“You wore your lacy things. For me.”
My soaked pussy wets my thighs.
I did.
He knows.
When I’m completely naked, he circles me again, his gaze tangible on my skin. He stops in front of me, his expression unreadable.
“On your hands and knees.”
I comply, lowering myself to the floor. The hardwood is cool against my palms and knees. In this position, I’m utterly exposed, utterly his. My mind races ahead, anticipating what comes next. His hands on me, his body over mine, inside me.
“Now,” Kolya’s voice drops to that dangerous register that has my body clenching, “crawl to the bedroom.”
The order catches me off guard.
I shift to glance at him from over my shoulder, not sure I’ve heard correctly. “What?”
His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting spreading across my skin like wildfire. I gasp, more from surprise than pain.
“I said crawl. Or have you already forgotten our agreement?”
I hesitate, torn between embarrassment and the unexpected heat blooming where his hand struck.
His palm connects with my other cheek, harder this time. “When I give you an order, you obey. Immediately.” Each word is precise and measured.
The second spank jolts straight through me, a lightning strike of painful pleasure that has me squeezing my thighs together. My hesitation isn’t from reluctance anymore.
I want him to hit me again.
Somehow, he knows.
The sting of his palm lingers on my skin, a hot handprint that pulses with my heartbeat. I drop my head, gazing at the floor between my hands. The shame I expected never happens.
Instead, I reach a strange sense of clarity, like the world has suddenly come into focus. I start to crawl, my palms and knees shuffling across the hardwood toward the bedroom.
Awareness ripples through my body with each movement. The sway of my breasts, the wet slide of my most intimate parts, the vulnerability of my position.
I’ve never felt more raw.
Kolya follows behind me, his footsteps unhurried. The weight of his gaze traces over my skin, tracking every movement, every tremor. The bedroom doorway looms ahead. I cross the threshold, the rug in front of the bed rough against my palms after the smooth hardwood. I stop in the center of the room, unsure what comes next.
“Good girl.”
The simple words trigger a wave of pleasure that rivals any physical touch.
He crouches, one hand tracing the reddened skin of my ass where he spanked me. His touch is gentle now, almost reverent. “You learn quickly.” His fingers trail lower, finding the wetness leaking down my thighs. “And you like it.” A statement of fact. “You like being told what to do. Being punished when you disobey.”
I should deny what he says.
Should be horrified that this dangerous man has discovered this secret part of me I didn’t even know existed.
But I can’t lie. Not to him. Not anymore.
“Yes.”
“I know.” He slides a finger inside me, then another, his thumb circling my clit with devastating precision. “I knew from the first moment I saw you. All that brightness, all that control…waiting to be broken. You were just begging for someone strong enough.”
