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A shiver runs through her body as she takes my words as a threat. I’m not sure if I meant them that way. I put a hand on her shoulder to hold her steady as I slide my knife between the delicate fabric of her dress and her skin.

“Hold still,” I warn her. “I’m not opposed to a little blood play, but I suspect you’re not ready for that.”

Olivia gasps in horror. She needn’t worry. I was only trying to get a reaction out of her. I have no desire to cut her beautiful skin, so I take great care not to nick her accidentally as I slice through the back of her dress, right down to her hips. She shimmies out of what’s left of the gown and steps clear of the fabric that pools at her feet. She turns to face me. In her white strapless bra, panties, and lace-topped thigh-high stockings, my bride takes my breath away.

“If I’d known you were wearing this beneath your dress, we’d have left the wedding a lot earlier.”

I make a circular motion with my finger, instructing her to turn for me. She spins around quickly, denying me the chance to take in every inch of her as I wanted to.

“Try that again,” I command. “Slowly this time.”

She does as I asked, rotating on the balls of her feet to perform a perfect pirouette. My wife has incredible form. If I recall correctly, she said she was outside a dance class when she wassubjected to the ordeal of an attempted abduction. I wonder if she’s kept up her training as she’s gotten older.

“Beautiful,” I say when she comes to a stop.

Olivia’s body is lean, her limbs long and elegant. She has a mole beneath her left breast, but no other obvious blemishes on her skin. Her hair is still up in a knot, accentuating the length of her slender neck. She’d be stunning even without the effort she puts into her hair and makeup. But my wife plays the part of Mafia princess well and is never caught looking less than perfect. Now that she’s my queen, she’ll continue the illusion in public. In private, I want something real.

“Let down your hair,malyskha.”

Olivia reaches up and removes the strategically placed pins keeping her up-do in place. It’s not like in the movies, where a woman takes out a single clip and her hair tumbles over her shoulders. It takes almost a minute for her to carefully pull out each pin. When she’s done, she runs her fingers through her hair.

“What now?” she asks, a hint of defiance in her tone.

“Get on the bed. I want you facing away from me, head down and ass up.”

“Piotr!” She all but stamps her feet.

“Do it, Olivia, unless you want to incur more punishment.”

She sends me one last withering glare before turning and climbing up onto the bed. She gets into position with her arms beside her. I doubt she’ll have the self-control not to reach back when I spank her, so I remove my tie to bind her wrists.

“Hands above your head, wrists together,” I order her.

Olivia does as she’s commanded, but takes her own sweet time about it. She makes a show of stretching her arms out over her head and then rotating her wrists before laying her hands down on the mattress. The little brat won’t submit without a fight, but nothing good ever came easily and I’m prepared to put in some effort to have her where I want her. She doesn’t utter a sound of protest as I wrap my tie around her wrists and secure it with a neat bow.

“How does that feel?” My intention is to prevent her from interfering with her punishment, not to cut off her circulation.

“Fine.” Her tone is one of supreme boredom. Let’s see how long that lasts once I get started.

Positioning myself at the side of the bed where I’m able to watch her face while I spank her, I draw my hand back and bring it down hard on her bottom. Olivia exhales sharply as her flesh ripples beneath my palm. If she imagined I was going to give her a few gentle taps to warm her up for my belt, she’s mistaken. I want her to feel every bit of this punishment, to realize how seriously I take being lied to.

My palm connects with her firm ass four times in quick succession before I stop to admire the pink bloom on her skin.

“So pretty,” I murmur.

“Just get on with it,” Olivia snipes.

I hunch down low and grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back so she’s looking into my eyes.

“You think you’re in a position to make demands?”

Olivia glares at me for a minute, then lowers her eyes submissively. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”

Her tone oozes sarcasm. I let go of her and push to my feet. Little minx. After her initial fear, she seems determined to prove she’s got a backbone. That’s commendable, but she may push it too far.

“Let’s see if you’re still mouthing off a minute from now, Olivia.”

I resume the spanking, lavishing attention on every part of her ass. My palm cracks off her left butt cheek and Olivia gasps. It’s a breathy little sound that shoots straight to my cock. I adjust my stance and pick up the pace, spanking her harder and faster. My beautiful bride squirms on the bed.