Page 32 of Emerald

Another CRACK! He’s smacked the other asscheek even harder.

“I told you I don’t know his name!” I protest.

“But you know something,” Ivan says.

CRACK! He’s whipped me again, in the same spot as the first time. Goddamnit, it’s really starting to sting.

CRACK! Back to the left side again.

I can only imagine the welts this is leaving on my nice, smooth bottom.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The sound is almost worse than the pain. It makes me jump every time.

And this goddamned blindfold—I can’t anticipate where he’s standing, which side he’s going to hit. I seem to feel each blow ten times as acutely with my eyes closed.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

He’s not even breathing hard. I’m all too aware of Ivan’s strength and stamina. He could probably whip me like this all day long.

“I have his IP address!” I blurt out. “I know he lives in the Tsentralny District.”

Ivan stops whipping me with the crop.

“You see, my little fox. I always get what I want in the end. So you might as well give it to me to begin with.”

He’s reaching back into his bag. I think he’s going to punish me again, but it turns out to be quite the opposite.

I hear a buzzing sound. Then I feel a vibrating wand pressed against my clit, through the material of my panties.

Oh my god. If I was squirming around before, it’s nothing to how I’m twisting and writhing now. Even through the thin cotton, the sensation is almost unbearably intense. The vibrator sends waves of pleasure across my belly, down my legs, until they tremble beneath me, and I’m hanging from my wrists, the rope the only thing keeping me upright.

But then, just as I’m about to explode into orgasm, Ivan pulls the vibrator away.

I give a groan of frustration and outrage.

“Not so fast,” Ivan growls. He’s standing so close that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. I can feel his breath on my bare shoulder.

“Tell me why you came to St. Petersburg,” he says.

Goddamn it.

There’s no reason not to tell him the truth.

Except that I don’t want to.

This cuts to the heart of my most vulnerable and personal information. Something very painful to me. My greatest weakness exposed.

But he’ll know if I lie.

He’ll know if I keep my secret.