Page 33 of Daddy Brigadier

“Relax, that was just the warm-up.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LEXI

The sharp crack of the belt lands hard, making me cry out.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, breath hot against my ear.

To my surprise, there’s the strangest thrill in the pain. When the belt connected with my skin, an entirely new sensation coursed through me. “No,” I gasp softly.

A hint of a smile creeps into the corner of his mouth, as if he is loving my response.

Smack!Another sting on my ass ignites a thrill, then his hands glide over my back, soothing and massaging me. I can’t decide which I cherish more, the exhilarating spanking itself or his tender touch afterward.

“That’s enough for tonight. I don’t want to leave you damaged.”

I should feel relieved, but instead, an odd sense of disappointment washes over me.

Valentin lifts me into his arms, our chests pressing together as he tilts my chin to meet his gaze. Up close, I can see shimmering flecks of gold in his dark eyes. Though he’s more than twenty years my senior, not a single line on his face detracts from his dangerous appeal.

“You should have just asked, Krasotka. I would have happily brought you along as my date.”

I laugh, bitter and sharp. “Yeah, that would have been easier.”

His lips curl slightly in a half-smile. “And yet, here you are, naked and ready for me to punish you for misbehaving.”

“Valentin,” I plead, my voice trembling with fear. “What are you going to do with me?”

In a swift motion, he spins me around, pressing my back against his chest. His fingers wrap around my throat, not squeezing but holding me firmly in place. The unexpected movement knocks all the breath from my lungs, and I lean back into him, desperately gasping for air.

“You’re going to let me fuck you, however I want,” he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “And maybe if I’m satisfied, I might not kill you tonight.”

My mouth goes dry, and my heart pounds so hard he can surely hear it.

“Tell me to stop, Lexi.” Then he delivers a sharp slap to my backside with his free hand, his palm gliding over the warm redness left by his belt, and he strikes it again. “I dare you.”

His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Tell me not to fuck you the way I want to. Say it.”

I bite my lip, my pussy aching and exposed, and I tell him what he wants to hear. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

“Good little slut,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, his welcome praise sending a surge of heat coursing between my legs.

I lean forward as he slowly enters me, stretching me just at the edge of discomfort, a sensation that swiftly melts into pure pleasure. He leans down and tenderly kisses the nape of my neck. “Just relax,” he whispers softly in my ear, teasingly sucking on my earlobes.

He’s so thick that I need a moment to adjust to his size.

He moans softly as he draws me in deeper. “That’s it.”

He thrusts upward, making me gasp. “Oh, God.” Another powerful thrust follows. “Valentin,” I whisper through almost clenched teeth.

His fingers press against my clit, driving me swiftly toward the edge, and I press back against his hand, craving more friction. “Not yet.” He pulls his hand away, leaving me longing for a sense of relief. “I’m not done with you.”

He pushes me onto the bed, my chest sinking into the mattress. With a firm grip, he captures my arms behind my back and secures my wrists with his belt.

His fingers entwine in my hair as he presses my face down and pulls my hips up toward him. With his hand on my waist, he thrusts upward forcefully, making me cry out.

The mattress shifts with his thrusts, the headboard crashing hard against the wall. He holds me tightly, rendering me unable to move, a hand pressing firmly against my upper back.