He laughs and before I even have a chance to register what he’s doing, he’s flipped me over so I’m bent over the couch with my ass fully exposed. I press my hands against the leather couch and try to raise myself up, but his strong hand on my back makes it impossible to move.
I gasp when I feel his other hand trailing a line up my thigh before roughly pulling my panties down.
“Hey!” I yell, feeling an embarrassed heat rise up my face.
“What?” he asks calmly, stroking my ass with featherlight touches that send shivers up my spine. “Do you not like?”
He slides one finger along my pussy, making me moan and arch my hips to him. His deep chuckle is sexy as fuck. Clearly, he’s enjoying tormenting me.
“Yes, I think you like this very much.”
He teases me with his finger, careful to not let himself slip fully inside me, just teasing my wet lips until I’m whimpering and breathing heavily into the couch.
One second I’m feeling the teasing drag of his finger and in the next moment my ass feels like it’s on fire as he brings his hand down hard on me, spanking me with a sharp smack that echoes through the open room.
“The fuck, Dmitri!” I scream into his couch, trying my damnedest to get up.
“What? You thought there would be no punishment?”
He spanks my other ass cheek, and I swear this one is even harder than the first.
“Take your spanking like good girl, Belova.”
I want to argue, tell him to go fuck himself, but then he cups my pussy with his hand, and all my resistance fades away. He tightens his grip on me. One long finger is nestled between my pussy lips, pressing against my clit, and when he uses his other hand to smack my ass again, I let out a scream, but this time it’s not from pain. He spanks me again, rubbing my clit ever so slightly with the pad of one finger. The mix of pain and pleasure overwhelms me. I’m desperate to come, grinding against him as best I can. Three more sharp smacks have my eyes watering and my fist pounding into the soft, leather cushion I’m propped against, but it doesn’t stop my body from begging for more.
I’m so lost in ecstasy that I’m surprised when I hear his deep voice close to my ear.
“Is not so bad, is it?”
“No,” I manage to pant.
He leans his body over mine, and I groan when I feel the hard length of him pressed against my ass. This is it, I think to myself. He’s finally going to fuck me! I’m more than ready when I feel the heat of his breath against my neck and then the feel of his soft lips against my skin.
Rubbing the pad of his finger over my clit in excruciatingly slow circles, all I can do is whimper and moan beneath his touch. When he stops, I don’t even think. I just beg.
“Please, Dmitri. God, please don’t stop.”
He gives the crook of my neck a soft bite.
“You want to come?” he murmurs against my skin.
“Yes,” I practically yell.
“Good.”
He leans back and grabs me around my waist, lifting me up and turning me around so I’m facing him. He carries me around and sits me down on the couch the proper way and sits down in the chair opposite, looking relaxed and sexy as fuck.
“So come,” he says, lifting an eyebrow at me.
“What?”
I’m so stunned by the turn of events that I can barely think.
“You watched me come. Now I watch you.” He gives me a sexy grin. “Is only fair.”
“What? I can’t just masturbate in front of you.” I let out an embarrassed laugh.
I mean, I can’t. Can I?