“You’re not sorry. Yet.”
My world is suddenly upside down and I’m on his lap, face down and staring at his black bedspread. “Wait! Look, let’s-”
“Did I ask you to stay in your bedroom?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Did you stay in your bedroom?”
“No, but-” Then I hear it, the metallic ‘snick!’ of a switchblade. It’s cold, he puts the blade across the small of my back and then slips it under my leggings, cutting them away. He’s so quick that I don’t know what happened until I feel the chill of the air on my bare legs.
“Look at these pretty panties,” he says, smoothing his enormous hand over my ass. “I thought you said you’d never wear that shitty lingerie for me?”
“That was before. When I thought you were my captor.”
“Oh,Kolibri,I’m still your captor.” His palm lands against my ass, sending red waves of heat radiating out from the initial sting.
“Alexi! Stop!” I’m thrashing around like a hooked trout on the riverbank and it gets me nowhere. His hand slams down a second time, so big that he’s hitting both my cheeks. I’d obsessed over his hands, large and capable with tattoos on his long fingers. Right now, they are the instrument causing me considerable pain and the third strike makes my legs kick up in protest. He calmly puts one leg over mine, locking me in place.
“In the future, I’ll give you a safe word,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my stinging skin. “But not for punishment spankings.”
His hand slams down again with even more force and this time, it feels like my skin is on fire. Then again. His fingers slide between my stinging thighs and I groan in humiliation.
“I might have to think of a different punishment for you.” His amusement is infuriating, one long finger slides between my folds, idly stroking from my entrance to my clitoris and back again. “You don’t feel like you’re being punished.”
“Let me up!” I try to twist my hips and his arm comes down like a steel bar, holding me in place. His fingers are gathering the moisture between my legs and painting my ass with it.
“You’re practically dripping,” he muses. “Did you know the sting from a spanking is much greater against wet skin?”
He’s right.
When his hand comes down again, I shriek. My skin feels like it’s on fire. He slaps me again, on the crease of skin between my ass and my thighs and oh, that hurts so much worse.
“That’s seven,” he says. He peppers my poor, stinging ass and thighs with three more slaps and then stops, running his palm soothingly over my burning skin. “So good for me,Kolibri,”he says approvingly. “My good girl.”
“I have never hated you more,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
He chuckles and hauls me upright, pulling off my sweater and bra before I can protest. His hand comes up to cup my throat and he’s pushing me back on the bed. “Lift your legs, rest your feet on the edge of the bed.” I would like to curse at him, go stomping out the door but instead, my knees are bent and I’m open to him. His blond head goes between my thighs and when I feel his cool lips on me, I almost combust right then.
Spreading me with two fingers, his tongue circles my clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth.
“Oh, god!”
“God’s not here,” he whispers with a dark chuckle. “You’ll pray to me tonight.”
Two long fingers slide inside me, scissoring and stretching. “So tight.” When they curl up and rub against the wall of my channel, I moan, tightening my thighs around his head. He doesn’t seem to mind, pushing his fingers in and out, his tongue and teeth playing with my clitoris and I feel a cyclone of heat and need swirl through me and when it reaches my center, I detonate. His fingers push against that spot inside me again, scraping lightly and this time, it’s more like an earthquake, the roar of pleasure hitting me and sending me swirling through another orgasm.
Alexi rises and I watch him pull his t-shirt off and then drop his jeans and his boxer briefs.
“Oh. I’m not ready for this. I would like to take back my-” I’m babbling again and he chuckles. His dick is thick and hard, risingup to his belly button, the reddened tip is already gleaming with pre-come. I may be a virgin but I do have a Wi-Fi connection, thank you very much. I’ve seen some porn. Theirs were much smaller by comparison.
He stops my disjointed excuses by putting his fingers in my mouth, making me taste my orgasm. “You’re ready. If it’s too much, say red and I’ll stop. I’ll always stop.” Then Alexi pauses. “Wait, I’ll get a condom.”
“You don’t have to.” How did this fly out of my mouth? But it’s true. I’ve always wanted a child with Alexi.
Frowning, he hesitates, his cock hard and thick against his stomach. “You’re too young.”
“It took my mother several years to get pregnant,” I blurt, “and we’re married already in the eyes of the Bratva. I love the thought of having your child.”
