If Leks was a cruel man… If anything was different… I would be the one on the fishing boat to Alaska in hundreds of tiny pieces.
He wraps an arm around my waist as he steers me back to the loft. “I hope you don’t think this means you get away without punishment,zolotse.”
A rush of anticipation and awareness runs down my spine.
The second we step into the loft, Leks pins me against the door with a hungry look in his eyes. He doesn’t kiss me.
His hands get to work ripping off every item of clothing I’m wearing and tossing them to the floor. Then he heads towards his bedroom.
I move to follow him, but he catches me with an armwrapping around my waist, pushing my back against the door with a thud.
“Did I say you could follow me?” His voice is commanding and teasing all at once.
“No,” I reply breathlessly, arching my naked body against him as he holds me in place.
One hand tangles through my hair and I give a shiver of pleasure.
“Tie your hair up and wait here,” he instructs me, his voice gruff. He heads upstairs.
My nipples harden in the cool air as I wait for him to return.
When Leks comes back, he’s holding a dark piece of fabric. He wraps the blindfold over my eyes and murmurs approvingly.
Then he yanks my head back with his fist wrapped in my ponytail.
“This sunshine fucking hair of yours drives me crazy,zolotse.”
Leks gives a tug, then another tug, and leads me across the room.
When we stop I reach for him, finding the fabric of his shirt.
Hot awareness runs through my body when I remember that he’s still fully clothed.
Leks just walked me like a dog through his kitchen, with me absolutely naked and him fully dressed.
“Bend over.”
He pushes my head forward with his hand. My palms flatten against the marble of the kitchenbench.
“Have you ever been spanked before?
“I never broke any rules?—”
I let out a shocked sob as his palm makes contact with my ass.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Natalia.” He rubs his palm over my hot flesh in a soothing stroke. Then he brings another blow down on the other cheek. “If you stay quiet through your punishment, there will be a reward at the end of it.”
I keep my mouth closed but staying quiet is hard. Almost impossible.
The pain of each blow fades quickly. What’s hardest to resist is the pleasure that blooms behind it.
The sharp slaps send throbbing need straight to my clit. With the blindfold over my eyes, I let the sensation wash over me until it’s unbearable.
A trickle of moisture makes its way down my thigh.
This spanking has turned me on so much that I’m dripping.
I let out a moan as his palm brushes against me and my face flames.
