She had the urge to stomp her feet and scream but thought that might earn her a spanking. Though she liked them, at times, right now she had interest in only one thing.
“But . . .”
He silenced her with a stern look over his shoulder. After marching her into their shared room, he placed her outside the attached bathroom door. “I’m going to take a shower and you’re going to kneel here and wait for me like a good girl. Aren’t you?”
Unable to help herself, she glared up at him. This was not fair. Bratty or not, she couldn’t hold back her feelings.
In an instant, he had her bent over the bed. She yelped but he pinned her with a hand on her lower back.
Then he spanked her. She winced into the mattress and gripped the sheets. He kept going. She cried out. He hit her harder.
“I’m sorry!” she shouted and kicked her feet.
He continued for a few more then he stopped. Her bottom stung and she wanted to rub it but was too afraid it would make him start again. A second later, he pulled her up by the arm and arched a brow at her.
“You don’t glare at me, little girl.”
She nodded, feeling sorry for herself probably more than she should. But it was hard to be contrite when her clit ached for attention.
“What should you say when I give you a command?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gently, he stroked a hand down her hair, then paused, cupping her cheek. How could he be so rough one moment then so gentle the next?
“That’s better,” he said, smiling slightly. “Back to your position.”
On shaky legs, she lowered herself to the floor, kneeling outside the bathroom. She was to stay here while he showered? But her body needed relief now!
With almost exaggerated slowness, Konstantin undressed, then ran the shower water, whistling tunelessly. The sting of her ass didn’t curb her frustration like it probably ought to have. He seemed to be torturing her on purpose.
Her pussy was wet and slippery against her heels. She squirmed, then gasped at how sensitive she was. It’d be so easy to slip a hand down and relieve herself. She’d finish before Kon had even washed his hair. He’d told her she was not to pleasure herself without his permission, but he wouldn’t know if she was quick and quiet about it, would he?
Besides, this was all his fault. He’d used her mouth, then tossed her aside like she was nothing. He really couldn’t expect her to ignore her desperate need, and the throb between her legs. She snorted to herself. He certainly hadn’t complained about her fixing the need between his legs.
The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. She’d ignore his rules just this once and he’d be none the wiser. Her fingers slipped down her belly to the heat of her pussy. She thought back to the way he’d felt in her mouth. His cock down her throat, his hand in her hair, the way he took control of her . . .
Little moans escaped her but she tried to keep quiet. Her eyes drifted shut as she stroked around her needy clit, teasing herself the way he did it, even though it felt better when it was his rough fingers instead of her own.
The way he’d gasped when he came replayed in her head. It was the sexiest noise she’d ever heard, and she’d been the one to make that happen. The heaviness in her lower abdomen increased, making her squirm and whimper.
The shower would turn off any minute. She had to hurry.
Desperate, she pinched her clit hard the way Konstantin sometimes did. She imagined the way he said “come for me” when he knew she was about to orgasm, the husky growl making her teeter on the edge for a long moment before she tipped over the edge.
She came, falling to brace herself on one hand while the other took a crueler grip on her clit hood and dug her nails into it. After so much frustration, her orgasm went on for so long, she was afraid the tremors would never stop. When the small shocks finally subsided, she opened her eyes and gasped.
A pair of legs were only about a foot away, covered in little droplets of water. She looked up, terrified. Konstantin stared down at her, arms crossed over his chest.
“Chyort,” she whispered.
He nodded in agreement.
Yes, she was fucked. She whimpered, frowning up at him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be.” He didn’t look that angry, only serious as he left her there and walked across the room to retrieve something from the closet.
Trembling, she asked, “Are you going to punish me?”