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His eyes are burning when he looks at me. I’ve not seen him like this, and it begins to dawn on me why they call him the Devil. His scar twitches as his brow furrows, and for the life of me, it looks like it’s gleaming red like it’s on fire.
“I… I’m sorry,” I start to plead, backing up as he closes the distance between us. I gasp in shock when the back of my legs hit cold tiles. I don’t see what I’ve collided with before he sweeps me off my feet and picks me up like a bag of potatoes. “Put me down!” I shriek as he raises me against his broad chest. Thick, muscular arms band around me like steel. I struggle against him, but my strength is clearly no match for his. He keeps fiery eyes on me as he carries me to his room, holding me firmly in his arms.
“Today, you will learn your first lesson,” he says in that silken voice that I hear every night in my dreams. “There will be a punishment for every instance of your disobedience,” he says menacingly. My eyes go wide.
Punishment?
What is he talking about?
It doesn’t take long to realize what he means. He carries me to the couch, sits back, and he swiftly turns me until I’m lying face down across his legs. He holds one arm firmly across my back, making it impossible to raise myself.
“Wait…please…What are you doing?” I begin pleading when he raises the skirt of my dress until I can feel cold air on my ass. I get no response as Lev caresses my butt cheeks. As much as my body responds to his touch, this is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Ahh…so soft,” he murmurs, stroking my skin. Something clenches inside me and I fight to ignore it.
“Let me go!” I struggle against his hold, but his hand keeps me immobile. “Is this one of your sick games?” I taunt in annoyance. I might not have the strength to free myself, but maybe I can shame him into releasing me.
“Sick games? You have no idea what sick is,” he murmurs. He’s removed his palm, which is a relief because I was seconds away from squirming. But my relief is once again short-lived. His hand descends on my ass with a stinging slap that has my back bowing.
“Lev!” I scream as pain radiates through my flesh. His arm tightens its grip, holding me more firmly as I try to squirm free. Another slap lands on my other ass cheek, and I shriek. “What are you doing?” I scream as his palm descends again.
He doesn’t answer, still raining down blows. Tears gather in my eyes as I buck and twist, but he’s relentless. And to my utter humiliation, my body is heating. I can feel my juices streaking my thighs as my pussy drips with each stinging slap.
“Oh, God… Oh, God…” I hear myself groan. Although now I’m not sure if I’m dismayed at my body’s reaction or loving it.
Suddenly, Lev changes the pattern of his strokes, caressing my burning ass with large, soothing hands before he spanks me again. I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I can’t give him that satisfaction. Feeling his dick hardening against my belly does nothing to quench my arousal.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I should not be enjoying this. But it appears my body has a will of its own.
It seems like forever before Lev stops spanking me.
“Mine,” he whispers before he leans down and brushes his lips over my ass. I’m mortified! My cheeks flame when he lifts me and turns me until I’m sitting astride his thighs. I wince at the contact against my ass, and I struggle to clamber off his legs, but he holds tight. His dick nudges me, and I try my best not to writhe against him.
“Let me go,” I mumble. My voice is hoarse. I can’t meet his eyes.
“Never,” he says with an intensity that shakes me.
“Please,” I beg. I still can’t look at him, though. I keep my eyes trained on the floor.
For a brief moment, he seems to contemplate my request, and then he releases me. I jump off his legs, shaken at how I miss the heat of his embrace for a minute. I back away from him, trying not to dwell on the thought.
“What did you do that for?” I choke out. I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s impossible.
“That’s what will happen every time you disobey me.” Lev leans back against the couch with an air of casual confidence that makes something in me feel taut with need. “Now, let’s eat before our food gets cold,” he says. I stare at him for a second.
How could he be thinking of food now?
He nods to a place nearby, and I see a meal trolley set with breakfast dishes.
“You’re talking about food after treating me like…like a naughty schoolgirl?” I snap.
Jesus, Aurora, just face it…
You loved what he did to you.
I don’t want to dwell on that. My pussy is still dripping, and I shift awkwardly.
