“And just think,” he reminded me. “My brothers are just down the hall,hearing everything that’s happening in this room.”
My face flushed with heat as a fresh wave of shame and arousal washed over me.
“Viktor’s probably got a stupid fucking grin on his face,” he continued, his fingers stroking, building the pressuredeep inside my core. “And Andrei… he’s probably imagining it all. Imagining this sweet little ass turning red under my hand, wondering what sort of bad girl thing you did to earn such a hard spanking that sounds like this.”
He spanked me again and again, the sounds loud cracks that seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room. “They’re probably both imagining how wet you are right now. How much you’re enjoying this.”
I was so close. My body was a tightly wound knot of tension, a live wire humming with need. Every nerve ending was on fire, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the release I so desperately craved.
Fuck.
I was going to come.
Not in a while.
Not in a few moments.
Now.
“And they can probably hear you,” he added, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “They can probably hear how desperate you are to comefor me already.”
My body exploded.
A ragged cry was torn from my throat. My entire world went white, a blinding flash of pure bliss.My core fluttered in aseries of deep, shudderingspasmsthat stole my breathaway.
His fingers stilled, but he didn’t pull them out. He just let me ride outmy orgasm, his other hand resting on the small of my back. He waited until the tremors subsided, until my breathing evened out, until the fog in my mind started to clear.
Then he started spanking me again while he moved his fingers inside me.
Not fast. Not hard. But with a slow rhythm that was designed to stoke the fire, to build the pleasure back up from the smoldering embers of my last orgasminto another and my body obeyed. My hips bucked,and I couldn’t control myself. He controlled me.
Completely.
Oh, fuck.
I was going to come again.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he tsked, his fingers stilling inside me. “Patience,malyshka. I’m not finished with you yet.”
His other hand, the one that had been delivering the stinging slaps, slid down the crack of my ass.
His thumb found the tight, puckered ring of my bottom, and I couldn’t help but tense.
No one had ever touched me there before. Not Viktor. Not anyone.
I was not prepared for this.
“Mikhail, wait—” I started, my voice thick with tension.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Justtake what I give you, naughty girl. Always take whatever I choose to give you. You’ve earned this.”
He pressed his thumb against my tight entrance,and I couldn’t help but clench, trying to fight his entry.That didn’t stop him though.He was testing my boundaries, pushing my limits, and he was doing it with a calm, confident authority that made my head spin and my pussy clench.
He hadn’t bothered to fetch any lube.
His thumb was already slick. I knew it was soaked with my own wetness. The thought was so dirty, so depraved that a fresh wave of heat washed over me.
He pushed.
