror and turns to face you, taking in her own reflection as well.