As hard as I try, I can’t keep the yelps from escaping with each new white-hot pain blasting across my ass.
“You’ll be a good girl for me now, won’t you?” He slaps my ass again, then grabs the bottom of my cheek in his hand, squeezing until his neatly trimmed nails dig into my flesh. A new sort of pain blossoms with this sensation.
I suck in a much needed breath and nod my head.
“I didn’t hear you,” he says into my ear, sending an electric current through my body to meet his hand still gripping my raw ass.
“Y-yes, Nikolai. Please, just no more.” I bow my head, willing my heart to slow down, begging my lungs to work faster to catch up to the air.
“The next time, you’ll taste my belt.” It’s a promise I take seriously. This is not a man to cross. He releases my ass cheek but doesn’t remove his touch. Instead, he slides his fingers lower, between my thighs until he finds my sex.
My hot, wanting sex that I would rather fall dead to the floor than let him discover. When I try to snap my legs closed, he smacks my thigh.
“That’s being a bad girl again,” he chides me in that low, raw voice of his that sets my nerve endings on fire. “Now stick out your ass and spread your legs a little.”
With clenched teeth, I walk my feet apart twice until he has all the access he wants. A tear travels down my cheek and drips off my chin. I’ve never been so exposed, so vulnerable beneath a man’s attention before.
“Good girl,” he whispers and moves his hand up my inner thigh until he reaches the place I want desperately for him to ignore. Until I can get a grip on my emotions. Until I can figure out why my body is betraying me this way, I would rather the floor swallow me whole.
Easily, his fingertips glide through my wet folds and brush across my swollen clit. I clench my teeth, willing myself to have enough control not to moan. No matter how easily his touch brings me pleasure, I need to keep it to myself.
His warm lips press against my temple. “I’m going to enjoy taking this.” He pats my sex, then slides his fingers back up through my ass cheeks and presses a finger against my tight pucker. “And this.”
My heart slams against my ribs and drops. What the fuck?
“Nikolai.” A deep voice comes from the dining room entrance. I duck my head further, not wanting to see the look on his face. “There’s a call you need to take.”
Nikolai barks something at the intruder in Russian and their footsteps fade away.
Slowly, he smooths out my dress over my ass before patting me there.
“Eat your dinner. Viktor will bring you to your bedroom once you’re finished.” He bends down and picks up my panties, pocketing them with a wink. “And you’ll wear only what’s left out for you unless you’d like to repeat your lesson.”
I swallow and stand up straight, brushing my hair from my face. Tear tracks mark my cheeks; I can feel them drying already.
“I’ll have your meal brought out to you.” He rubs the fat of his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a stray tear, and brings it to his mouth. He sucks it from his thumb with a smile. After another wink, he leaves me in the elegantly designed dining room alone.
The window lets in a draft from where he’d been smoking when I walked in, drawing my attention to the city lights displayed before me.
I’m a long way from home, from everything I understand.
Except my responsibility. To protect my family.
So on shaky legs, I walk to the dining table and take a seat, and a woman with a wide smile walks into the room with a plate in her hands.
It’s one night. I can and will do this.