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Did he not want to fuck me after all?
“As I’ve said before, I will not force myself on you. If you need something else from me after you finish your bath, you will come to me and ask for it.”
I blushed, fully catching his meaning without having to ask.
“When you do come to me, you will be very specific about what you need. Am I clear, babygirl?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely, my cheeks burning for the thousandth time that day.
“Enjoy your bath, sweet girl,” he murmured. His arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled me in for a tender kiss that left my head reeling. His hands dropped to cup my bottom, squeezing it roughly before he yanked me a little to the side and popped my ass with two hard spanks. I was so shocked that a tiny gasp escaped me.
His arms slowly unfurled from my waist, allowing me to hurry into the bathroom. I was too mortified to look back at him, and I breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed. When it was clear, I pulled my dress over my head and peered back at my ass in the mirror.
On each cheek was a pink handprint, and a tiny piece of me wanted so much more.
I slipped into the bath and tried to forget how much I wanted to know what going over his knee was like, while I was desperately yearning for his cock.
I went to bed needy that night because I was too much of a coward to ask him for it.
CHAPTER8
Natasha
When I woke the next morning, I sighed, annoyed at my inability to go get what I really needed from my husband. It was my own fault that I was alone in bed. I shifted my legs, immediately realizing that I was wet.
I’d had all sort of dreams last night.
Most of them had started with him leading me to the bedroom where he’d taken off my clothes, lowered my panties, and then spanked my bare bottom bright red over his knee.
I shivered, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to tell myself it wouldn’t be anything like that while knowing it would. My ass tensed, imagining what it would feel like to have his palm strike my bare cheeks, especially when he’d given me a preview of what it might feel like before he left my room last night.
Would he actually punish me like a naughty girl if I went against his rules?
A part of me wanted to know. No… Ineededto know.
Tentatively, I slipped my hand inside my panties and started to imagine what exactly I could do to force this first time. My pussy was soaking wet, and my fingertips slipped past my wet folds with incredible ease. With two fingers, I swirled over my clit, teasing myself as I came up with a plan that would ultimately test whether he was being serious or was just trying to make me wet.
I needed to know who held the power between us.
My fingertips slipped over my clit, faster and faster as I imagined myself taking the car and driving to a store, only to return to Sergei waiting in the foyer to take my arm and forcefully lead me up to the bedroom where he would do exactly as he’d promised. I would fight him, but I knew that he would win, and my naked backside would be going over his knee for exactly the kind of chastisement he had threatened.
Would he put me to bed with a red bottom? Would my pussy be as wet as it was right now? Would he fuck me afterwards or maybe even kiss my clit with his mouth again?
My body tensed and I cried out, my orgasm hitting me before I had even known it was coming. I imagined his broad palm punishing me over and over again, my release extending on and on as my fingers worked between my thighs.
Aching bliss spiraled through me, and I moaned, knowing full well that I was going to try to earn that very thing today. I kept touching myself, thinking about sneaking out of the house after dark, leaving the gardens, and waiting for him just outside, or taking myself out on a joy ride only to return, knowing that I was going to get a spanking.
Why was I like this? Why did I want to earn this so badly?
Slowly, I came down from my orgasm and pulled my hand away.
I didn’t want to wait until nightfall. I couldn’t. I was going to get dressed and I was going to disobey the only rule that called out to me.
I was going to leave the house without protection. Of all my plans, it was the one that seemed the most disobedient, and if he was telling the truth, it would be the thing that would earn me a real punishment.
Not wanting to get up yet, I ordered breakfast in bed. I had known there was room service here in the house, but I hadn’t used it yet. An attendant delivered it only about fifteen minutes later. She knocked on the door and I called out for her to come in. She rolled in a steel cart with a few platters.
“This was on the floor for you.” She curtsied, handing me a note. It was from Sergei. I smiled, glancing it over. His handwriting was exceptionally clean, a commendable trait for a man. He mentioned having business in town but that he would be home after dinner.
