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“I’m going to undress you now,” he says. Not a question. No hint of hesitation. There are no options for me, not right now. “I’m going to spank your ass raw. I’m going to make you hurt, Siena. But while I make you hurt, I’m going to bring you to the edge of orgasm and leave you there. What happens next will be up to you.”
“Maxim,” I whisper, my spine tingling with excitement. I must be sick. I can’t possibly want this.
But I do.
He takes off my top. He does it lovingly, one button at a time. He kisses my neck, nibbling softly, teasing. His hands are sure and strong and warm. I feel a slight breeze from the window, hot and gentle against my neck. He unhooks my bra and kisses my nipples, his tongue rolling around them, as he takes off my shorts.
I sit there in my panties and nothing else as he looks down at me with blazing hot eyes. I can feel the freezing wood grain beneath my thighs. He looks like he wants to ruin me, and I want him to try.
“In my family, obedience is expected.” He shoves my legs open and slaps my inner thigh with a quick flick of his wrist. I gasp in surprise. It’s a sharp pain, but it’s muted by the proximity to my soaking wet pussy, the hurt crossing over with pleasure. “You’ve done nothing but fight and disobey. You’ve been difficult since the night we first met.”
“Whatever happened to my prince?” I ask with a little smile. “I thought you were going to destroy my evil grandmother and give me a castle.”
“I’m going to give you whatever you need, but knights in shining armor aren’t all good men. Some of us are monsters beneath all that metal.” He smacks me again and kisses me, and I groan in a confused mess of pain and excitement. He pulls me from the windowsill, dragging me by the hair, and throws me belly-down onto the couch. I hit the cushions hard and gasp, bracing myself as he looms above me.
He grabs my hips and pulls them up toward him. “Prepare yourself, princess,” he croons at me. Delicious and terrible. I groan, my face down in the cushions, when his hand finds my ass. It’s rough and fast, and the sting is incredible—but the slow burn after as he kisses my hip makes everything blend together, the hurt and the thrill.
“Just like everyone else in my life,” I said, panting now as he spanks me again. I gasp and clench my jaw. “You want to own me.”
“No, princess. I don’t want to own you. Here comes more.”
Another spank. This time rougher, and I scream in surprise—but his fingers bury themselves between my legs, rolling along my pussy, and I draw in a sharp breath, unable to make a sound as the sudden intense pain turns to a mangled bliss. I wiggle my hips and half-laugh, half-moan, as an entirely new sensation rolls down my spine and lights my brain on fire.
What the hell is happening to me?
Getting spanked is supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment. It’s pain and control.
Instead, this is something else. It’s pain, yes, but pleasure too. It’s all mixed up and confused, and I don’t know what I want, what I don’t want, but I can’t seem to make myself move. My hips remain in the air, my pussy dripping wet for him, an ache so deep in my core that it feels like I might explode at the slightest touch of his fingertips.
“What do you want then?” I ask before biting down on the cushion.
Another spank. Another blast of agony. Another wave of pleasure as he pulls my panties to the side and rolls his fingers along my soaking folds.
Spreading them. Teasing me. Torturing me with bliss.
I moan into the fabric, losing my goddamn mind.
If this is a punishment, I’ll take it a thousand times over.
“I want to make you see the truth,” he says and his voice is husky and thick with sex and emotion.
“What truth is that? Yours or mine?”
“Hold on tight, princess. This might be difficult, but trust me.”
“What are you—”
Three spanks then. They come fast, too sudden for me to react. Quick and raw and extremely hard. I throw my head back in a sudden burst of anguish and torment, and I try to get away—but he grabs my hips and holds me there as his tongue licks me top to bottom, lapping at my clit and sliding into my slit. I breathe hard and bite the cushion again and my god, oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad and feels so fucking good, and my brain suddenly breaks down as the pleasure and pain signals get all crossed, and his tongue is like heaven as he rolls it around my clit, and I’m about to explode into a fucking sunburst of ecstasy—
But he pulls away.
“No!” I groan and look back at him. “Don’t you dare stop.” I try to grab at his face, but he bats my hands away and pins them behind my back.
His smirk makes me want to murder him on the spot.
He rubs my pulsing ass, but he doesn’t give me the pleasure I need. He doesn’t tip me over. I’m right there, hanging onto the ledge with my fingertips, but he won’t let me drop.
“Like I said, princess. On the edge.”
