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After what I’d seen last night, it made sense, but that didn’t mean that I had to like it.
“You didn’t have to threaten to spank me,” I blurted out.
“You need to know that there will be consequences should you choose not to follow the rules, sweet girl,” he explained. By the look in his eyes, he meant every word. If I tested him, he was going to spank me.
I shifted in my seat, my panties thoroughly soaked through. Just being around him had aroused me, but being threatened with punishment from his own hand was driving me wild. I stared down at the table, too embarrassed and ashamed of the direction of my thoughts to say anything more.
“If you do leave our home, Natasha, you will take my men with you and tell me where you’re going and approximately how long you’ll be gone,” he added.
“Anything else?” I scoffed.
“I think that’s a good enough start for now, babygirl. If there is anything else I think would be helpful to add in the future, we will discuss it together. Understand?”
“Yes sir,” I said, turning my head and glaring at the floor. I said it more out of sarcasm than anything else, but it made my clit pulse so hard that I was almost convinced that it had its own heartbeat.
“I like the sound of you calling me that,moya malyshka.”
The way his words rumbled through me was sinful. I hazarded a glance up at him, and I instantly regretted it because I saw a dark excitement there that told me that he couldn’t wait to put me over his knee the first time I went against his rules.
I wouldn’t dare. Okay… That was a lie. Even I knew myself better than that.
Thankfully, the waitress returned with our food, and Sergei’s attention was broken from my noticeably aroused shame for at least a second. The steak looked absolutely delicious, and when she poured a glass of wine for me, I rushed a little to taste it.
I swallowed a bit too fast and choked, which only brought Sergei’s attention right back to me. Flustered, I sat back and tried to clear my throat.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I squeaked, and I eventually settled back down enough to stop coughing. I gulped down a few swallows of water before focusing on the meal in front of me.
The waitress left the room too soon. No longer distracted by anything else, Sergei turned back to me, not looking away for even a second. He cut off a piece of steak and slowly pressed it between his lips as I blushed like a naughty girl right there in front of him.
A naughty girl that needs to be put over her husband’s knee.
Needing to find any distraction I could, I swiftly turned to my own meal. Every bite was perfection, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially when I paired it with his wine choice. I didn’t ask about how expensive it was, because then I’d probably calculate the cost of every mouthful rather than enjoy the strong, full-bodied flavor.
By the time we finished eating, my body was burning with an aroused fever. It was so intense that my thighs were trembling from trying to keep them together, and I wanted nothing more than to play with my sensitive nipples as I reached my hand between them.
Sergei’s eyes studied me intensely.
“Clear the table,” he said and even though I didn’t see anyone there, several waiters responded at once. In the blink of an eye, the table had nothing on top of it. Feeling more flustered than ever, I peered back at him with suspicion.
“What about dessert?” I tried lamely.
“What I want isn’t on the menu, babygirl,” he replied huskily. He stood up and strode around the table to me so rapidly that it made my world spin. He grasped my upper arm gently and pulled me to my feet. His hands wrapped around my waist, lifting me easily off the ground so that he could sit me down on top of the table.
“I’m not going to fuck you, not until you ask me for it,moya malyshka.”
“What are you going to do then?” I asked shakily.
“I’m going to lift your dress and pull your panties to the side. If you’re not wet, I won’t take them all the way down. If they are, I’m going to make you come right here on the table with my tongue,” he threatened.
My heart pounded frantically in my chest. I was almost afraid that it might burst free.
I swallowed hard.
“Why does me being wet matter?” I asked breathily, not knowing what else to say.
“I have a sneaking suspicion that your sweet little pussy enjoyed the thought of being taken over my knee very much, and I want to know if I’m right,” he explained, his eyes dancing as he stared into mine.
