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He trails off, the threat open-ended. I let out a shuddering breath, trying to reason with myself through the fog of pain and confused arousal. I don’t know how much he has left in him, how long he could keep going, but I can feel already that my ass is a mess of welts and bruises, that tomorrow it will be so much worse. If he keeps going, he’ll draw blood.
He could even injure me permanently–and depending on what his eventual plans are for me, he might be fine with that. It might even be his goal.
Small victories, Natalia. Swallow your pride. You’ve proved you can take what he’s dishing out. Now give him something to cool his anger. Play the fucking game.
I swallow hard, nodding as I sniff back tears. I don’t know when I started crying, but I can feel the tears dripping down my cheeks, leaving hot trails to match the burning fire in my flesh. “Alright,” I whisper, and slowly, I wrap my hand around the bedpost, adjusting my stance to bend over for him.
“There you go, pretty girl,” Mikhail murmurs as I lean down. “Spread your legs apart. Good girl.” His voice is a rough croon now as I widen my stance, and I feel his hand on the small of my back, pressing down, forcing me into an arch that leaves my brutalized ass on full display. “God, your ass looks so fucking gorgeous like this, all red and welted. Such a pretty picture.”
He reaches out, thumbing away one of the tears from my cheek. “No need to cry,krasotka.It’s almost over. Just a few more, so you remember what happens to bad little kittens who lie.”
His hand smooths down my back, over the burning flesh of my ass, and I cry out at the touch–both in pain, and to my shame, with arousal.
With my legs spread, the cool air of the room brushing over my sensitive flesh, I can feel how wet I am. My pussy is throbbing, my thighs sticky all over again, and my clit feels as if a pulse has settled in it, so swollen with need that a brush of a fingertip might set me off. When Mikhail’s hand slides over my hip, I shudder, and he pauses.
I know he sees, and I’ve never been more ashamed. I hadn’t been turned on all those years ago by the whipping in my father’s office. I hadn’t wanted it. I’d been furious and humiliated and enraged. But that had been different.
Now, it’s Mikhail doing it. Now it’s a man who, despite my best efforts, I want physically with a lust that makes me hate myself as well as him. And once again, he’s unlocked something I never knew could turn me on.
Ilikebeing punished. Ilikehearing him tell me how bad I’ve been. Ilikehis rough hands, his anger, his brutality. I like hearing him croon to me when I give in, and tell me I’m his good girl again.
And I fucking hate him for it.
He laughs, a low, dark sound as his hand pauses at the curve of my ass. “Well, well, littlekotenok. It seems this might not have been as much of a punishment as I believed.”
I cry out as his thumb pushes between my swollen folds, against my entrance. I can’t help it, and I hang my head, shuddering as he presses it there, teasing but not pushing it inside. “Sucha bad little kitten,” he groans, rubbing his thumb back and forth, through the slick arousal there. “This is apunishment, Natalia. This isn’t meant to make you wet. But you just can’t help yourself, can you, filthy girl?”
He steps back, his hand gone, and I bite my lip hard to keep from letting out a frustrated moan. I hear the leather snap as he cracks the belt, another dark chuckle coming from his lips.
“It seems like you need more punishment than I thought.”
I don’t have time to figure out what he means. I don’t even have a second to consider it before I feel the rush of air between my legs, and then blinding pain shoots through me as the belt connects with the soft, aroused flesh there.
I scream. The sound fills the room, but when the belt strikes again, hitting my pussy hard, it ends on a moan.
It hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt in my life–and I’m so close to coming, all at the same time. I don’t understand it. I can’t make sense of it. And I want to come so fucking badly that I’m almost ready to beg.
The belt hits my inner thigh. “Wider,” Mikhail commands, his voice a sharp lance through the air. “Wider,kotenok,now. I want that hard little clit to feel the next blow.”
My entire body stiffens with fear and anticipation, knowing how much more that will hurt–and somewhere in the back of my head, knowing that it might make me come, too. That it might give me what I so desperately need.
And then, he dashes all of my hopes.
“I can see your thighs trembling, kitten,” he says darkly. “If you come, rest assured, I will punish you for it. I’ll whip that disobedient pussy like I whipped your ass, and you’ll sleep like that–if you can.”
I let out a helpless sob as the belt strikes my flesh again, higher up on my inner thigh. “Wider,” he growls, and I obey.
I know my limits, and I know better than to call his bluff.
“Three more,” Mikhail says, and I let out a whimper. “Keep your legs wide,krasotka.Take it like a good girl, and don’t youdare fucking come.”
On the next blow, the edge of the belt catches me squarely on my throbbing clit. I scream my throat raw between the second and the third, my hand clenched around the bed for dear life, every muscle in my body rigid–both from the searing pain, and from the throbbing heat that pulses through me, telling me that I’m on the knife’s edge of climax, so close that the third blow might push me over the edge.
I can’t come, I can’t come.I’m shivering, crying, my entire body begging for something I need more desperately than I ever have in my life, and I hate it. I hate it, and him, and the fact that I know I’ll go to bed frustrated and wet, and that even if I begged him to fuck me, he probably wouldn’t, just for the sheer pleasure of denying me.
I’m not sure how I stop myself, when the final crack of the belt comes. The hot need that burns through me almost outstrips the pain, my body on the verge of collapse, and I know that he’ll know if I come. He’s made me come too many times now, seen how wet I get, seen and felt the flutter and clench and convulsing of my body, heard the sounds I make. He’ll know.
And I won’t be able to bear what will come next.
