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Her hand goes still suddenly, her chest heaving, and I smile at her, letting it spread slowly across my face. “Good girl,” I tell her, watching her fingers tremble as she pulls them away from her clit. “Wait for it to ease up, and then start again. Do that over and over until I tell you to stop.”
Caterina’s teeth sink into her lower lip, and I know she’s biting back a retort, some cutting comment that would tell me exactly what she thinks of my instructions. But she waits a few seconds, as instructed, and then her fingers start to move over her clit again.
I see her lose a little more control with each ebb and flow of her pleasure. Her head starts to tilt back, her mouth opening, her hand moving in quick, sharp circles that tells me how much she wants it. Her pussy is drenched, and I can see her clenching, wanting to be filled.
She won’t get that tonight, at least not the way that she wants it.
“Stop.” I stand up smoothly, and she pulls her hand away, her eyes wide and her chest heaving, small panting breaths slipping out. “Lie down,” I tell her, striding towards the side of the bed. “Hands above your head.”
There’s a flicker of fear in her eyes, but I ignore it. The time for catering to her fears is passed. Tonight is going to remind her of exactly what she owes me.
It takes only a few moments to bind her to the bed. I hear her gasp when I secure her right wrist to the headboard, feel her try to squirm away. “Don’t bother,” I tell her sharply. “You know your punishment will happen whether you like it or not, Caterina.”
Her mouth drops open, and all I can think about is how much I want to fill it with my throbbing cock—although right now, I don’t entirely trust her not to bite it off. I’ve been achingly hard the entire time that I watched her play with herself, and right now, there’s nothing that I want to do more than come. I want to be inside of her, somewhere, thrusting until I feel that few moments of blissful, perfect release.
Unfortunately, I have other priorities right now.
Slowly, I undo my belt buckle, watching her dark eyes flick to it and widen. “Your ass took the punishment today, but tonight I have other plans for you.” With my belt hanging open, I walk to the foot of the bed, repeating the process of binding her to the bed with first one foot and then the other, until she’s spread-eagled on the bed, her naked body bare to me.
I’ll have to be more precise with her this way. I meant it today when I said I wouldn’t hurt her, and I have no intention of reopening the wounds those animals left on her or causing her more damage. But I also intend for the spaces of bare, unharmed flesh that she has remaining to be marked by my belt so that she can remember exactly who it is that possesses her.
Caterina breathes in sharply when I pull my belt out of the loops, folding it in half. I reach out with one hand, stroking her breast, and her head drops back, her breath coming in small quick pants as she closes her eyes, swallowing hard. My cock throbs in response—even littered with healing cuts and bruises, my wife is an astonishingly gorgeous woman. I want her as much as I ever have—as much as I did on our wedding night, as much as I did back at the cabin.
Holding the belt in one hand, I bring it down on an unmarked space of flesh on her breast, the leather cracking close to her nipple, grazing it.
Caterina cries out, her head tilting back.
“Beg, and it might stop,” I tell her darkly. “But until you do, your body is mine to do with as I please.”
Her head turns towards me, her face full of some unreadable emotion, and she curls her upper lip, her eyes narrowing.
“I won’t beg you any more than I did them. But then again, that’s not what you wanted, was it?”
CATERINA
From the look on Viktor’s face, you would have thought that what I just said didn’t make any sense to him at all. As if I’d spoken in a foreign language.
Which doesn’t make any sense tome.
My breast stings where the belt struck it, so precisely, that it didn’t graze a single healing wound on the left side of my chest, but brushed against my nipple, which is stiff and hard, a sharp, almost pleasurable bolt of sensation still stinging there, after the strike of the belt.
I’m panting from what Viktor made me do earlier, humiliated from him shaving me, and altogether worn out from all of the paces he’s put me through. I know the evening isn’t close to done yet, and I close my eyes briefly, wondering if I should simply give up and beg him for mercy. Maybe then he’d let me be, at least.
But my pride won’t let me. Not yet. Hopefully, not ever.
Viktor brings the belt down on my other breast, this time squarely on my nipple, and I yelp and cry out, pulling against the bindings on my wrists. Being tied down to the bed like this terrifies me and arouses me all at once. The idea of being helpless makes me feel panicked, but at the same time, being spread open for Viktor, lying here at his mercy, sends a rush of heat through me. He could do anything he liked to me, and seeing theveryvisible bulge in his suit trousers, I wish he would do something other than punish me.
I wish he would fuck me.
And I hate myself for wanting it.
The next strike of the belt comes on my inner thigh, again missing anything that isn’t unhurt flesh. He makes precise strokes on the inside and outside of my thighs, and I jerk and cry out with each one. But the cries aren’t just yelps of pain, each one ends on a gasp or a moan as the pleasure follows the sharp bite of the belt, and I grit my teeth, wanting to hold it back. But I can’t seem to stay silent.
The only thing I can stop myself from doing is the one thing Viktor wants.
Although he did it earlier, I’m entirely unprepared for the belt striking my pussy. It comes down hard, and I scream, my face flushing hot as I think that surely someone in the house must have heard.
“Five,” Viktor says. “What I threatened earlier, since you wore that awful dress to dinner. On purpose—I know you did. Count them, Caterina.”
