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She screeched. “What are you doing?”

Her ass was up, and my palm was itching.

I yanked the hem of her dress over her hips, exposing her black panties.

“What the hell, Kristoff?”

“You didn’t really think you would get away with what happened tonight that easily, did you?”

“I…”

“You stepped out of line tonight. Put yourself in danger. Every action has a consequence, remember?”

Finally, catching on, she started squirming and tried to bolt.

I landed a slap on her ass and she froze. “Twenty-one strikes, Katya. Be a good girl and take them like a woman.”

“You ass!”

“Actually, it’s your ass, and the tally just went up to twenty-three.” I struck her again and she yelled, calling me more names. She was getting creative with them as I continued to tan her hide.

“That’s twenty-six.”

She thrashed in my arms, but I easily subdued her, and peppered her butt with my palm. Her ass turned pink, then red, but I didn’t stop. It was either spank her or fuck her.

It took over two dozen slaps before she finally went slack in my arms. Her shoulders shook. I was glad I couldn’t see her tears because they might crush my resolve to carry through with the punishment.

I stopped at thirty. However, I wasn’t able to stop touching her heated skin. Trying to soothe her burning, pink flesh, I stroked her ass once. Then again and again, until the rage inside me turned into something else. Until the heat that shimmered in the air became charged.

Katya must have felt it too because she tensed. She knew I was finished, but she didn’t move. My fingers trailed off to the edge of her panties. I drew circles on the silk fabric, wanting to tear it. I pushed my thumb into the fabric and found her core wet.

“Fuck.” I hissed. Her heated flesh scorched my finger. I loved the flame and sought to burn myself more. She was the fire, she was the flame, she was everything.

I dipped my thumb deeper inside her, then pulled away, spreading her wetness. She groaned, and it was all I could do not to bury my face in her heat. I nudged my thumb lower and found her clit.

Katya almost came off my lap, but I held her down.

“Please…” She was panting as if she’d run a mile.

I could never refuse her this. My mind was clouded with a red haze of lust. I dipped two more fingers inside her while playing with her clit. My dick was as hard as steel and about to burst out of my pants.

With no warning, I pushed three fingers deep inside her. She yelled. I didn’t stop, didn’t relent as I dipped my fingers in and out of her core.

Katya started panting. “Please…please…please…”

Every plea was another note in my symphony. It wasn’t enough, and I feared nothing would ever be enough. I wanted to see her face. Wanted to see her come undone in my arms, by my fingers.

I ripped her tiny thong to shreds, then hauled her up and threw her onto the bed. She bounced twice but landed on her back, just as I’d intended. The image she portrayed was a sight to behold; eyes glazed, dress up to her waist, legs wide, her pussy glistening.

“Hands above you, against the headboard.”

She immediately complied, soothing my inner demon.

I grabbed her ankles, pushing them wider. Then I settled between her legs. No way was she ending this night with a bad memory. Especially not with the memory of a man who wasn’t me. One orgasm. That was all I would give her. It was for a good cause, I told myself. To help her, I tried to convince myself. I would never do it again, I lied to myself.

I touched my thumb to my pinkie and held my other fingers close together. Katya’s eyes grew when I rammed those fingers inside her. Her head fell back as I moved my fingers in and out.

I leaned down and gave her clit one long lick. Her back came off the bed, and her hands clutched the sheets. I licked her over and over until she came.

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