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“How will you learn to be a good girl if I don’t teach you?”
I think he’s enjoying this too much. “I’m going to scream.” I really am. I don’t care what happens, I’m not letting this insane man spank me!
“I know you will. It’s going to hurt.” He hooks his free hand into the elastic of my shorts and yanks them down, baring my ass because I—like an idiot—have all my panties in the dryer downstairs.
A hush falls over the room now that my ass is hanging out for all to see. Mortification has me frozen.
“No panties, Pchelka?” He takes this opportunity to cup my ass cheeks. “Were you hoping I’d find you?”
“No, you arrogant son of a bitch! It’s laundry day.” Okay, I started out strong there, but lost it with the admission that I have no clean panties in my apartment.
“Ah, swearing and yelling while your ass is upturned, ready for your punishment. Not smart of you, Avery, not smart at all.” He punctuates his statement by bringing his hand down on said upturned ass.
I’m shocked into silence until the second crack of his hand. Now I’m back to yelling.
“Asshole!” I kick and wiggle, but it doesn’t matter. His hand is as infuriating and unrelenting as the rest of him. Again and again he brings it down on me until a fire erupts and spreads through my entire body. Heat crawls up my back and down. Places that shouldn’t be reacting at all have come alive.
“I like the way my handprint looks on your ass, Pchelka.” Another smack lands, and he makes a guttural sound. “Yes, I like it a lot.”
“Well I don’t!” I argue, once more trying to shove my way off the couch, and once more failing as his hand continues to rain down powerful smacks.
“I don’t think you understand your own body, Pchelka,” he says after another dozen or so heated spanks land. His hand slips between my thighs, dragging upward until he reaches my sex. I squeeze my legs tight. I know what he’s going to find, and I can’t let him do it.
Please,I beg in my head,let me have some dignity.
“Open your legs, Pchelka. Don’t fight me. I’m not going to punish your pussy.”
Punish my pussy.
“If you continue to disobey me, Avery, I’ll have to start over again. Your ass is already a bright red. You don’t want me to make it worse, do you?”
I roll my head to the side, resting it against my arm. There’s a hot throb in my ass right now. If he goes another round, there might be some truth to that wholewon’t sit for a weekthreat I’ve read about in my dirty novels.
“Ah, that’s a good girl.” His voice goes silky smooth when I slide my legs open enough for his hand to continue upward unimpeded.
Thick fingertips trail over the seam of my pussy. “Your pussy is wet, Pchelka, so wet you’ve made a mess of your pussy lips.”
I will now die of mortification.
My ass cheeks are pried apart and his warm, wet tongue glides easily through my folds. I clench my eyes and jaw, determined not to give him any idea exactly how good that feels.
It’s because I haven’t been touched in so long. That’s all it is. Why else would my body betray me so easily, just because this man—a sexy beast of a man, I’ll grant—put his hands on me?
“Mmm, you taste as sweet as you look, Pchelka.” He’s kneeling behind me now. If I lift my leg, I can probably kick him hard in the head, knocking him out. Or at least over.
The tip of his tongue flicking over my clit erases all thought of escape.
My shorts are dragged the rest of the way down my legs and discarded so he can move my legs farther apart.
If I bite down on my lip any harder, I’m going to break through skin. His tongue dances around my clit, then slides back through my folds, dipping into my pussy entrance when he gets there.
“Ahhh.” So much for my dignity.
“Mmmmm,” he hums while licking my pussy, making the vibrations travel up through my body. Up and down he drags his tongue, then swishes it over my clit until I’m arching my back, thrusting my hips back at him. I need more.
As though he senses my thoughts, he plunges two fingers into my entrance. “Sweet and tight,” he says just before he bites down on my ass cheek.
I cry out, but the pain soon melts into the puddle of pleasure he’s creating. Bending his fingers, he thrusts into me.
