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He concentrated on the round of discipline for a few minutes, the prickling sensations tearing through me now entirely different than before. I was thrown onto another plane, incapable of speaking. It made no sense that the level of anguish he was providing also sent white-hot heat directly into my core. No normal woman was turned on by being disciplined. Were they? I couldn’t fathom an answer.
“You will learn that obedience has very pleasurable rewards,” he said, his rugged voice more of a sensual whisper.
“Never.”
“Hmmm… Then you’ll learn to do without.”
He brought his hand down four additional times, every strike harder than the one before.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt the oppressive heat of his body resting against mine as he placed his hands on either side of me. I moaned as soon as I felt his throbbing cock pressed against my aching bottom. When he shifted his hips back and forth in a promise of things to come, I clenched my fingers around the bedding.
My mystery lover slid one hand under my stomach, cupping and squeezing my breast with enough force I moaned from the pressure and the increased wetness between my legs. He murmured additional words in Russian, his hot breath cascading across my shoulders as he spoke in whispers. It didn’t matter what he was saying at this point, his tone enough to keep the fire burning brightly.
He wrapped his hand around my hair, pushing it aside but keeping his fingers intertwined in my long strands. Then he lowered his head, peppering my skin with a series of kisses, dragging his rough tongue in circles across my back. He continued caressing me, rolling his fingers down my back, shifting from one hip to the other. When he slowly eased the tips down my thigh, I shuddered visibly, shifting my hips back as much as the tight confines would allow.
I was breathless from imagining what he would do to me, the brutality he’d use when taking what he wanted. That made the entire experience even more sinful as our lust continued to grow. The combination of scents in the air was staggering, the powerful aphrodisiac more intoxicating than any drug.
“Fucking you will be such a pleasure,” he said, the rich, deep tone of his voice entirely different than before. “Is that what you want,l’vitsa?”
“Yes,” I whispered without hesitation.
“Then tell me.”
How was I supposed to admit anything else to this man? When I didn’t answer right away, he twisted my hair in his fingers, yanking on my head.
“When I give you a command, you will follow my orders without hesitation. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I managed, also the single word held more disdain than an entire soliloquy. I didn’t need my law degree to tell me that the words he’d just spoken were part of the artistry of seduction. He meant them.
“My little lioness has sharp claws. That’s something I’ll keep in mind. Now, tell me what you want.” Another hard crack of his palm against my backside was a further reminder that as of this moment, he was completely in charge.
“Fuck me,” I said, the hollow tone to my voice surprising me.
“Louder.”
“Fuck me.” This time, the sound reverberated in the room.
“Excellent. Now, you’re going to learn what fucking a true monster is really like.”
As he pushed his cockhead against my swollen folds, I’d lost all fear of the man purporting himself to be a beast. Even if that was the case, I no longer cared. I kept repeating this was only sex, a method of achieving gratification while indulging in the kind of fantasy that might shock my friends, certainly my colleagues.
But I sensed the moment he thrust the rest of his shaft deep inside, forcing my already aching muscles to stretch in acceptance, that this wasn’t just about satisfying my pleasure. There was no reason for me to think that way other than I’d gathered a sense he had a hidden agenda. By all rights, I should have grilled him for his name, requiring him to show his driver’s license, but that would have spoiled the dangerous interlude.
At least the treat was something I could hold onto, a delicious memory to savor during long, cold nights alone. “Oh!” I closed my eyes, no longer capable of breathing as my pussy clamped around his thickness. I hadn’t been expecting the intensity of the pleasure or the raw sensations scouring through me. He remained fully seated inside, his breath as ragged as mine, his firm hold on my hair never letting up.
I wanted to touch him, to stroke every inch of his body. I longed to trace the inked patterns and to drag my tongue around the two scars I’d caught a glimpse of. But I knew he’d never permit anything of that nature. It was too intimate, personal, and he would never allow me to get close.
This is just one time, kiddo.
True enough.
He rolled his fingers down my back as he’d done before, slowly sliding them along the crack of my ass. When he snapped his hand against my bruised bottom again, I yelped, blinking away a single tear that had nothing to do with pain. I remained on edge, still trying to find a way to explain myself out of the situation. Why couldn’t I let go entirely, to feel the kind of freedom that only hot sex would allow?
My muscles pulsed around him much like my heart was beating in time with his. When he pulled almost all the way out, I whimpered in response.
“Don’t worry, lioness. We are just beginning.”
The deep gravel in his voice would remain ingrained in my mind for several nights to come. I pushed back against him, his dark chuckle a few seconds of reward. Then he plunged into me again with an intense growl, the force he used pushing me forward.
