She’s going to fight me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Mila Lenkov may be defiant, but we both know why her hair is gripped in my fist so she has no choice but to watch every shameful moment in the mirror as she’s roughly and painfully ravaged.
She was bound to my bed because she needed to be taught a lesson, but she is screaming her surrender into the sheets with her bottom still marked from my belt because she asked for it.
I may never master her completely, but she will know she is mine.
Author: Sassa Daniels
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Length: 62,000 words
He positions himself behind me and to the left. Swinging the belt, he lands a stinging blow in the middle of my ass. He didn’t start out slow, trying to ease me in. I wouldn’t have wanted him to. It’s not as if I’m some feeble little thing he picked up in a club. He knows I can take it. The impact hurt, but it didn’t come close to testing my tolerance for pain. He’s going to have to try harder than that if he wants to prove himself worthy of my submission. I glare up at him in the mirror. “Is that all you’ve got?”
The wicked grin that spreads across his face tells me the challenge I laid down has been accepted. “Be careful what you wish for, lapochka.”
He pulls his arm back farther this time, and the wide leather strap whooshes through the air. Seeing it coming makes it hard not to stiffen, but I keep my muscles as loose as I can. The belt cracks across the full width of my butt, drawing a hiss from my lips.
Okay, that one was harder.
Pain ripples out from the point of the impact, and I grasp the sides of the dresser, my knuckles whitening.
As Niko gets into a rhythm, whacking the belt against my left buttock and then the right, I settle into it, too. Heat blooms across my backside, and the ache grows to a point where I have to grit my teeth. Still, it’s nothing I can’t handle. What is starting to trouble me, though, is the wetness between my thighs, the ever more urgent need for him to sink his cock into me. A certain vulnerability comes from knowing he has the power to deny me that pleasure. I find myself desperate to avoid disappointing him.
“Your ass is so pretty, lapochka, with my marks on it.” Niko’s voice is strained, as if his desire is close to overwhelming him. It’s a feeling I share. “You’re taking your spanking so well.”
“Too well, perhaps,” His voice holds an ominous note. “Spread your legs wider. Push up on your toes.”
Following his instructions, I move my feet apart and raise myself up on my tiptoes. A thrill surges through me as Niko’s breath hitches. He’s so calm, collected, utterly unfathomable most of the time—but he’s affected by me. Each time I do as he says, I gain a little more power over him. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be the one on his knees.
A split second before the belt flicks up between my legs, I realize what he’s planning to do. There isn’t time to brace myself for the vicious bite of the leather, and I shriek as pain radiates through my pussy. “That hurt!”
“And so will the next two.” Amusement curves his lips, as my eyes widen in horror.
“Hold still, and keep those eyes on the mirror.”
With the next lash of the belt, my mouth drops open, and I gasp loudly.
That was nasty!
I blink and stare at my reflection as my vision blurs, tears welling in my eyes. My hair’s a mess, and my downturned lips suggest abject misery, but as I catch sight of Niko’s appreciative gaze, I feel a surge of excitement. Even when I’m in this state, he still desires me.
“One more, then I’ve going to shove my cock in you and make you scream.”