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And it was ahardone.
He punished all the way down the backs of my thighs, and just when I thought I’d had enough, he pulled his hand away and unbuckled his belt. Stretched out and laid vulnerable like this, the belt stung even more than I thought possible. I was whining and crying long before it stopped falling, but my body lit on fire along with it.
He’d bent me over the bed and fucked me so hard I saw stars.
“Is that what you needed, babygirl? You wanted me to remind you that you’re mine? That you need me to use this body whenever I want, however hard I please?”
He’d been right. I had needed that.
The two of us had come to an understanding after that first time he’d used his belt. As much as his world was hard to accept from time to time, I wouldn’t put myself or his men at risk again. Instead of returning to Femme Fetal, Sergei and I had sat down and he’d shown me the safer areas that were under the protection of his allies instead of the Juarez cartel.
We’d found Enigma Lounge as a result, which turned out to be even better than Femme Fetal. It had grander decorations, with chandeliers at least twice the size, along with a far more intriguing atmosphere and better music most nights. Since then, we’d gone twice and had been greeted with bottle service as soon as we’d walked in the door. Chloe’s sense of awe had been well worth the change in location.
The dimly lit space featured plush, velvet furnishings in rich jewel tones, and dramatic lighting that invoked a moody and extremely intimate atmosphere. The walls were adorned with abstract art and murals from local artists, and the bar was lined with bottles of rare and exotic spirits, with a special section devoted to all the different types of champagne. In the center of the room, a small stage hosted live music performances and other entertainment. There were even aerial silk artists that performed from time to time who climbed all the way up to the rafters. The club felt exclusive and luxurious, and it had ended up being an easy compromise that we probably could have come up with on our own, without the use of my husband’s belt.
I didn’t tell Chloe about that part.
I had no regrets, though. I was starting to have a certain fondness for the seductive, powerful aura that came over him every time he took off that leather strap, knowing that my bare ass was soon going to feel it.
Sergei and I had grown over the past several weeks. For the first time, I felt well and truly at home. It was almost time for the fall semester to start, and arrangements had already been made for a driver to take me to and from my classes.
Initially, I’d balked at the idea of a bodyguard escorting me around campus, but truthfully, knowing that I’d almost been killed and hadn’t even known about it had shaken me. It had only taken a half-hearted threat of earning a punishment over his knee to convince me, which had surprised him. As a reward, he’d sat me down on the kitchen counter and eaten me out as his dessert.
I hadn’t complained. I did scream his name, though, so many times that my voice had gone hoarse.
This morning, I had woken up needy to an empty bed. Sergei had left a note on the pillow, letting me know that he had to go to a business meeting early this morning. It also said he’d only be upstairs, but he was looking forward to having dinner with me later.
The last paragraph sent shivers down my spine.
Ihaven’t decided how sore you’re going to be when I put you to bed tonight. I may just deal with that needy pussy, but I think I might put you over my knee first. Today though, I’m going to make you choose how sore you want to be. You can wear panties and I’ll pull them down, only pinkening your ass before you take my cock. If you don’t wear panties, though, you’re going to get a very hard spanking, and I’ll decide whether I do it with my hand, my belt, or possibly even something else.
You decide, babygirl.
Ibit my lip, focusing on what the something else could be. I both loved and hated how it had inspired my insatiable curiosity. At least a part of me knew whatever he was referring to would likely hurt very much, yet my body reacted with overwhelming arousal anyway.
When I dressed that morning, I didn’t put on any panties. I honestly didn’t even think about wearing them because I spent most of the morning fantasizing about us in our bed that night. I planned to go out shopping for a few new outfits for the start of the semester, but I didn’t rush out. Instead, I enjoyed a late brunch and an extra cup of coffee. I texted Victor and Yuri of my plans as I sipped the last remnants of my mug.
They didn’t respond right away, which was odd. Usually, they texted right back, telling me that the car would be waiting for me by a specific time. Fifteen minutes later, I tried again. When they didn’t reply then either, I went looking for them. I wasn’t going to go out on my own. I didn’t want to accidentally turn whatever sexy things Sergei had planned into an actual punishment spanking tonight by ignoring his rules. I wandered around the first floor, finding only the usual house staff. I nodded politely and moved on, going up to the second and then the third floor.
His note had mentioned he’d be up here for a meeting today, so maybe my guards would be up here too. I hadn’t really explored much of the third floor. Sergei had explained it as mostly his domain and he’d been right. There was a room with security cameras monitoring the property. There was no one monitoring the room, but there was probably someone watching remotely or elsewhere on the property. On one of the cameras, I noticed that there was a group of maybe a dozen blacked out SUVs sitting in the driveway.
Who was here?
The third floor was just as expansive as the rest of the house. I passed Sergei’s office and pressed my ear to the door, listening for any activity inside and hearing nothing. I went along further, stopping alongside the locked door that I knew led to an armory of some kind. Sergei had shown me once, but he’d assured me that he had plenty of men on the property to keep me safe.
When I’d told him I was interested in learning how to handle a gun, he’d been surprised, but promised to teach me himself. He’d already booked a day at a local shooting range to do it sometime in the coming weeks.
I continued down the hallway, hearing a smattering of soft male voices. Whatever they were saying was in hushed tones. There was a big room over the garage and the door to it was shut. I’d only peeked inside once, noticing that it had been set up like a boardroom, with a massive wooden dining table along with seating areas spread out all over to accommodate meetings of all sizes.
“I appreciate you taking care of Robert Cooper for me.”
My ears perked up instantly at the mention of my ex-fiancé’s name. I paused and slid closer to the door, trying to listen to whatever was being said.
“His debts were extensive, but I think things turned out well in the end.”
That was Sergei’s voice. I was certain of it.
“It’s gone even deeper than we initially realized. I had thought that he held all his debt with me, but it turns out he owed money to the Columbians as well.”
