I feel him pull the hem of my skirt up and then grab the lace of my panties. When I hear them tear, horror spikes right through my heart. I gasp, trying to fight away from him, but he’s too strong. “What are—”
His palm comes down on my ass hard as he slips his hand over my mouth, stifling my cry of pain. The intensity of the spank is overwhelming and steals my breath from my lungs as he does it again on my other cheek.
“You’re a disobedient girl, Natalya. And do you know what disobedience earns?”
I fight against the tears prickling my eyes, knowing that the last thing I want is to give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing me cry. There’s something so degrading about being forced into this position with him, even with no one around to witness it.
I know I made a mistake earlier, talking to him the way I did in the classroom. I guess in a way I brought this on myself, but I was so angry. Eva’s treatment of him gave me the confidence to do it too, forgetting that he holds such powerful information over my head.
“Naughty girls need to be punished.”
He spanks my ass cheeks with even more force and I bite my lip, wishing I could sink my teeth into his hand, but the angle he’s holding it at makes it impossible.
The worst part is that I can feel my thighs getting wet with arousal, because although he’s inflicting pain on me, it’s arousing none the less. It seems that no matter what this asshole does to me, the power he holds over my body is always there, goading me.
He slides two fingers between my thighs and groans. “And it looks like this naughty girl likes being punished.” He makes a tutting sound in my ear. “But then it’s not really a punishment, is it? You can’t enjoy it. That’s not how this works.” His lips tease against my ear lobe, making me shudder. “I’m going to remove my hand and you aren’t going to say a word, got it?”
I do the best I can to nod and he releases my mouth, allowing me to take a gulping breath of oxygen.
“I think I know how to punish you.” He pushes me down onto my knees with my back still to him and then I feel his tongue against my soaking wet pussy.
“What are you—”
He spanks my ass again. “I said not a word,” he growls.
I swallow hard, digging my fingernails into the wood shelf of the bookcase in front of me. Elias thrusts his tongue and in out of me and it feels like I’m going to burst into flame at any moment.
His fingers rub my clit and I shudder, my back arching as the pleasure he gives me is almost enough for me to forget who is behind me. A guy who wants to degrade me in the most terrible ways imaginable, and yet, I’m putty in his hands.
“Elias,” I breathe his name.
He yanks a fistful of my hair. “Don’t call me that. I want you to call me, sir.”
I grind my teeth, irritated by the suggestion that I call him that. “Why?”
“Because I own you and you are my pet, and I want you to acknowledge it.” He pulls my hair harder, making my scalp burn. “Let me hear you say it.”
“Sir,” I spit out from behind my teeth, rage and arousal mixing together to make one confusing combination.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
The phrase makes my entire body blaze into an inferno of fire. Elias praising me like that does something to me that I can’t understand. My stomach flutters and my thighs start to shake as he continues to lick me to climax, his finger lazily massaging my throbbing clit. And then, when I’m sure I’m about to shamefully explode, he stops.
I swallow hard, glancing over my shoulder at him.
Those ice-blue eyes are full of wicked delight. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you expect me to make you come?” Pain claws at my throat as I realize he’s toying with me. After all, this was supposed to be my punishment. “Well, unfortunately, naughty girls don’t get to come.” He yanks my skirt up and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to my feet. “They do get to choke on cock, though. On your knees.”
My heart hammers erratically as I sink to my knees, realizing that Elias has already broken me in every way possible because the idea excites me.
“You know what to do,” he says, glaring at me with such hateful eyes.
I unzip his pants and the thick, hard length of him bobs out of his pants, forcing me to clench my thighs together, as need claws at my insides. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft.
“Suck it,” he orders.
I slide the length of him into my mouth and suck on the tip, which results in a manly grunt. “Fuck,” he murmurs, eyes softening as he watches me take his cock into my throat. “That’s right, deep throat that cock like the dirty little slut you are.”
His degrading words should put me off, but it appears I’m broken. Perhaps it’s the years of being tormented by him, but I like being called a slut. It’s weird and confusing and I don’t understand what he’s doing to me, but I know how it feels at this moment. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel special and wanted, even if that’s fucking laughable, considering this man is my tormentor and my bully.