“Playing my kitten is a way to free yourself from the stress for a while. It’s something to focus on instead. When I go into the gladiator ring and the fight starts, there’s no room in my brain for anything other than what’s happening right then and there. I have to live in the present moment, and then the next, and the next. When I punish you, it’s the same. For those moments, it’s all I think about. Isn’t it that way for you, too?”
I think back and nod. “Yes. During punishment, I am alone with you. No one else exists. For me, it is only your body and the bed that are real. I notice only small things and how I am feeling. Big worries… no. They cannot fit in my mind.”
He kisses me on the mouth. His lips taste good, and I kiss him too and let him draw me out of the chair and into his arms.
“From the moment we met, I wanted to be near you,” he whispers. “That feeling never goes away.”
“Yes, I feel this, too. Our attraction is very strong.” My hand rubs his chest. “What will you do when my contract is up?”
“I don’t know. Kidnap you maybe.” The corner of his mouth twitches, and his tone is teasing, but deep down I think he might be a little bit serious. And deep down a part of me wants him to be.
“Take off your clothes,kiska.”
“Alexei—”
“Undress,” he orders. “Now.”
My face heats, and I shiver. Do I have time to play? Can I afford to forget everything else for a while, to revel in how intense it feels to be completely under Alexei’s control?
His fingers tap my cheek in warning. “Are you going to test me again?”
I look down at the floor, blushing hard at the memory of his cock thrusting inside my ass so ruthlessly. No, I’m not ready for that again so soon.
I remove my clothes, and being exposed heightens all my emotions, especially my lust and arousal.
Alexei doesn’t wait for me to come to him. Instead, he collects me, lifting me and carrying me to the end of the bed. So strong. So determined. I nearly sigh at how much I like that about him.
He puts me face down over his lap. One hand presses against my lower back, the other reaches down and cups my breast. Without meaning to, my hips squirm. His big hand slides down to grip my ass. His hold on my breast tightens too, possessively.
“Alexei—” I whisper.
“Be quiet.” It’s an order, which makes me shiver again and become aware of the tingling between my legs.
His fingers pinch my nipple, which is already puckered. My breath catches, and a tell-tale ache begins in my core.
He moves his leg to trap mine between his, keeping my ass positioned perfectly for himself. Then his big hand comes down hard against my vulnerable flesh. It’s only moments before pain consumes the entire area.
I try to remain quiet, but eventually I can’t. My ass must be cherry red because it feels like a ball of fire. When I cry out, he pauses. One hand buries itself in my hair, keeping my face low as I suck in gasps of air. The other hand caresses my backside. His calluses feel especially rough against my tender flesh.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Let me up.”
“No.” His hand comes down in a series of firm swats, making me gasp and writhe. “You’re a naughty kitten. You went out without telling me today. You made me worry.” The spanks lighten for a moment, only to fall again twice as hard.
My muscles burn and scream a protest within me. “I—please! Please stop!”
He pauses, but just as I start to become relieved, he resumes. Soon, I’m begging and promising to be better as I struggle relentlessly, and impotently, to escape.
Under my soft belly, his erection is thick and hard, telling me just how much he enjoys having me in this position. Finally, the pain is unbearable, and I can’t hold back the tears anymore. I break down, crying freely. This finally stays his hand.
His leg moves to free me, but I don’t have a chance to slide from his lap before he picks me up and carries me to a corner of the loft. He stands me on my feet, facing me into the corner. I put my hands on the walls, but his come to rest over them and then move them to the small of my back, right above my blistered backside.
“You’re mine.” His body crowds me into the small space, the fabric of his trousers brushing against my wounded ass, his hard cock teasing me. His hands come to rest on my hips, fingers gripping tightly, showing me their strength. “Stop pretending you’re not,” he says. The words are soft, but there’s an unmistakable edge to them.
One of his hands slides around, so his palm is on my belly. He presses me back against his body. “Are you going to be good from now on?”
