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“Go to the bed,” he instructs, his voice sharp. “Grab on to the bedpost at the foot of it, and bend over at the waist, Caterina. Keep your legs together for now.”
My pulse leaps in my throat. I know what comes now. I can hear the clink of his belt buckle as he undoes it, and I want to believe that he’s just getting ready to fuck me, but I know that’s not the case. In just a moment, I’m going to feel the heat of that belt across my ass, and the thought should be absolutely horrifying.
It shouldn’t make me feel a pulse of heat between my thighs or an answering wetness that threatens to drip onto my thighs, making my knees tremble with anticipation.What kind of womanwantsher husband to spank her? What kind of womanwantsto be disciplined?I hadn’t been as sheltered as some mafia daughters. I’d gone to college. I knew about sex, what men liked, and even some things that I would have considered kinky. But nothing could have prepared me for wrapping my hands around the cool mahogany of a bedpost in my husband’s bedroom, bending over naked for him to punish me with a belt, and feeling a flutter of what I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is anticipation deep in my belly.
“Beautiful,” Viktor whispers. I hear the snap of the leather as he folds the belt in half, and then I can feel him standing very close to me, his hand hovering over the curve of my ass. He strokes the belt over that curve, the cool leather a shock against my flushed skin, and I hear the noise he makes deep in his throat. “You’re so lovely when you submit to me, Caterina. When you know that your place is here, obeying me. Giving in to me.”
I’m not going to give in to you,I want to snap, gritting my teeth. But my body already is. I know that with the first crack of that belt, there’s going to be pain, but there’s also going to be pleasure. I can feel the gathering heat between my thighs, the need, the way I’m already starting to ache to be touched. This is almost fuckingforeplay, and I hate myself as much as I hate him for that being the case.
I despise and desire my husband in almost equal measure, it seems. And there doesn’t seem to be anything that I can do to change that, either. No matter what despicable things he does.
He runs the belt over the curve of my other ass cheek, down to the top of my thigh, and a shudder ripples through me. A gasp slips from my mouth when I feel the leather move away from my skin, and I know any second now I’m going to feel the first lash.
“Twenty, I think,” Viktor says, his voice rougher around the edges than before. I can hear the desire there, thickening the accented syllables, and I swallow hard.
“Count them out loud, Caterina,” he orders, and then before I can so much as draw a breath, the belt comes down across my ass.
“One!” I gasp out, my fingers clutching the bedpost, my body jerking backward with the force of the blow. I feel heat blossoming across my skin, pain radiating out from the stripe that the belt made across my pale flesh. I hear Viktor’s grunt as he brings it down again, this time across the other side, and I cry out. “Two!”
“Very good, my littleprintsessa. See? You can be obedient when you need to be.” Viktor brings down the belt again.
“Three.” I can feel a sob rising in my throat, my ass aching already from the stinging, burning pain, but between my legs is a throbbing heat, my thighs sticky with desire. If Viktor decided in the next second to grab my hips and fuck me here and now, I know I’d come in a matter of moments. “Four!” I cry out as he brings it down again, and I can hear his breathing behind me, heavy and full of the same lust radiating through me.
He brings the belt down in alternating strokes, across my cheeks, down to the sit-spot where my ass meets my thighs, and I gasp out each one, my fingers so tight around the bedpost that my knuckles turn white. Each crack of the belt against my skin is a new and more intense pain, but it’s immediately followed by a burst of pleasure, an aching need that makes me want to whimper and sob and beg. I canfeelmy clit, swollen and pulsing, and I want Viktor to touch me there, to brush his finger over it, run his tongue over the place where I need it the most. A memory of him doing exactly that in the cabin sends another shudder through me, and I hear Viktor’s dark chuckle behind me as he brings down the fifteenth stroke of the belt.
“You don’t have to pretend that this doesn’t turn you on, my littleprintsessa,” he says, dark humor in his tone. “I know how wet you are. If I touched your pretty pussy right now, you’d be dripping for me, exactly the way you are when I fuck you with my hard Bratva cock. You claim to despise me so much, to be above such a thing, but I’ve made you beg for it.” He chuckles again, bringing down the belt, and I nearly scream as it comes down across a prior lash, my nails digging into the wood of the bedpost. “I made you beg to come with my cock in your ass,printsessa, so don’t feel that you need to pretend that this doesn’t make you fucking soaking wet.”
I let out a small sob, my head bending forward as he brings down the next. “Seventeen,” I moan, squeezing the bedpost.Only three more. I can do this.I feel as if I’m going to collapse from the pain and explode from need all at once, my entire body wound taut with the competing sensations.
“Eighteen. Nineteen!” I bite my lip as Viktor brings down the belt in two quick successive strokes, and then he steps closer, running the leather of the belt over the rising welts on my cheeks. It feels cool against my flaming skin, and Viktor brushes it over my other cheek before stepping back.
“I don’t think there’s an inch of bare skin here left for me to whip,” he says, his voice deepening. “So I have something better in mind. Spread your legs, Caterina.”
“What?” I wrench my head around, my eyes opening wide with fear as I look at him. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he means, and I don’t want it.I don’t, right?I can’t want that. The sudden throb of heat between my legs at the thought means nothing.
“Don’t make me ask twice,printsessa,” Viktor says darkly. “Or I’ll add five strokes.”
I gasp, sliding my feet apart instantly. Just the thought ofonestroke where I know he intends to land it is almost too much. I can’t imagine more.Five more?Impossible.
I spread my legs until he commands me to stop, and my head drops forward, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. I know how exposed I am; I can feel my folds parting, every inch of me exposed to him, from the tight hole between my cheeks down to my aching, pulsing clit. I know he can see the glistening on my thighs, the wetness gathered where I want his cock, and it’s all I can do not to beg him to fuck me here and now. I need it, I want it, and only the last remaining shreds of my pride keep me from telling him exactly that.
“Arch your back,” Viktor instructs, and I blush more deeply than ever before as I force myself to obey. The pose pushes my ass out, gives him an even better view of everything that’s entirely on display for him. Everything that belongs to him, whether I like it or not.
I don’t like it. I don’t.
“Such a beautiful pussy.” Viktor’s voice is a deep, lustful growl. “Such a shame that I can’t pleasure her the way she deserves. Butyoudon’t deserve it, my lovely bride. You don’t deserve the orgasms I could give you. Not with the way you’ve behaved. But perhaps, if you’re very good—” he steps forward, his hand resting on my inner thigh, so close to where the heat is radiating off of me in waves. “Perhaps in time, you can earn those privileges back.”
I swallow hard, forcing myself not to beg. Not to tell him how much I want it.
Viktor steps back, and I hear him snap the belt. “Last one,printsessa. Call it out unless you want more.”
Chills ripple over my skin, and I moan, knowing what’s coming next. My only warning is theswishof cool air against my swollen, overheated flesh, and then the pain that blossoms from between my legs as the belt connects with my soft, sensitive folds, the end of it snapping against my hard clit, threatens to bring me to my knees.
It also brings me so close to coming that I scream with the mingled pain and pleasure, my entire body shaking as I cling to the bedpost for dear life.
I’m still trembling when I see Viktor toss the belt onto the bed, his hand resting on one of my red, welted cheeks as he looks down at me.
“You took those blows very well,printsessa.” His voice is smooth, almost pleased. He makes a small, soothing circle on my cheek with his hand, his voice softer now. “I’ll never hurt you, Caterina. Not like those animals who kidnapped you did.”
