Olivia gasped, her body jerking forward but her hands remaining obediently clenched where she was told.
“That is for lying to me,” Victor stated calmly. The second blow fell harder than the first. “That is for attempting to solve matters that concern both of us without my knowledge.”
He continued methodically, each strike delivered with precise force and each transgression named. The fifth blow landed directly over where the beads rested inside her, causing Olivia to cry out as the impact shifted them within her sensitive passage.
“And that,” Victor said, his voice dropping lower, “is for making me imagine, even for a moment, that you might have betrayed me with him.”
By the tenth stroke, Olivia’s pale skin had turned vivid pink, and her breathing had grown ragged. Victor paused, running his palm over the heated flesh, feeling the warmth radiating from her punishment.
“To whom do you belong, Olivia?” he asked, his fingers trailing down to grasp the end of the silk cord.
“To you,” she whispered.
“Louder,” he commanded, tugging slightly on the cord so the beads moved inside her.
“To you!” she gasped, her voice catching as the movement sent unexpected sensations through her. “I belong to you!”
“Who am I to you?” He gripped the cheek of her arse tighter with each word.
“My hus–”
Victor spanked her arse again, interrupting what she had started to say. “Try again.”
“Daddy,” she cried out. “You’re my Daddy.”
“Fucking right. And what happens when you attempt to keep secrets from me?”
“I am punished,” she replied, voice strained with a mixture of pain and growing arousal.
Victor nodded, relieving just a bit of tension in his shoulders knowing that his little one was safe and he’d reminded her that she was his. “Indeed.”
“Feel how your body responds to punishment.” It took all he had not to lose himself in her. “You’re quite wet, little one. Stand and face me.”
She did so, her head hung and timidly met his eyes. Part of him wanted to pull her into his arms and hold his girl, but he quickly pushed the notion away.
“I keep my promises to you, and you are going to keep yours to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He pointed across the room. “Then go stand by the fireplace and drop to your knees.”
Olivia appeared confused for a moment, but slowly did as he said. Once she was on her knees, she kept her eyes trained on the floor.
“Now crawl to me,” his voice boomed. “Crawl over here and beg me to fuck your arse. Beg me to do so even after what you did today.”
His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, his beautiful little wife crawling across the floor. The apology and remorse were in her eyes and appeared genuine. When she reached him, she stayed on her knees and hugged his legs.
“Please, Daddy. I need you. I know I’ve been bad, but please fuck my arse. It’s ready for you. I’ll never hide anything from you again. Please.”
He wanted to draw things out. To make her beg harder, but he was losing control with every passing second. The need to claim her overtook his every sense.
“Bend over the bed, little one.” He ground out the words.
She did as instructed while he moved to the bedside table where he kept oils. Returning to her, he began to withdraw the beads with deliberate slowness, one sphere at a time. Each extraction forced a moan from Olivia’s lips as the graduated sizes stretched her sensitive opening.
When the final bead slipped free, Victor set the strand aside and began unfastening his breeches. His arousal had grown painful during her punishment, desire heightened by her submission and the lingering jealousy that still burned within him.
He poured oil into his palm and used it to coat his rigid length. After covering his fingers with oil, he slid one inside her without warning. “Now you will deny me nothing. Every part of you belongs to me, Olivia. Every secret, every thought, every response of your body. Do you understand?”
