First he made me his. Then he made me his bride.
Arman Romanov has looked out for me since I was a little girl, yet now when I need him more than ever I can’t stand the idea of accepting help from the son of a man my father betrayed.
But it isn’t up to me.
A powerful mafia family is demanding that I pay my father’s debts and Arman is the only one who can protect me, but that isn’t the reason I’m sore, spent, and sleeping by his side tonight.
I’m sore because his belt across my bare bottom taught me that he expects to be obeyed, and I’m spent because when he was finished he ravaged me even more shamefully than he punished me.
But I’m not lying naked in his bed just so he can use me as he pleases.
I’m here because I’m his bride.
Author: Measha Stone
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Length: 55,000 words
“Tell me why you’re being punished.” I give her a moment to breathe.
“Because you’re a barbarian who doesn’t know how to use his words!” she yells, earning a fast, hard lash of the belt across the tops of her thighs. A particularly sensitive spot that I would normally avoid, but her answer warrants the extra bite.
“Try again, Anya.” I hold the belt at my side, giving her a chance to suck in air. There’s a welt already forming on her right thigh where the side of the belt caught her. For her sake, I hope she’s a quick learner.
“Because I didn’t tell you about the marriage loophole in the trust,” she says, sounding like she ran her best time for a hundred-yard dash. “And I didn’t let you in right away when you showed up out of nowhere, uninvited.”
I’ll let her get away with that little bit at the end there. I don’t want to stamp out her fire, just control the dance of the flames.
The belt kisses her ass, but the sweet hiss she gives me is more enticing.
“And are you going to lie to me again?”
“No!” She shakes her head.
“There will be no lies between us, Anya. Complete honesty, is that understood?” I pull back my hand.
“Yes, Arman. I get it.”
I bring the belt down again and again and again, until she’s hopping from foot to foot trying to avoid the blows. She can’t though; I’ll never let her run from a punishment. To be sure I don’t hit her back or the belt wraps around her hip, I wrap my arm around her waist, pinning her to my body.
She tenses for a moment, then softens. It’s easier, I think, for her to endure this with me holding her in place. It’s probably a mistake, but I won’t see her damaged by a stray lash because she can’t keep still.
“Please!” she finally cries out. “I can’t take any more.” She puts her right hand up in the air. “Please, Arman.”
I pause, inspecting my work. Her ass practically glows, and I can only imagine the hot throbbing pain she must feel. I slide my belt in front of her thighs, wiggling it up until I have her leashed with it around her hips.
“Spread your legs a bit, Anya,” I instruct her and put both ends of the belt into my left hand while I shove down my trousers with my right.
She works her feet further apart. Her movements expose her puffy, wet pussy and I abandon my plan for a moment.
I need to taste her.
Dropping to my knees, I keep the belt in my hand while I run my tongue through her lips. Fuck, she tastes like honey. She moans and immediately her thighs tighten.
“Don’t you come yet,” I mutter while dipping my tongue into her cunt. Another groan and I slap her tender ass. “Not yet.”
“Please,” she begs, and I’ve barely begun with her.
“No.” I run my tongue from her clit to her entrance then move up to my feet. If I keep that up, she’ll be a naughty girl again and come before I say she can.
“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me, Anya. I want to see your little asshole while I’m fucking you from behind.”