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"You did that well," I tell her. "Have you learned any lesson at all?"
Her furious gaze, now heated with arousal, tells me she most decidedly did not.
I lift her and place her belly down on the bed, spreading her out on all fours. "Stay there," I tell her, slamming my palm against her still-damp ass for emphasis. My handprint blooms bright pink on her naked skin, and I spank her a second time, then a third. I want to fuck her so badly I can't breathe, my blood pounding quick and hot in my veins. The small store of tools I've asked from Demyan should be here by now. I go to the living room, open the mail slot, and remove a leather pouch. I glance around for any sign of intrusion, but it seems whoever is after us has either decided to wait or has planned an ambush.
I'll be ready.
I go into the room where she still waits on all fours and take out a set of clamps and a dildo.
"Are you going to behave yourself yet, Olena?" I ask. She looks at me with narrowed eyes and doesn't respond. "It's hard to train a girl who likes to be punished," I muse.
"I don't like to be punished," she snaps.
"Really?" I ask, slamming my palm against her ass again, and again, and again, until her skin flushes pink under my touch. "Then how do you explain your arousal?" I ask. I part her thighs with the back of my palm and glide my fingers through her folds, so slick, so ready, the scent of her desire infusing my senses.
"Instinctive response," she grits out.
"The hell it is," I say. "You like receiving every bit as much as I like administering. Don't you?"
She closes her eyes and grits her teeth. Refusing to cave. Refusing to admit anything at all.
I will break her. I will train her. The girl will learn to submit if I have to fuck and spank her daily.
My conscience troubles me, but I tamp it down.
Taya didn't want this from me. But Olena lights up like the Northern Lights when I dominate her. Is this a betrayal?
I suspect her refusal to acknowledge this is part of the game.
In silence, I place the clamps on her nipples and give the chain between them a gentle tug. A little fire in her eyes dies when her lips part. I give her another harsh slap of my palm, then another, this one so hard little finger-shaped welts dot her skin and she whimpers.
"Open those legs."
She obeys, whimpering and moaning, while I glide the dildo in place and turn it on.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers. "Jesus… God."
I tug the chain between the nipple clamps and bend down, sinking my teeth into her shoulder while the dildo vibrates in her core.
"Maksym," she whimpers, all defiance gone now. "Oh, God."
I have a grave responsibility to protect her. To find who it is that's after us and end them.
But I also have a responsibility to make her mine.Chapter 14Olena
I'm so angry with him I don't want to do what he tells me, but he won't settle for anything less than my obedience.
And a part of me likes that. A part of me really, really likes that.
When he lifts me up and tosses me on the bed, my pulse spikes and my body begins to respond with awareness and need. There's something fiercely possessive about him that both thrills and terrifies me.
When he smacks my ass, my pussy clenches, as if there's an electric current attached to my clit that his palm ignites. He's taught me in such a short time that his domination is fraught with both pleasure and pain.
But he can be mean. So fucking mean, I want to slap his beautiful face. I want to—
Oh. Oh God.
The slim device he slipped through my folds and into my core vibrates. I begin to pant and squirm, my motion making the chain between the clamps swing. My nipples are on fire, my pussy aching. All thoughts I have immediately cease, only one thought in its place: touch me.
"Not so disobedient now, are you, angel?" he taunts me. The only response I can make is a garbled groan that sort of sounds like unghhh.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I want to fight him. I want to tell him to fuck the hell off because he's an asshole who doesn't deserve any of this from me, but when I try to form the words, my mouth won't cooperate. The vibration comes harder and faster, and I clench the bedsheets, my fingers grasping for purchase, when my climax rips through me so hard I throw my head back in a silent scream.
"That's it, angel," he says in a throaty whisper in my ear. "Chase that orgasm. Every last drop." He gently tugs the chain between the clamps and pats my ass affectionately as I come, and just when I begin to come down from that climax, he removes the nipple clamps with fluid, certain movements. The blood rushes back to the pinched skin, making my breasts ache with need, when he slips onto the bed and drags me onto his chest. I grind against him in helpless need, moaning, as he lifts me up to take one taut, pink nipple between his lips. He suckles, and I clench with need again.
