Page 46 of Black Sheep

“You do it, not Viktor,” she says quietly.

“That’s not my kink, Malishka. But don’t worry, Lev and I will be there to make sure Vik doesn’t take things too far.” Grabbing her hand again, I march forward, smiling widely as she rushes to keep up with me.

The door to the office is shut, but I look into the retinal scanner and the lock clicks open. Turning the handle, I pull her into the room, causing both Lev and Vik to look up from their desks.

“What’s going on?” Lev asks, looking to Alabama first, then me.

“I found our little prisoner on the balcony flirting with the guard. I’ve offered her two options. Either we kill the guard, or she allows Vik to punish her,” I tell them, grinning evilly.

“Punish her?” Lev snaps. “How?”

“The way Vik’s family has always punished their wives.” I look at Vik and wink. “Vik, why don’t you bring a chair into the center of the room, I assured Malishkathat Lev and I would be here to make sure you don’t take things too far.”

“Dimi,” Lev starts to protest.

“Alabama.” I have to force myself to call her that and not Alena. “Tell Lev which you’d prefer. We can fetch the guard and I can kill him, or you can allow Vik to punish you.”

Closing her eyes, she grits her teeth, then looks to Lev. “I want him to punish me. I won’t have a man’s death on my conscience.”

“Are you sure?” Lev asks her, looking between the rest of us like he’s trying to be the voice of reason in a room full of crazy.

“Yes. Let’s just get this over with. I’m not consenting to sex, or any kind of sexual touching though. Just this… punishment,” she spits out.

“Strip,” Vik says, standing up and stepping out from behind his desk, his eyes alight with controlled excitement.

“Can’t you just?—”

“I’m agreeing not to touch you sexually, Ali, but you being naked is part of your punishment. Take off your clothes, fold them and put them on my desk.”

“Come on, Little Prisoner, we’ve all already seen you naked, there are cameras in every room of the house,” I taunt.

She gasps, her expression showing her shock, then anger. Then she steels herself and unties the string holding her top together. Quickly pulling it off, she pushes her shorts and the tiny thong I laid out for her this morning down, letting them drop to the floor before she steps out of them. I never expected her to cower, but watching her pull her shoulders back and look Vik in the eye as he carries a chair over to the center of the room, makes me fucking proud tocall her my wife.

“Perfect, Malishka,” I praise, keeping my eyes on hers, making sure she knows I’m not talking about how she looks with no clothes on.

Placing the chair down, Vik sits, spreading his knees wide. “Come here, Ali.”

Inhaling shakily, she closes the distance between them.

“Have you ever been spanked before?” Vik asks.

“No.”

“Then this is going to hurt. You’re going to lay over my lap and I’m going to punish you for flirting with another man.”

“You’re ours, Malishka,” I remind her.

“You belong here,” Lev offers, his eyes worried, but also hopeful.

“You can scream, yell, and cry as much as you want. But you won’t curse, or call any of us names while I’m spanking you, if you do, I’ll add more licks onto the end of your punishment. When I’m done, I’ll help you over to the corner of the room and you’ll stand with your nose pressed into the wall and your red ass on display.”

“Can we just get this over and done with?” she asks.

Reaching out, Vik yanks her forward, half lifting her as he places her face down over one of his thighs, using the other leg to pin her in place.

“Oh my god,” she yells, struggling to find her balance, her hands grasping for something to help stabilize her.

“You can hold onto my leg, or place your hands on the floor, but don’t reach back and try to cover your ass,” Vik says, his voice eerily calm. “Are you ready?”