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While his body relaxed, his expression became even more comically thunderous. “Oh, you want to play, neposlushnaya devochka?” His hands tightened on my waist, and I felt the same erotic thrill run through me that I’d felt when he was spanking me earlier.
I nodded my head slowly and before I could think, he had me bent back over his knee, his hand rubbing roughly on the tender skin of my ass.
“I like when you fight with me, Emmy, but I like when you’re my neposlushnaya devochka even more,” he murmured, following up his statement with several hard swats that had me once again questioning my decision-making. All doubt was erased, when his knowledgeable fingers moved between my thighs, rubbing in all the right places and pushing me to the very edge. The combination of the lingering pain and heat on my ass mixed and got confused with the heady pleasure of his fingertips.
“Oh my god, please don’t stop,” I begged, gripping his calf as my body eagerly chased the pleasure that was just out of my grasp. The iron bar in Ivan’s pants rubbing against my hip gave evidence that he did, indeed, like when I was a naughty girl.
Instead of giving me what I needed, he pulled his hand away completely. “No, what are you doing?” I whined.
“Don’t worry, malyshka,” he said, flipping me on my back on the bed. “I’ll give you what you need. Spread your legs.”
I spread my legs, uncaring of modesty in my desperate pursuit of pleasure. He ripped open his jeans and didn’t even bother removing them before he was lowering himself between my thighs. His hand wrapped around the thick length of his cock as he positioned himself at my entrance and slammed himself completely inside in one hard lunge.
I screamed, stunned to feel myself orgasming already. “That’s right, naughty girl, come all over my cock,” he grated in a throaty voice.
He followed up his first heavy thrust with a flurry of hard, pounding surges that had me once again skyrocketing. His big hands gripped my ass, pulling me harder against him while rubbing abrasively over my sore, sensitized skin. The sensory overload had me digging my nails into his back as he finished in three heavy thrusts that had him groaning and muttering tangled Russian as he unloaded inside of me.
“Jesus Christ, Emmy,” Ivan groaned into my neck before collapsing on top of me. He breathed heavily for a moment before withdrawing from me and rolling us over.
As I reflected on what just happened, my brain wanted to conjure up some embarrassment over my newly discovered appreciation for spanking, but my body didn’t have the energy to care. In fact, all the things I was worrying about seemed to have been wiped away. Sex worked a lot better than journaling.
“How are you, malyshka?” Ivan asked as he tucked his spent dick back into his underwear, not bothering to refasten his pants, and wrapped his arms around me. I knew what he was asking. Was I okay with what we just did? Was I okay that he hadn’t told me about my secret dad? Was I okay with us?
“I’m fine. Better than fine actually, but that may be the endorphins talking,” I joked.
His hand slipped down to grip my ass briefly. “You okay here?” His eyes were carefully watching me, as if to be certain that I wasn’t freaking out. I understood. I’d been a virgin, like, five minutes ago and things had really escalated quickly. But I didn’t regret it, not at all.
I gave him a cheeky smile. “I’m especially good there.”
He gave me a relieved grin and tightened his hold on one cheek, almost the point of discomfort. “Well, then I guess I’ll have to give you plenty of opportunities to misbehave.”
I blushed but smiled. “I’ll keep my eye out for them.”
He kissed my forehead, then frowned.
“What?”
“I’m thinking about our argument.”
I sat up a bit. “Ivan, you were right. I was overwhelmed and lashing out.”
“Yes, but that fight revealed something to me. You still have anger and resentment about how I acted toward you.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but then closed it. Was he right? It was hard to know when we were feeling in perfect alignment. But the minute I got upset again, would the same issue rear its head like a sleeping monster?
I glanced at him and found his gaze inspecting me carefully. Guilt trickled over me for possibly holding this against him. I opened my mouth to put him at ease.
He put a finger on my mouth, his voice low. “Emmy, you don’t know what a complication you threw into my life. I never wanted to be attached to anyone ever again, let alone a woman. Everything about what you needed from me was terrifying. It still fucking is. Looking back, I realized I wanted to get away from you because you made me feel too much, and though I tried to cut things off, it was already over for me. I would never be able to stay away from you and pretending I could was just that—pretending. You were mine ever since you threw yourself in my arms at Katya’s. It just took me a while to accept it. I was never going to be able to leave you alone, Emmy. Never.”
My mouth dropped as I stared at Ivan, his usually composed expression completely open to me. His emerald eyes were soft with affection and love and certainty.
I frowned as something clicked for me. “You’re right. I think I really am still insecure, and it triggers me. I keep waiting for you to shut down and run away. My reaction was a bit ridiculous considering where we are in our relationship, but there’s this fear still sitting there.”
Ivan grimaced. “I probably didn’t do much to help with that considering what I hid from you.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Oh, wait, where’s your phone?”
My mind rattled at the quick change in the direction of the conversation. “What?”
“I need your phone.”
