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“Answer me, my little slut.”
My legs almost buckled underneath me at his possessiveness. I didn’t want to answer him. I just wanted him to take me, to overpower me and fuck me just like he had yesterday. I wanted the pain. I wanted the pleasure.
I was almost desperate enough for another round of his belt.
My clit throbbed at the thought. I drew my lower lip in between my teeth, trying to maintain some semblance of control over myself, but nothing seemed to work.
My body felt like a volcano, moments awake from erupting. My fingers tingled and my toes curled. Every nerve in my body seemed like it was ready to fire all at once, and my legs trembled, giving me away whether I liked it or not.
Still, I defied him.
I refused to answer. I lifted my chin higher, pulled my shoulders back a bit further, and struggled in his hold. I knew I wasn’t going to escape him, but that didn’t really matter.
I just wanted to show him that I wasn’t the compliant, perfect little submissive that he wanted, that I was a force to be reckoned with all on my own.
His fingers tightened, pinching my nipple that much harder, and I gritted my teeth, pain radiating across my breast and striking right down into my core like a bolt of lightning. My back arched, inadvertently pressing my hands and my ass against his cock, and he growled.
His growl was a low, rumbling sound, primal and deeply resonant, so much so that it caught me by surprise. It started like distant thunder, a sound that seemed to originate from the very depths of his being. It was as if the sound carried with it an electric charge, igniting every nerve ending it touched, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Nikolaos,” I breathed.
His hand moved to my other nipple, and I sucked in a breath, trying to calm myself for what I knew was coming, but I couldn’t prepare for it. He took my nipple between his fingers and clamped down on it so hard that I saw stars, the delicious agony reigning through my body like a sudden storm, and I cried out.
Why was I fighting this again?
He pulled his hand back, releasing my nipple, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The pain escalated for a second, but eventually it started to fade, and I slumped forward, but then the flats of his fingers slapped my tit, right on top of the tip of my nipple, and I yelped out loud.
Then he spanked the other side just as firmly, making my breasts jiggle, but my mind was reeling from the stinging agony more than the shame of what my tits looked like as they bounced.
He spanked them hard several more times. My head went blank, solely focused on the terrible sting the flats of his fingers wrought on my naked breasts. I glanced down, seeing the pink flush his hand left behind, and I gasped, only just holding back one yelp after the next. Then he paused, the scalding hot burn radiating across my breasts, and my chest heaved up and down as I tried to catch my breath.
Fuck. That hurt almost as much as his belt. Maybe even more so.
“Tell me. You need a fucking, don’t you, my little slut?”
In the heated moment, a part of me wanted to fight him, to push against the overwhelming tide of authority and dominance he represented. My mind screamed for a semblance of control, to assert my independence against the pull of his commanding presence, but as the waves of desire crashed over me, they eroded the very foundations of my resistance.
Each thought of defiance became hazier, more distant, as the all-consuming flame of desire grew within me. It was a battle between my will and the sheer force of the attraction I felt towards him, which was rapidly overpowering every rational argument I had. His nearness, the intensity of his body around me, the deep timbre of his voice—all of it was dismantling my resolve, piece by piece.
I was losing myself in the tidal wave of desire.
He was offering exactly what I wanted. Why was I fighting him in the first place?
Fuck it.
I would get what I wanted either way.
“Oh my God, yes,” I finally breathed.
His dark chuckle chilled me to the bone, and my legs quivered with need. As I stood there, caught in the gravity of his presence, a part of me was relentlessly trying to gauge how far he would go. His every move was like a carefully played chess piece—deliberate and calculated. Would he push the boundaries even further? My mind raced, analyzing each subtle shift in his movements, every nuanced tone in his voice saying something more.
There was an unspoken question hanging in the air that neither of us dared to voice. Would he be more savage than he was yesterday? Harsher? More brutal?
Would he hold me after it was all over?
His grip on my arms loosened and my mind raced. What was going to happen next? Would he take me up to the bedroom? Would he fuck me right here?
With a quick turn, he spun me around to face him, and I got my first good look into those wild grey eyes of his.
