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O livia

I f I said I hated being spanked, it would be a lie.

Do I like pain? Not really, but I enjoy the exhilarating rush the sharp sting gives me each time Piotr’s palm connects with my ass.

What I am into is the vulnerability of being laid out for my husband to punish.

Lying on the bed while Piotr reddens my ass is strangely intimate.

I enjoy being bound and helpless more than I could ever have imagined.

Ceding control to a man like Piotr is remarkably freeing.

Of course, I wouldn’t want to submit to him outside of the bedroom, but from what I’ve seen he isn’t going to ask that of me.

I get a huge kick out of knowing I’m affecting Piotr. His breathing is a touch heavier than normal and there’s no mistaking the bulge in his pants for anything other than a massive erection.

“I want you to keep looking at me, understand? I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” I agree.

Piotr snaps the ends of his belt together and the sound makes me jump, despite my resolve to maintain my composure.

While his hand might as well be made of steel considering the impact it made on my ass, I didn’t fear being spanked with it.

The belt is an entirely different prospect.

It’s a thick strap of leather and it’s going to sting like hell.

Could it break the skin if Piotr’s not careful?

I hope not. I guess I’ll have to trust he knows what he’s doing.

“Okay, Olivia, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to give you one lash of the belt so you know what you’re in for if you dare lie to me.”

I brace myself, afraid of how much this is going to hurt.

Even the word lash sounds more vicious than spank .

I twist the bedcover between my fingers and wait for the belt to land.

It does with a crack that seems to ricochet off the walls.

My stoicism evaporates and I scream as fire dances across my flesh.

“Breathe, Olivia,” Piotr says as I scramble to get control of myself. He waits for a few seconds until he’s satisfied I’m okay. “First question. Who is Dario Maroni to you?”

“I told you already. He was in high school with me.”

“Yes, you told me that, but I’m asking about your relationship. Was he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

The lie is instantly punished as the belt smacks off my ass. The initial sting makes me yelp, but it’s the painful tingling sensation it leaves that has me wriggling on the bed trying to find relief.

“Oh, Olivia, don’t fall at the first hurdle,” Piotr says with mock pity. “Let’s try that again. Was he your boyfriend?”

It isn’t worth continuing to lie. “We dated a little.”

“I see. Has he ever touched you?”

“No.” My response comes automatically.

I scream as the harsh leather falls across both butt cheeks. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands.

“We both know that’s a lie,” Piotr says.

I realize it was stupid to lie when Piotr saw Dario touching me at my house a couple of days ago.

“Well, yes, he touched me, but I thought you meant, like, down there.”

“Down there?” Piotr laughs derisively. “We are going to have to do something about your vocabulary. Now, tell me, did he ever touch your pussy?”

Why does Piotr using that word make me all warm inside? I decide to be honest. “Maybe once.”

“I see, and what else?”

“There’s nothing else.”

I hear the lie in my voice, but I don’t want to go into detail about the things Dario and I did. Piotr can thrash my ass all he likes, but there are some secrets I intend to keep. That resolve shatters when the belt slaps down on my throbbing backside again. I let out an animalistic wail.

“I’m telling you, Piotr, there’s nothing else.”

“Olivia,” he warns. “I can do this all night.”

He can, but I can’t.

“Alright,” I yell before he can spank me with that damned belt again. “He put his fingers inside me, but I didn’t like it.”

“He hurt you?” Piotr’s tone is murderous.

“Not really. He just wasn’t…” I don’t know how to explain the revulsion I felt when Dario pawed at me. “It wasn’t like when you did it.”

“Are you saying you enjoyed my touch?”

“Yes.”

Piotr runs his hand over my aching butt. I rock my hips and moan as desire floods me. His touch does unbelievable things to me.

“Are you trying to distract me from questioning you, Olivia?”

“No.” It hadn’t occurred to me to try, and his tone tells me it’s just as well because he’ll see right through any attempted manipulation.

“Okay, so tell me, Olivia, what was delivered to you at the wedding?”

“Nothing important.”

“If it’s not important, you can tell me.”

This isn’t a conversation I want to get into. “It was nothing, I don’t even remember it.”

Another flash of heat sears my skin as Piotr spanks me with the belt once more. Tears stream down my cheeks.

“It was just a message.”

“Saying what?” Piotr demands.

I breathe in sharply. “Does the Pakhan know what a slut his new wife is?”

Burying my face in the mattress, I cry in earnest. I don’t want Piotr to know about what happened between me and Dario. I hate that some faceless asshole has called me a slut. That term cuts right through me because it’s the last thing I am.

The bed dips as Piotr sits next to me. He gently rolls me over so I’m lying on my back. I hiss as my undoubtedly swollen ass hits the mattress.

“Why would anyone say such a thing about you, malyskha ?” he asks gently. “Why would anyone think that?”

“I don’t know.” I bring my bound hands down to cover myself as he brushes the hair from my face, making me feel cared for in a way I didn’t think he’d be capable of.

Amazingly, he doesn’t press me for more information. He seems to understand I’ve reached my limit and can’t take any more. He unties my wrists, then pulls me onto his lap. I sob against his chest for a minute, wetting his shirt as I purge the emotions I’ve built up during a stressful week.

“I like you this way,” he says.

I look up at him in shock. “You like me crying?”

He shakes his head. “No. I like you soft, seeking my comfort.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what to make of that. An awkward silence grows between us. “Are we going to fuck now?”

“Not if you don’t want to.”

I look up at him, stunned he would make that concession to me.

I know how marriages work in our world. It’s important to formalize the union.

Faced with Piotr’s enemies and business associates alike, our bond has to be unassailable.

Besides, despite my reservations about Piotr, I am deeply attracted to him and I’m ready to do this.

“I want to.”

Piotr gets up and deposits me carefully on the bed.

He strips off his clothes, removing his shirt first. He’s muscular without being heavy.

A couple of tattoos are inked on his glowing skin.

The one on his shoulder is of an eight-pointed star, which I believe signifies his high rank within the organization.

The tattoo over his heart is in Cyrillic script. I have no idea how to read it.

“ Moya zhizn’ za bratstvo ,” Piotr says with an air of pride when he catches me staring. “It’s my pledge to the brotherhood.”

He removes his shoes and socks before unzipping his pants and lowering them along with his boxer shorts.

My mouth drops open as his cock springs free.

It shouldn’t surprise me that this man is well-endowed, but I wasn’t prepared for this first sight of him.

Logically, I know he’ll fit inside my body, but I can’t help but wonder how.

“Lie back,” Piotr instructs.

I scramble into position, not knowing what to do with my hands as Piotr climbs onto the bed. My ass is sore, but that’s soon forgotten as he parts my thighs and stares down at me as if this is the first time he’s seen this intimate view. Strictly speaking I suppose it is from this angle.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fill it with my cock.”

Heat rises to my cheeks. I both love and hate the way he speaks so plainly about sex. Dario tried to talk dirty to me, but like everything else about him, it left me cold. I still don’t know how I fell for his golden boy football star persona.

Piotr grabs my foot and kisses the side of it.

My lips form an O. Who knew that could be so erotic?

He drags his lips slowly up my leg to my inner thigh, making me squirm as anticipation builds.

Parting my legs farther, he swipes his tongue along the length of my pussy.

The most intense humming sensation travels through my lower body. I can barely stand it.

As Piotr laps at my sensitized flesh, I wriggle.

When he pushes his tongue inside me, I lift my hips from the bed.

Piotr splays a hand across my abdomen to hold me down as he continues his intimate exploration.

Holy shit! I have never felt anything like this.

He swirls his tongue around the edge of the hole and my eyes roll back as the pleasure grows.

I’m close to orgasm when Piotr pulls back. I whine in frustration.

“When you come, you’ll come with my cock deep inside you.”

He positions himself over me. Propped up on his palms, he studies my face.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes.” My tone is indignant. I’m insulted by the question. I already intimated to him that night at my house I’m a virgin.

“Then I’ll take it slow.”

I shake my head. Slow and steady is not what I want. It won’t satisfy my needs. “No, just do it.”

“You’re sure? It will hurt.”

I know it will, but drawing the moment out will only make things worse. I want to get past the pain and onto the pleasurable part. Piotr can make this good for me. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. A man like him prides himself on his ability to make a woman come.

“I’m sure.”

Piotr wastes no more time. He shoves his cock into me, hard. I squeal in pain and shock at the sudden invasion. He holds still as my eyes fill with tears.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” At least I will be. Though I can’t read concern on his face, the fact he’s checking I’m alright helps me relax.

My body softens a little as I get used to having his massive cock inside me.

I’ve read descriptions of this moment, of feeling stretched, experiencing fullness, but I never expected being joined with a man to be so overwhelming for my emotions.

I want to laugh and cry at the same time.

When Piotr moves, it’s with shallow thrusts at first, but he soon picks up the pace.

I wrap my legs around his waist and try to match his rhythm as he fucks me ruthlessly, too wrapped up in chasing his own release to worry about whether he’s hurting me.

I assume my gasps and moans tell him I’m enjoying this.

I dig my nails into his broad shoulders to spur him on. This wild, abandoned version of Piotr is what I craved without realizing it. I’ve never seen the stoic Russian so close to losing control. Knowing his lack of composure is for me is exhilarating.

“So perfect,” he murmurs. “My bride takes my cock so well.”

He toys with my nipple, flicking a finger back and forth over the taut peak. Goosebumps spread across my skin as my clit beats a rapid tempo. My body clenches around Piotr’s length. My back arches off the bed and I scream as an orgasm grips me and refuses to let go.

A tsunami of pleasure threatens to sweep me away, but suddenly Piotr is lying next to me, dragging me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and listen to the reassuring beat of his heart as the tremors shaking my body slowly subside.

“That was incredible, malyskha .” He kisses my forehead. “Just as I knew it would be.”

I turn my head to look at him. While I feel like a sweaty mess, he doesn’t show any signs of having exerted himself. The man clearly has greater stamina than me.

“Did you come?” I ask, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Yes, malyskha. I came harder than I thought possible.”

I wring my hands together as anxiety grips me. “So, I guess we’re compatible, then.”

Piotr strokes my arm. “When it comes to fucking, at least.”

That’s not the reassurance I was seeking, but I guess it’s something I can build on. This marriage may not have been what I planned for my life, but I’m going to make it work.

I shiver as a cold waft of air breezes over me. Piotr draws the sheet across the bed to cover us. It strikes me as a sweet gesture. Perhaps he has a caring side. Snuggling under his arm, I revel in the closeness. I shut my eyes and will myself to sleep.