Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Apparently I’ve occupied him.
And now I’ve stepped right in it. I stare at him, dressed in a dark blue Henley that showcases every one of his gorgeous muscles. I stifle a hum of need. He’s so damn hot. What’s he doing to me? We have sex literally daily, and it’s never enough.
“What are you doing with that belt?” I ask, suddenly nervous about pushing him. Is this really the type of attention I wanted?
“You know exactly what I’m doing with this belt.” He lays it across his knees and begins to roll up his sleeves.
Oh fuck. My belly swoops at the sight of his golden skin adorned with ink, those corded muscles and bulging veins.
Fisting his belt, he stands and points to his desk with it. “Bend over my desk.”
I’m internally losing my shit. Ahhhhh!
I don’t dare disobey him. Cursing is a milder offense. Refusing to take my punishment? That’s not the type of line I want to draw with him.
Shaking, I bend over the desk and do what he says, my arms resting on the surface.
I shiver when I feel his warmth behind me, practically pressed to my back. He bends his mouth to my ear. “You’re getting five lashes for those naughty words, Aria. Then you’ll make it up to me by showing me how well you can use that mouth.”
Ahhhhhh!
I swallow and nod, unable to speak. I screw my eyes shut tight, my heart threatening to burst. He’s only ever spanked me with his hand and when he’s done…
“Count them.”
My eyes fly open as the first whistle of the belt warns me before the strike. It hurts, a sharp, intense pain, quickly taken over by a burning sensation. I swallow and choke out, “One.” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. I can’t believe I’m —
The second lash falls hard. I flinch. “Two.”
It hurts, but not as badly as I expected. Mikhail could flail me with his brutal strength and a length of leather, but he’s carefully moderating each strike. Still, it’s no tickle. The burning sensation intensifies. Arousal pools in my belly when he palms my stinging ass with his free hand. “Good girl. That’s a girl.”
I hardly remember to count the third, and by the time the fourth lash lands, I’m practically blissed out. Oh, fuck, this is incredible. It hurts, but the best kind of hurt, the kind that clears the mind and senses and grounds you fully in the present. My clit throbs, and my pussy aches to be filled by him.
“Last one,” he says in a harsh tone. “Count.”
The hardest smack falls. “Five,” I say in a whisper because it hurts so damn much, and I want so much more.
“Let me see,” he says as he reaches for the clasp of my jeans. I intentionally chose low-cut flared jeans that I think make my ass look amazing. But at times like these…“Let me see my handiwork on your gorgeous ass.”
His massive hands circle me as he deftly unfastens my jeans and pulls them down. My body flushes with heat as he bares my ass to him.
“Khristos.”
I guess the tiny pink thong he bought me looks better than he thought it would. I thought so myself.
I moan as he comes up behind me and grips both of my hips, grinding his erection against my ass. “You look gorgeous. I can’t believe what seeing you wear my stripes does to me.” He continues to praise me in Russian, the sweet sounds more welcome with every day that passes.
My husband likes what he sees, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. “I want you, Aria,” he whispers in my ear. “My beautiful, sexy wife. I want your pussy hugging my cock. I want to hear you scream after I’ve whipped your ass and fucked you against my desk. I want to remember the sound and feel of you when I work.”
Spinning me around, he lifts me and yanks the jeans and panties off. “Spread your legs for me.”
My heart’s in my throat as he kneels in front of me. I hardly know what to do with myself until he places himself between my knees and has me straddle my legs around his face.
“Such a good girl,” he says in a whisper, before he rubs his cheek against the sensitive skin of my thighs. The prickle makes my pussy throb. Nestling my feet on his shoulders, he spreads my thighs further apart. “You deserve a reward for being a good girl.” His accent’s thickened.
With a deep breath, he inhales my scent and mutters in Russian. He leans in and first kisses the inside of one leg, then the other. “I can taste your arousal already and it’s making me wild.” With a low growl, he bites my inner thigh. I scream and jump, but he holds my legs fast. “Stay right there.”