Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You bastard!” I scream. “Let me up!” I scream until I’m hoarse and my ears are ringing, earning me a low, dark chuckle from my captor.
“That’s what I was hoping for,” he says approvingly. In one fell swoop, he divests me of my clothes and bares my ass to him. The feel of his hot, heavy, calloused palm on my screaming hot backside sends bolts of arousal to my lady parts. My mouth is dry, and if he were to touch me right now, he’d find me sopping wet.
Something deep, deep inside me I can’t quite decipher whispers with delicious satisfaction… this.
This.
Him.
This.
I want to be taken. I want to be controlled. I want to be dominated and pushed, and when I push the fuck back, I don’t want him to crumple.
His palm slaps hard against the underside of my thigh, and it stings way worse than it did before. I whimper and squirm, trying to get away, but he pins me in place and spanks me again.
My breath catches in my throat, a mixture of fear and defiance surging through me. I struggle against him with everything I’ve got, my hands pushing at his strong, sturdy thighs, my body twisting in an attempt to break free. I almost actually wriggle out of his control, but he catches me, pins me in place, and growls, “You naughty little thing,” before he gives me three hard, stinging slaps in rapid succession.
“Viktor, no!” I scream, my voice trembling, even as a part of me thinks Yes, yes, THIS.
But his strength is overwhelming, his grip like iron as he holds me in place. Without a moment’s pause, he brings his hand down on my naked ass again, the sharp crack of the spank echoing in the room and mingling with my cries.
We’ve been dancing on the periphery of something, and I didn’t know what until this.
I fight harder, my struggles becoming more frantic, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I think I should tell him to stop, but I don’t want to. It hurts like fuck, and I’m humiliated beyond belief, but I’ve never, in my entire life, been more turned on than I am now.
When the spanking continues, my defiance begins to wane, replaced by the utter need for pleasure.
“Viktor,” I plead, my voice softer this time. “Oh God. Okay, alright, I’m sorry.”
His palm pauses, poised above my ass. “Sorry for what? Say it.”
“Sorry for mouthing off to you.” His hand stills, his fingers lingering for a moment before gently rubbing my aching ass, soothing the sting his own palm inflicted.
“Are you going to mouth off to me again?” he asks, his voice dangerously low. “Or do we need to continue this?”
I pause only a moment before I reply. “Do you want the truth or a lie?”
“Lydia,” he growls.
“Okay, okay! I am absolutely going to do it again,” I admit, cringing for the next swat of his palm, but to my surprise, he chuckles and lets out a breath.
“You were honest. I fucking love that, baby,” he whispers. “You’re a good girl, Lydia. A good girl who needs an occasional reminder to behave herself. And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”
I squirm on his lap. My breasts are pressed between his lap and the bed, my nipples dangerously hard.
“They do,” I whisper. “They totally fucking do.”
Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “It’s a good thing I don’t punish you for that potty mouth of yours, or you’d be toast.”
“I so fucking would,” I agree with a nod. Because I’m a good girl. His good girl.
“Do you want to see what happens when you’re honest with me?”
“After you dominated me and spanked my ass? Ooohhh, yeah,” I whisper. “Please, please, please.”
He swats my sore ass. “Come here, baby. Give me that pussy. I’ll bet you're wet for me, aren’t you?” When he pushes my legs apart and touches my pussy, my pelvis convulses at the first touch of his finger.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Holy shit.”
“Someone liked her spanking.”
I moan. “Liked? More like loved. I loved my spanking.”
“Jesus. That means I’ll never be able to actually teach you to behave yourself,” he says, but the sly grin on his face tells me he’s not all that broken up by it.
He lifts me as easily as if I weigh nothing at all, lays me on the bed, and kneels before me.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“These are the rules. I’m going to eat your pussy. You earned this climax, and I fucking earned eating you out. You’re going to come on my tongue. If you decide you’re going to come before I give you permission, you’ll get spanked again, and I’ll make you wait. If you move your hands out of the position I put them in, I’ll tie you up and whip you again until you’re begging for mercy. In other words, if you want to come, baby, you’ll do what I fucking say.”