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Then he paused, sliding one hand down my body until it settled between me and the counter, and rubbed his palm between my legs.

“You’re bare down here, like a little slut,” he mused, and my face flamed with heat.

With that same hand, he used his fingers to spread me open, the cool air of the kitchen making my skin prickle and a shiver run through me. Then he used his other hand and brought it up between my legs,hard, the flats of his fingers punishing my clit directly.

The spank was brutal. Ruthless and shocking and so, so intense. I jolted forward and the moan that escaped my lips was broken and desperate. My entire body was trembling now, and it wasn’t just from the pain.

I felt like a live wire, every nerve ending in me alight with passionate need, the ache between my legs more intense than anything I had ever felt before and I tried to ignore it, but it was getting progressively harder.

“Stop,” I gasped, the word strangled and broken.

“No,” he growled. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”

He spanked my pussy again and I couldn’t stop myself. I bucked my hips back, seeking him out.

“You should know that was how good girls get their pretty little pussies spanked, but you weren’t a good girl, were you? You played around in my world, a world that’s far more dangerous than you realize. You’re a bad girl and you need to be punished, not pleasured,” he scolded and my face heated.

My body was humming. It felt like a coil that tightened too far, and I was frantic for release.

He smacked my pussy again, and I was so slick I could feel the wetness against my thighs.

“This is for your own good,” he told me, and I believed him.

Maybe it was. Maybe this was what I deserved. Maybe this was what I needed…

“How do bad girls get their pussies spanked?” I breathed out my question, wiggling my bottom just a bit as his fingers found my clit, rubbing in small tight circles and driving me crazy.

He leaned down, his lips at my ear. “Bad girls get their pussies spanked bright red, Sloane, and they get fucked hard and deep.”

Fuck.

The words sent a shiver down my spine, and the thought of him fucking me had my pussy clenching.

I tried to close my legs again and he forced them back apart.

“No, little girl,” he grunted. “You wanted to play in the big leagues, and you’re going to have to accept the consequences.”

Then his hand was between my legs again, and he spanked my pussy hard. Much harder than before.

He smacked me again and again. Each hit landed with perfect precision. I cried out, the pain and the pleasure twisting until it was all heat and tension, coiling tighter until I felt like I might snap.

“Please,” I begged, and I didn’t even know what I was begging for.

Maybe to come.

Maybe for mercy.

Maybe both.

“Please, what?” he demanded, his voice gravelly.

“Please, Nikolai,” I whispered.

“You want to come, little girl?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Not yet.”