I closed my eyes and laid my head back, giving in to the sensation.
“Beautiful,” he said around me, before letting go with a pop of his mouth and blowing on the wet spot he left behind.
I could feel my nipples puckering.
Before I could say or do anything, he sat up on the bed, moved over to the edge, and grabbed me. He placed me face down over his lap.
He pulled my panties off with one hand and shoved them down my legs.
I struggled. “Nikolay. No. I don’t want a spanking.”
The bastard laughed. “It’s not about what you want, is it? Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good. But I need this to remind myself that you’re here with me, safe and sound.”
“And you think a spanking is going to accomplish that? I am not fucking safe.”
He cupped my cheek. “I love it when you cuss, my bad girl. But you’re wrong. You’re safe with me.”
He pulled his hand back and spanked my ass cheek, hard.
I yelled and tried to get off his lap.
He spanked the other cheek, grabbing my hands when I reached back and tried to cover my bottom.
He massaged one cheek roughly with his large hand. I winced.
“You’re mine, princess. And if you ever talk about cheating on me with some small-dick weasel ever again, I won’t go easy on you.”
“This is easy?” I asked.
His hand rained down on me, one after the next, after the next.
“Ow, Nikolay.”
He rubbed harshly over the abused flesh.
“What?” he asked mildly, pissing me off ever more.
“How would you know I’ll cheat on you with someone who has a small dick?” I asked, egging him on.
He slapped the bottom of my cheek, near my thigh. Ouch.
This one hurt worse than the others.
“Princess,” he said, his voice getting all rough. Stern. Fuck. This tone of voice should not turn me on, but it did. I was turned on.
I moaned when he brought his hand into my crease, rubbing me up and down.
I closed my eyes, bringing my hips up closer to him, seeking more of his touch, more of that delicious friction.
He pulled away and spanked me once more.
“Hey,” I cried. I was so confused. I was in pain and turned on, and right now, that aroused part of me was winning, because I almost begged him for more.
“Please,” I begged when he inserted his thick finger inside my ass. “Please.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“You know I do,” I cried.