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Holy shit, that anticipation goes from a low boil to instant scalding heat on my panties. This is fucked up. I’m fucked up.
“There will be no avoiding this. Either you turn over yourself or I do it. If I do it, I will not handle you with care. Do not anger me, Celia. I promised myself I would never touch you with anger.” This time his words are a growl from deep in his chest, roughening his accent until it’s almost hard to understand him.
Why does it hurt as if he struck me already when he calls me Celia instead of kitten? He thought of me enough to promise himself never to touch me with anger? “Please, Milos. I swear I’ll never do anything like it again. Isn’t what I went through enough already?”
Two steps bring him within inches of me. Heat waves are flowing off him, washing over me, turning my skin hot and tight. “I wish it were. Do you think I want to do this? My dick does not get hard from hurting a woman. I do not like the idea of causing you pain, of seeing tears in your beautiful silver eyes. This is not about what I want—it’s about what you need. You need to learn there are consequences to your actions beyond yourself. Do have any idea how fucking worried I was when you lost consciousness on the phone? All I wondered the whole way there was if you were dead, if I could get to you in time.”
His beautiful face clenched tight with the remembered anguish stuns me. Without thinking I brush a hand over his cheek, hating I was the one to put him through it. Desperate to soothe him, I marvel that he is even real, that I’m touching him.
Only I am not allowed to touch him for more than a few seconds before he pulls back, shaking his head. “Turn over, pull your dress up. Now.”
The words are rapped out. I don’t dare fight him. What fills me with dread the most is I don’t want to fight him. I roll over and pull my dress up. I’m fighting not to squirm in agony of him finding how wet the black sheer lace panties are.
“Pull your panties down.” His Russian accent roughens the words, turning them into something so erotic they glide down my spine like a desperate caress.
I pull them down.
“Ten to each cheek. Count them off.”
The explosion of sound matches the fire of his huge hand striking my ass. No! Fuck this! I try to push off the bed. A rough hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up and back against him. Holy crap, he’s rock hard like a brick wall. The hand around my throat squeezes in warning. Cool and silky, the feel of his clothes against my heated skin is such a contrast I startle all over again.
Hot air washes over my ear, causing a shiver through me. “Be a good girl. Celia, do not make this worse than it has to be.” He croons low. His words send a twisting low in my tummy and leave me trembling. I want to please him so badly. To be his good girl, to have his smile, to hear him call me kitten in Russian, not Celia.
“I’m sorry, Milos.” The words are no more than a whisper.
“Count them off and do not move.” It’s a command.
“One.” I moan.
He lets me go so suddenly it’s a shock as I hit the bed, one I barely have time to take in before another smack rings out and sets my skin on fire.
“Two.”
My head goes down as the second smack to the already heated flesh sends fireworks exploding behind clenched eyes. “Three.”
“Four.” Is a moan I cannot contain.
“Five.” This isbeyondfucked up.
“Six.” I choke out the word.
Please let this stop. “Seven.”
I will never again— “Eight.”
The world blurs by the time he stops. I hate that I’m panting, burying my face into the soft comforter. I’m crying, and yes it started from the pain, but it isn’t about the pain—it’s shame from how much I liked it.
Oh god, no. I moan in agony as he finds it. The back of his thick finger runs down my weeping slit.
“If you liked it this much,kotyonok,it cannot truly be called a punishment. However, this time I will leave it as such. There should be no shame in liking the spanking. The shame would be in denying your desire.” A satisfied hum comes from him.
Without thinking I turn to find him sucking on his finger, his eyes closed in pleasure.
Yellow finds me flaring hot. “Too bad for the both of us. Any other time I would get to devour your sweet little cunt until you screamed my name as you flooded my face with your come. But that is only for good girls. As I said, your punishment is not just hurting you.”
I watch in shock as a large hand lowers to what I see is an impressive bulge to shift it. “All I get is my hand. When it should be your—”
I’d rolled over at the sight of him cupping himself. I slide off the bed, my legs not holding me up—leaving me on my knees in front of him. The words won’t come, I can’t find air in my lungs for them. It appears I’ve managed to shock even Milos. All he does is stare down at me, yellow eyes wide. I find the strength to reach up to his belt.
