Our families made the arrangement. He made me his.
When I first screamed his name in shameful surrender, Sevastian Kozlov was the enemy, the heir of a rival family who had just finished spanking me into submission after I dared to defy him.
Though he’d already claimed my body by the time he claimed me as his bride, no matter how desperately I long for his touch I vowed this beautiful sinner would never conquer my heart.
But it wasn’t up to me…
Author: Piper Stone
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“You will learn to obey me, my sweet princess. While I can be a fair man, I provide justified punishment for every infraction. I hope you’ll take this as an important lesson learned.”
I bit my lip, holding in my breath as tears welled in my eyes. Everything about this was wrong, but somehow oh so right. It was a sickening thought, but one I could no longer ignore.
There was no pretense as he brought the belt down a single time. I heard the whooshing sound as it moved through the air, the slow motion of his arm creating bursting vibrations. There was no flash of pain, no need for me to exclaim.
Until he brought it down four times in rapid succession, the strap hitting me exactly in the center of my sit spot.
“Oh. Oh!” I jerked away, kicking my legs, gasping for air.
He yanked me back into position, leaning over and fisting my hair. “None of that, princess. I don’t want to find the need to start again.”
“Damn me for what? For teaching you a lesson or for providing you with the structure you obviously need?”
There was no correct answer. As he pulled away, I dropped my head, panting several times. The anticipation of another blast of anguish was gut wrenching, but when he sliced the thick leather across my thighs, a burst of light took my breath away. I was carried off into some strange, uncontrollable moment, bridging the gap between the very fire and ice I’d thought of earlier. Yet I remained wet, juice sticking against my thighs, the scent of our combined rapture permeating the air around us.
He was relentless, issuing round after round, stopping several times to caress my aching buttocks, my skin on fire. These were the first real marks I’d bear, but I knew there’d be more to come. He would remain insistent that I obey him, making every infraction notable in his powerful way.
Wrung out, I kept my head hung, tears sliding toward my mouth. I licked them away furiously, barely able to catch my breath before he began again. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he tossed the belt aside. I had the strength to twist my head, looking over my shoulder. He was still glistening in the sunlight, raking his hands through his hair. In the dazzling light, he appeared more like a god than a man, his superb physique even more stunning.
I was fully aroused, my nipples aching, so swollen every time he’d brought the belt down, a bubble of pain came directly from their fully engorged state.
He was just as turned on, his cock at full attention. And my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on his thick stick, tasting his sweet cum as it slid down the back of my throat.
But he had other things in mind.
When he lowered his head, his smile was devilish, but his eyes continued to hold the icy cool look of an all-controlling male prepared to feast again.
He swaggered as he approached, using both hands, flexing his fingers open then brushing then down the length of my back, easing one hand between my legs. “You remain wet for me, printsessa. You’re a little insatiable creature. Aren’t you?”