Page 19 of Devious Truth (Vicious Sinners #3)

T he words scratch over my soul.

He pulls back just enough to bring our eyes in line. “A very bad girl.”

My heart sinks, it’s become a lead anchor diving to the pit of my stomach. An ache I’ve never felt before overwhelms me.

“No.” I shove at his chest, willing him to take back the words. “I’m not.”

“You are.” He releases my chin, only to move his hand around my head and fist my hair. “You’re not my good girl right now, Vivienne.”

“Stop it.” How can words sting as much as his palm across my ass?

“No. Bad girls don’t get pretty words and orgasms.” He twists me around, shoving me over the table.

Moments ago, we were having breakfast. A delicious breakfast, and now I’m bent over like a petulant little girl about to get her ass spanked.

“Ivan. Let me up!” I slap the table with an open palm.

The jangle of his belt buckle answers me. Every nerve ending in my body awakens at the sound. A shiver crawls up my back as the leather of his belt slides through the loops of his pants.

His body covers mine as he leans over me. Between my ass cheeks, his erection presses. I want to fight against the whoosh of arousal that consumes me, but it’s too strong. It’s already taken root; it’s melted me into him as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Push your pants down, offer your ass for your punishment,” he says softly.

“Don’t make me, Ivan. Please.” I clench my eyes shut, trying to hide from my own humiliation.

“If you want to be my good girl again, you need to earn it. You need to show me how a good girl behaves.” He repositions himself, moving to my side, and lets go of my hair.

I’m in position of my own will now. He can’t be blamed for this. I want desperately to put the guilt on him.

“Now do what I say. Pull your pants down.”

My fingers tremble as I reach back for the elastic of my leggings. Slowly, I drag the material over my ass, exposing more than just my body but my very soul. Already, arousal wets my pussy.

“No panties again?” He palms my right ass cheek.

“I haven’t done laundry yet.”

He chuckles. It’s a dark sound and comes from deep in his chest.

“Bad girl.” He says again, squeezing my cheek until I rise up onto my toes. “You’ll do your laundry today.”

“Okay.” I’m not exactly in a position to argue.

“What?” A harsh slap lands across my ass, jolting me forward.

“Yes, sir!”

“Are you ready for your punishment?” A rush of emotion courses through me at the sound of him snapping the belt behind me.

“Yes, sir.” It comes out so weak, so soft, I’m not even sure I actually said the words.

“Tell me. Ask me to make you my good girl again.” He presses his body against my hip, anchoring me to him.

I clench my eyes again. I can’t. That’s too much.

Fire burns on my cheeks, and spreads down my body. Every part of me blushes from the humiliation of what he wants me to do.

What I know I want to do.

“Vivienne.”

He presses his hand to the small of my back, a small gesture that I’m not alone here. He’s here, and he’ll walk me through this. We’ll come out better on the other side.

“Please make me your good girl again.” The words slide easily past my lips, lubricated by arousal and need.

A need for him to look at me with pride. A need for him to brush my hair from my face and call me his good girl. A need for him to ease the weight crushing my chest from the inside.

“Keep your hands on the table, ass up high.” The instructions are barely out before the first lash of the belt lands, sending a searing pain through my body.

Soundlessly, the leather swishes through the air before lashing across my ass. Balling my hands into fists, I shove one against my mouth to stifle my cries.

Again and again, he lashes my ass with his belt. Heavy, stiff leather crashes against my already tender skin.

A sob breaks through, and I shove my hand harder against my mouth. Pain spreads down my thighs, across my ass, and spreads further up my spine until it rests deep in my chest.

My foot lifts from the floor after a harsher lash.

“Feet on the floor.” He pauses, giving me a second to obey. “That’s a good girl.”

Hope blooms within me at his words. Maybe he’ll stop now.

But it’s all taken away as the next swat lands across the bottom of my cheeks.

“Ivan! I’m sorry.” I wipe the tears that have fallen onto my cheeks. “I was a bad girl. I’m sorry.”

My breath comes in shallow bursts. It’s several moments before I realize the spanking ended.

“You took your punishment so well for me.” He runs his fingertips over my ass, blazing a new heated trail in their wake. “My obedient girl.”

His fingers dip between my thighs, until he finds my arousal. There’s no hiding it from him.

“Such a wet girl.” He sinks two fingers into my pussy.

A moan filled with urgent need escapes me. I arch my back, giving him more access. Wanting more than just his fingers.

Merely a beat later, he leaves me empty and brings his fingers to his mouth. From over my shoulder, I watch him lick my arousal that coats his fingers with slow strokes of his tongue. He’s enjoying himself. And teasing me is beyond fair.

“Arch your ass up more.” He moves to stand behind me and for a moment I think he’s going to fuck me.

Not willing to risk going back to bad girl status, I shift my footing so I’m able to push my ass higher up for him.

“Good.”

Inwardly, I growl. I want the full phrase, but he just dangles it in front of me. Making me earn every syllable of his praise.

Squatting behind me, his face is in line with my pussy.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me,” he orders.

I hesitate, but only a moment before I comply.

“Good.” He rests his hands on top of mine.

The warmth of his touch spreads throughout soul. My ass still burns from his belt, and holding it this way only makes it worse, but then his tongue touches my clit, and I’m soaring again.

“Oh!” I lock up from the sudden sense of pleasure.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He swirls his tongue over my clit, then drags it through my folds, dipping into my pussy before doing it all over again.

He sucks my clit between his teeth, scraping them across the sensitive nerves and sending lighting strikes through my body. The vibration of his groan makes its way through me as he sucks my clit.

“Ivan…oh, god…Ivan.” I have to dig my fingernails into my cheeks to keep from letting go.

Desperate to keep him exactly where he is, I can’t chance disobeying him. Not now.

“Please. Don’t stop. Don’t…oh God, don’t stop.” I arch my back more, pushing my pussy against his mouth.

His tongue flickers over my clit again and again. The perfect cadence marching me right to the very edge of the world.

“Don’t come,” he orders while his fingers spread my pussy lips apart and he runs his teeth over my clit again.

“Please!” I’ll beg in the prettiest sounds if he’ll only give me the nudge I need to hurl myself over the cliff.

“Show me you can obey me.” He flattens his tongue against my clit and begins moving in a circular pattern while he thrusts two fingers into my passage.

My body clenches, trying to fight off the pleasure he’s punishing me with.

“I can’t hold it back,” I whine, trying to curl my hips and get away from his tongue.

But he’s not going to let me off that easy.

“You can. And you will.” He flicks the tip of his tongue over me again, bending his fingers inside me.

Tears leak from my eyes, dropping onto the table. Frustration and arousal mix to a point that it’s all the same thing. My heart beats so hard, it thumps against the tabletop.

“You’re doing so good.” He sucks my clit into his mouth again, thrusting his fingers in harder and faster, while twisting them and stretching them.

Stretching me.

“Please! Oh god! Please, Ivan!” A soft sob breaks free.

I can’t fail. I just can’t.

The first pulse of an impending orgasm builds. I’m terrified by it, try to draw it back, but it’s too strong. His tongue and his fingers are too good. I can smell the musk of his cologne, and it only entices me closer to the forbidden edge.

Just when I’m sure I’m about to come, he pulls away. His fingers are gone, leaving me empty, and my clit is abandoned. I suck in breath.

The metallic click of his zipper lowering draws my attention, and I twist to look over my shoulder just in time to see him draw his cock out of his pants. His hand wraps around the thick shaft, and he brings the head of his dick to press against me.

“You don’t come until I say. Understood?” Danger flashes in his eyes. An unspoken threat of what I can expect if I disobey.

“Yes, sir.” I manage to get out just as he thrusts his cock into me.

The stretch is immediate. The bite of pain, even as small as it is, amplifies my need for him.

Still holding my cheeks, open for him, I push back at him, meeting his thrusts.

His hand appears in front of my face. “Open your mouth.”

Unsure of what he’s going to od, but not willing to risk any more rebuke, I part my lips. He shoves his thumb inside, rubbing it along my tongue before pulling it back out.

A moment later he presses his thumb against my back hole. Instinctively, I clench.

“No, none of that. Let me in.” He pushes harder against the tight muscle.

My face erupts in a new blush as I realize he’s using my own saliva to lubricate this invasion.

“It’s…oh god,” I roll my head down, pressing my forehead into the table as he continues to fuck me, slowing his thrusts to match his thumb working its way into my asshole.

Once his thumb has been fully inserted, he holds his hand still. Increasing his thrusts, he fucks me even harder. The table beneath us jerks forward with the force.

“Where’s my thumb, Vee?” He asks in a dark, seductive voice.

“Please don’t make me…”

A sharp crack of his hand against my ass answers my plea.

“Still being a bad girl?”

“No!” I shake my head, desperate not to lose the ground I’ve gained. “Your thumb is in my ass.”

“And why is it there?”

He wants coherent thoughts now? He should have tried for that before he assaulted each of my senses.

“Because…” I groan with pleasure as he plows forward, and the edge of the table hits my clit.

“Why?” He demands, sliding his free hand beneath me, easily finding my clit. The man must have an owner’s manual for my body.

“Because I’m yours.” It comes out as a whimper. I’m at the edge of sanity and if he doesn’t let me have relief soon, I’m going to lose what small fibers of it I’m grasping.

He leans over my body enough so that his breath brushes against my cheek. His touch is everywhere: my sex, my ass, my heart.

In a low growl he says, “Good girl. Come for me.”

My brain explodes.

Intense, breath stealing, waves of pleasure rip through me. My orgasm tears me in two.

I scream out his name.

He thrusts forward again and again while his fingers softly stroke my clit. The intensity wanes, my muscles soften, but the fog has gotten thicker.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, sliding his thumb from my ass.

He grips my hips, yanking me back at him while he plows forward. Again and again, he thrusts into me until he finally stills, pouring his hot seed inside of me.

As the fog lifts, I drop my hands to the table. Ivan slips from my body and pulls my leggings back up over my punished, sore ass.

His grip is soft as he helps me up from the table, spinning me to face him. The storm inside him has calmed. It’s still simmering inside me, though.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against his chest. He drops a kiss to my head, hugging me tighter.

“What do you need? A snack, a nap?”

I hug him around his waist, pressing my cheek to his bare chest. His heart thumps steadily beneath my ear.

“This. I just need this for a second.”

He tucks me under his chin. “As long as you need, baby.”

A notification rings from my phone, and my insides twist. I make no move to untangle myself from Ivan. He’s my safe harbor. For at least a few more minutes I can shield myself from the reality that there is no happy ending here.

After I do what has to be done, Ivan will finally realize a future with me is impossible.