He didn’t bother to pull them down. He grabbed the thin, simple cotton, and with a harsh tearing sound, he ripped them from my body. The fabric gave way, and then I was naked from the waist down. A soft, pathetic whimper escaped my lips.
The first spank landed before I could even process the humiliation.
It wasn’t a playful tap. It wasn’t a teasing swat. It was a brutal, open-handed slap against my bare ass.
And his hands werebig.
He spanked me again and the sound was a loud, stinging crack that was immediately followed by a scalding hot bite of pain that radiated through my entire body.
“Ah!” I gasped, my body jerking, my hands clenching the quilt beneath me.
Another spank, this one on the other cheek, just as hard, just as ruthless. The sound echoed in the quiet room. A yelp escaped me.Already, my ass was on fire,and my eyes watered just a little.
I wasn’t the kind of woman who just took it, and I tried to squirm away from him, but he held me inplace by my hair, pinning me down for whatever punishment he was about to dish out.
I felt a sudden, hot wave of defianceand I opened my mouth before I could think.
“Your brothers made me come really fucking hard,” I snarled, my voice muffled by the quilt.
He chuckled, the sound wholly dangerous, and my stomach dropped. He then let go of my hair. For a brief moment I thought he was done, but I was so, so wrong.
The room was so quiet that I could hear the faint rustle of the leather as he picked it up from the floor.
That was when the fear really set in, and a shiver sent goosebumps racing down my body.
I had wanted a punishment. I had wanted to be dominated, to lose myself in the pain and pleasure of it. But this… this was something else. This was real. This was a man who was determined to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget.
Ihadbitten off more than I could chew. Way, way more.
He doubled the belt over in his fist, the buckle making a soft, metallic clink.
“I know what you need, little slut, and it’s time I gave it to you, but you might have poked the bear a bit too hard this time.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tensing in anticipation of the first blow.
He didn’t make me wait long.
The belt landed with a loud crack right across the center of my ass. It wasn’t like his hand, not at all. It was a line of pure fire, a white-hot sear of pain that was so much more intense than I had ever anticipated. My whole body jerked, my hands clenching the quilt so tightly my knuckles turned white.
“Aaiiyy!” I yelped, my head thrashing from side to side. “Andrei!”
Another blow landed, this one just below the first, the leather wrapping around the curve of my ass, the tip biting into the sensitive skin of my thigh. My vision went white, the pain a blinding, all-consuming thing. A screaming, keening sound escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“Did you think I’d be gentle?” he asked. “Did you think I’d let you talk about my brothers fucking you and making you come and not make you regret it?”
Another lash. And another. He set a brutal, unrelenting pace, the leather landing with a harsh crack that was the most goddamn obscene music I’d ever heard. The pain was a living, breathing thing, a fire that was consuming me from the inside out, but beneath the pain, a new and more dangerous heat was spreadingthrough my veins. It was a heat that made my blood sing, a liquid ache that pooled in my stomach and settled between my thighs.
My hips were bucking now, not to escape the blows, but to meet them.It was humiliating. It was empowering. It was shameful.
“You’re getting wet,” he observed,his tone darkly amused. “I can see it glistening between your thighs,my needy little slut.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, a wave of shame washing over me. I wanted to deny it, but the evidence was undeniable. I could feel the slickness of my arousal, the way my body was responding to his punishment, betraying me in the most intimate way possible.
He paused, and I felt a different kind of heat: the heat of his gaze. He shifted behind me, and his fingers suddenly delved between my legs. He slid through my soaked folds, found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and circled ita few times,teasing and taunting me with flashes of fiery desire.
He brought his glistening fingers up to my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded.
