He hauls me across his lap in one smooth motion. I land with an undignified yelp, my hands bracing against the cushion, my ass in the air. For a moment, I'm too shocked to react. Then the reality of the position hits me—how vulnerable I am, draped across his thighs, his hand resting on the small of my back to hold me in place.
"Let me go," I snap, but my voice lacks conviction.
"No." His hand slides down to rest on my ass, and even through the layers of clothing, I can feel the heat of his palm. "You wanted this. You dared me. Now you're going to take it."
"I didn't?—"
He tugs the belt loose. The pants are so large on me that it’s a matter of a quick tug for him to pull them below the curve ofmy ass. He does it with one jerk… and I hear his sharp intake of breath as he swears in Russian.
He didn’t realize I wasn’t wearing panties.
I feel him tense… and then, underneath my hips, I feel him stiffen, his cock jerking to life immediately at the sight of my bare, slender, creamy ass.
Oh my fucking God.
He’s fuckinghuge.
For a brief moment, I think he’s going to relent, that the sight of my bare ass and his obvious arousal will bring him up cold.
And then his hand comes down on my bare, chilled flesh,hard.
The impact sends a sharp sting through me, and I gasp, my body going rigid. I twist my head around to look at him, my mouth falling open. “I didn’t—” I squeak in shock, my brain cutting off briefly.
"You didn't what?" He spanks me again, in the same spot. "Didn't think I'd actually do it?"
Another strike. Harder this time, and then again. The sting is building, heat spreading across my skin.
"You ran off into the woods with my gun." His voice is as hard as his cock underneath me, each word punctuated by another smack. "You could have been killed. You could have led them right back to us."
"I was trying—" I start, but he cuts me off with another sharp strike.
"You were being reckless. Stupid. You weren't thinking."
He's right. I know he's right. But the humiliation of being spanked while I’m held down across his lap makes me want to fight back.
"Fuck you," I spit out.
His hand stills for a moment. Then he laughs, a low, dark rumble in his chest.
“That was the wrong thing to say,dorogoy.”
The next series of strikes comes faster and harder. He's not holding back anymore, and the sting is intensifying with each impact. My ass is burning, the heat spreading, and I can't stop the small sounds escaping my throat. I try to squirm away, but his hand on my back holds me firmly in place. I'm not going anywhere unless he lets me.
"Stay still," he orders, his voice rough.
"No—"
Another hard smack, and this time I can't suppress the yelp. I squirm again, and I can feel how hard he is underneath my hips, his cock straining beneath me against the fly of his pants. He feels so fucking thick, and a spasm of arousal floods through me, imagining all of that pushing inside of me.
"I said, stay still."
He spanks me again, hard. The pain is building, a deep, burning ache that's spreading through me. My eyes are stinging with tears—from humiliation, from pain, from the feeling that I’m once again trapped with a man’s hand striking my flesh.
But this time… this feels different.
With each strike, each sharp sting, there's a jolt of something that isn't entirely pain. Heat is pooling low in my belly, a warmth that has nothing to do with the burning in my ass. My breath is coming faster, shorter, and not just from the exertion of trying to hold still. I squirm again, and I realize I’m enjoying the feeling of grinding against his cock, imagining what his face would look like as he pushed into me. What it would be like to see him lose control overme, his body wracked with pleasure because of me, entirely vulnerable and at my mercy?—
I can feel a deep throb between my thighs, a building need?—
