Page 46 of Darkest Sin

I can’t stop the scream that leaves me from the spank.

But then it’s all over.

Mikhail runs his hands over my backside, gently rubbing the pain away. The aftercare he was talking about before. This is his way of forgiving me.

“I’m sorry,” I sob. “I’m sorry.”

“I know, baby.” His gentle tone makes me cry harder. “Let it all out. Your fear. Your worry. And let me handle it. I’ll see what’s happening to your family. Today. I’ll get you answers but they may not be answers you’ll like.”

“I just need to know.”

“I understand.” His hands move down to my inner thighs and he spreads my legs wider. “Your ass looks lovely all red like this. If we keep this up, you wont be able to sit for a week.”

“You don’t have to spank me.”

“But you feel better, don’t you?”

“I do,” I say. I can’t believe that I do. He’s so good at taking the pain from me. As the oldest sister, I had to hold in so much growing up when it came to my younger sisters. I had to be the rock for them whenever our parents couldn’t be.

But now, it’s freeing to let go. It’s freeing to have someone else handle all my stress and fears.

He slides his fingers upward, towards my vulva. I gasp when his fingers find my nub.

“It’s swollen, baby,” he murmurs. “Did the spanking turn you on?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t realize…”

“It’s ok. I can see that you’re a little wet. Why don’t we get you more wet? Make you feel even better?” He begins to run his fingers back and forth over my bud. My hips begin to undulate of their own accord. It feels heavenly after what he just put me through.

“You look so good like this,” he says. “Ass red from my hand. Inner thighs trembling from pleasure. Your pussy wet for me.” He rubs me harder, making me gasp and shake.

The power he has over my body is insane. I never knew this was possible.

My hands grip his desk to steady myself for a completely different reason now. Mikhail presses his fingers harder against my nub. The friction feels amazing. It’s just what I need after the pain he put me through.

“Mikhail,” I gasp out as my hips buck against his hand.

“That’s it, baby. Say my name as I pleasure you with my fingers. Soon it will be my mouth but I want to make that moment special. I want to make all of your firsts special.”

His finger slides down to my opening and slowly, he inserts it. I tell my body to relax this time. I need to get used to the feeling of him being inside of me if we’re ever going to have sex. And we will have sex one day. That much is obvious. The pleasure Mikhail wrings from my body is hard to ignore.

He slides his finger deeper and deeper inside of me. I cant hold back the moan that leaves my lips.

“You sound so fucking sexy when I touch you like this,” he says, moving his finger inside of me. With the combination of that and his other fingers on my nub, I can barely think. From pain to pleasure. It’s all too much.

“You’re completely at my mercy,” he continues, rubbing me harder, his finger moving in deeper.

My throat chokes on my next moan.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

My hips buck against his hand as whimpers escape me. My hands clutch at the desk with all my might. The sensations he wracks from my body are so intense, I can barely think straight. It’s almost scary how intense it all is.

But I need to trust Mikhail. He’s my husband now. He knows exactly how to make me feel good and forgiven. I need to trust that he’ll take care of me.

His entire palm presses against my whole vulva. The friction of it is just what I need.

I roll my hips around, not even caring that I look wild. I’m no longer acting like a lady. In ballet, movement is all about structure and technique. It’s rigid. It’s precise.