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“Are you fucking blaming me?” I hissed.
“Maybe I am.”
She obviously had a death wish. I slackened my grip and waited until her ass had left the seat before shoving her back down. She let out a wail, no doubt more hurt than she was allowing herself to feel. I was furious with myself more than with her. I should have known she wasn’t ready for this and yet, I put her in that situation. In reality, I was the stupid one in this room. And that didn’t help the situation any.
Someone had to pay, and it wouldn’t be me.
“What did you just say to me?” I asked, feeling the muscle in my jaw twitch. Becoming silent again, she looked away. I grabbed her jaw and steered it back, forcing her eyes to meet mine. There was fresh resolve in them. “Say that again.”
“You have yourself to blame,” she answered, her voice weak.
“You fucking brat, unable to take responsibility for your own actions,” I spat. “But what was I expecting? After all, your mother didn’t fucking teach you anything. She was the one who was supposed to groom you in our ways. We both know she failed as a parent and as a business partner. I should have known you were fucking useless the moment she traded you, her only child, to an enemy … without battling an eye lid. She did that because she knew you could ruin me.”
I was finally hitting a nerve. Marinka glanced at me, eyes wide and mouth open.
“Leave my mother out of this!” she said, eyes now glassy. We both knew I was right. Her mother didn’t care about her, like my father had never cared about me. “You have me now, so you got what you wanted.”
I released her arm and then grabbed a chair so I sat opposite her. She made me lose my shit so easily. I didn’t think I ever had to deal with someone so clueless. I glanced at the ceiling, trying to suppress the memory of my father standing over me. Me gasping for breath, his eyes empty as he held that fucking stick.
“You have this all wrong, teacup,” I said. My voice vibrated, and so did my whole body. “You’re useless to me if you don’t perform as I ask you to, and it seems to me you don’t get gravity of the situation here. So, I will teach you not to screw up my plans and refrain from talking back to me.”
Everything was upside down, inside out—but one thing was constant. I made the rules in every aspect of my life. Being right or wrong was immaterial. What mattered was clout. Leadership. The fact everyone understood who was the boss. In our world, that was the only thing that kept you alive. Kept those you protected alive, too, if you were lucky enough.
Her perplexed expression made me smile, and the anger seeped out of me. My office was empty. Marco was guarding the door. He knew no one could disturb me right now.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked breathlessly.
Was that dread or anticipation in her tone?
“I’m going to punish you. Teach you a lesson teacup,” I explained, staring back at her. Taking off my luxury suit jacket, I leisurely placed it on the back of the chair, feeling myself go hard with each passing moment. Marinka didn’t realise how much I got off on women’s pain. How the very thought of it set me ablaze. I appreciated a degree of contrived schoolgirl charm in a pleasurable game of cat and mouse—yet, there was nothing made up in this case. No theatrical flair to her cluelessness. I had sincerely never dealt with someone so naïve as this person right in front of me. She had no fucking clue. No clue whatsoever. Most women liked being tied up, choked or whipped—a straightforward understanding from a fetish standpoint—but this one here ... she wouldn’t even fathom what that even meant. She probably had never given a blow job, either, the most basic of erotic accomplishments, so this was going to be interesting. “Get on that pool table and spread your legs,” I demanded.
She didn’t move an inch but I waited, caressing my jaw as I watched her. In truth, I’d never been a patient man.
“I’m not going to repeat myself,” I growled, showing her the bulge and the fact she was turning me on. That was a language I understood—my body’s response was never something I worked to hide. Marinka’s gaze darted down, and I thrived on her reaction. Trepidation—no, even more …dread—rose from the depths of her eyes, covering her usual infantile, stubborn expression. She stood then, drawing a ragged breath, which had me imagine how I was going to fuck her mouth, thrusting my hard erection into her without a care in the world, until she gagged.
She glanced at the pool table that was set up in the middle of the room and walked to it. Awkwardly, she climbed on it. When she was on all fours, my pulse speed up. She was way younger than me and frankly, I normally fucked women who could resonate with my needs. Marinka was unexperienced and weak. I was surprised at my body’s reaction to her, but that in itself made me want to punish her more than I ever had anybody else. I didn’t like unexplainable things. And although I knew how clueless Marinka was, she intrigued me.
Unforgivable.
“Sebastian,” she murmured when I approached the pool table and lifted her dress. She looked good on all fours, wearing only a lace thong. I caressed her ass, relishing the silkiness of her skin.
“Don’t fucking speak, brat,” I growled, sliding my fingers to the slit of her pussy. A loud gasp escaped her, so I pulled her thong aside and grazed the sensitive flesh there. “You’re wet. Hmmm… let’s see how much this punishment will turn you on, teacup.”
I watched her closely—every nuance, every little movement. Marinka shifted her hips, and her chest was rising and falling with fast shallow breaths as I dipped a finger into her folds. I wanted to hear her screaming for me, I wanted to see her coming undone, but she wasn’t going to experience any of these things. Not today, not with me. This was all about punishment.
“I’m going to slap you five times,” I explained patiently to create anticipation, rubbing on her clit. She gasped again, pushing her hips forward. “My business partners deserve to feel welcomed anytime they are here so you have to be the perfect hostess. If they want to stick their cocks into your innocent cunt, then fucking let them. Smiles. Laughter. A blowjob. Drinks … anything.”
I rubbed her clit over and over. A few moans escaped her, so I withdrew my fingers. She was an open book…
“You will count with me. If you don’t, we start all over again. If you interrupt me, I will double the strikes,” I said, again caressing both of her ass cheeks. Then, without any further warning, I slapped her.
Marinka yelped, eyes squeezing shut to block out the pain. Fuck, I was harder than ever, and this was just the beginning.
“One,” she said obediently.
“Good girl,” I praised her, seeing the red marks and moving to the side. Moving my hands over the offended spot, I attempted to smooth the pain, but she flinched. I slapped her again, harder this time, until my palm burned.
And again…
