Page 54 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus (The Exchange)

"I'm going to bare your bottom now," Vik says. Yanking my dress up, he bunches it around my hips. "Although this won't be in the way, I think we'll both enjoy it more like this." Huge hands cup my hips, pulling my thong down to mid-thigh. "That's it, sweet girl, don't fight me."

It's not until he says the words that I realize I stopped. His huge rough finger traces the seam of my sex and I wiggle my legs wider. His cock is hard underneath my belly and suddenly my system is aching for him.

"Hands up here," he says, guiding them back to the arm rest. "I won't hold them down unless you try to block me or rub."

"T-Thank you." It comes out shaky.

"That's a good girl," Vik growls. The sharp aching sting that lands on my ass is unexpected even if I knew it was coming.

His hand bounces off my ass without warning.

I wiggle against him, but I keep my hands where he said.

With how hard his palm is landing on my backside, I know it would hurt even worse if he accidentally got my fingers.

The pain intensifies with each powerful slap. He doesn't stay in the same place, his hand peppers each cheek and my discomfort ratchets up.

"Shit, Vik," I groan. It takes everything in me to keep my hands up and try not to rub away the ache or block the next swat.

"None of that," Vik barks. He pauses, then asks, "What are you being spanked for?"

"Because you're an asshole?"

"Wrong answer," Vik says, his voice full of amusement.

His hand isn't playful as it lands in full force on my ass.

The sharp flicks of pain turn to a deep, radiating ache that settles itself right in my gut.

I yank my hands up and my arms twist. My fingers land on my backside, trying to cover the sting.

Shit. I was supposed to keep them on the arm-rest. It wasn't even a conscious choice. He's not playing around and it really hurts.

My body goes rigid. I'm not sure why, but I go stiff as a board. If that's what he can do to my ass I can only imagine how badly it would hurt if he got me somewhere else. And I just broke a rule.

Vik pauses.

"Shh," he coos. "It's okay. I'm going to hold your hands here." His thumb runs over my palm as he pins my wrist to my lower back. He brings the other up and holds them in one of his giant hands. "What color are you, princess?"

I didn't forget about that option, but it never got bad enough that I needed it to stop. I hum as I evaluate what I'm feeling. It sucks, but it's not even close to unmanageable.

Call red and all this stops.

Or so he says.

There's a weird feeling in my gut when I think about disappointing him. Lying feels like cheating my way out of a situation I got myself in to.

I'd kind of like to see if some of this guilt really does dissipate after I've been punished.

"Greenish-yellow?" I say, but it sounds like a question to my own ears.

Vik yanks my panties down the rest of the way and off my legs. A thick finger runs down my slick pussy.

"Goddamn," he growls. "You're absolutely dripping, dirty girl."

I bite my lip to keep from saying something snotty to cover my discomfort. My face burns as I burrow into the couch cushion.

"Everyone has their own scale for pain. One to ten, how would you rate the smacks I just gave you?"

My chest heaves as I focus on the ache in my rear end. The pain is still there, but it doesn't eclipse the aching in my sex.

"Three or four," I whisper as my eyes squeeze shut. "Maybe somewhere around there? Sorry, I don't really know. A few were a five or a six, but overall I'd say a four."

"You're such a good girl. Fucking hell, Anastasia, I really like it when you're honest with me," Vik says, running his hand over my burning cheeks. "I'd say we're halfway done, but you're already extremely red. Don't be afraid to tell me if it gets too much."

Well, damn.

I thought we were done and I was hardcore. If this is a beginner's spanking I don't think I want to level up.

His hand is huge, but he works my backside with evil precision.

It's not until he lands a few right on the top of my thighs that I really scream in earnest. The fighting starts again and doesn't stop.

The hand holding mine in place rubs tenderly against my skin, and a soft feeling of safety slips in.

My entire body fills with a warmth that starts in my chest and radiates out through my system.

Each smack of his hand sends a pulse to my aching core.

My nipples are hard and sensitive as they brush the fabric of my dress.

It's the bizarre feeling of peace that's difficult to process. I can't decide if I love or hate it.

"What are you being punished for?" Vik's voice shocks me out of my thoughts.

"Because I threw a drink on that woman," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I really am. Please, can we stop?"

"Not just yet," Vik murmurs. "You're doing very well. I'm proud of you, princess."

My impulses preen at that, but it still really freaking hurts. My ass is literally on fire. I don't think I'll sit again normally for days. He continues to pepper my ass with swats that somewhere along the way turn much less intense.

My wailing doesn't stop as my body shakes over Vik's lap.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. My face burns from the crying and maybe a twinge of embarrassment, but most of that faded along the way.

"I really am. I know I'm not a good person, but if I don't look out for me…

" I sob, shaking my head. I feel like I've said that before, but it's the only justification I have.

"All right," Vik says, pulling me up until I'm facing him. "You're not alone anymore. I get that you don't have a whole lot of faith in anyone with a dick…"

I bury my face in his neck as I hold myself up on my knees to avoid angering my aching bottom. He palms my head as his other arm wraps around my lower back. He holds me close and his scent floods my nostrils.

I feel simultaneously safer than I've ever felt and extremely freaking vulnerable.

"But we'll get there," Vik finally finishes.

My hands land on his shoulders as I press my mouth to his.

Vik growls into the kiss as our tongues clash.

The proprietary way he grips my hips sends a shiver through my entire body.

He's an excellent kisser. It makes me even wetter.

I briefly wonder if I left a wet spot on his jeans. Who knew spanking could be so erotic?

"Fucking hell," Wolfe says from somewhere behind me. My dress is still trapped around my hips. I can feel a cool breeze on my very wet cunt now that I think about it.

My head tilts to find Wolfe sitting in the club chair. He's leaning forward and watching with undisguised hunger.

"You've been watching?" My voice comes out as a squeak. "What the hell?"

"Eyes on me, princess." Vik's hand caresses my ass.

"Stop, that hurts," I hiss, smacking his hand away.

"Want to go back down for another round?" Vik asks. His bushy eyebrows rise.

I shake my head.

"No, thank you," I say, trying to calm my racing heart. "Why was he watching?"

"He joined us," Vik grunts. "I wasn't about to take my focus off you to tell him to get lost. Does it bother you?"

I bite my lip. My whole body gives a shrug.

I don't know. Wolfe is hot. He's got that all American boy next door type of vibe.

I'm pretty sure I could chew him up and spit him out.

Except all three of them have made comments that Wolfe is a sadist. Maybe he's just good at covering who he really is?

That scares me a little. Men like that can be monsters.

"Notice he didn't touch you?" Vik tilts my chin up.

"And he won't unless you're comfortable with it.

I'm very bad at sharing anyway." Now it's Vik's turn to shrug.

He leans in close and whispers in my ear, "Although, I won't lie, watching you choke on Wolfe's cock while I fuck your tight ass…

" His hard length jumps under me. "That thought really does it for me, princess. "

My jaw falls open. I bury my face in Vik's neck. The thought isn't appalling. Not at all, but I don't think I'm there yet.

"Want to let him watch while I make you come on my fingers?" Vik asks, brushing his fluffy beard against my cheek.

"Okay," I agree in a shaky voice.

Wolfe stares down at me expectantly. "Make no mistake about it. If Vik didn't kill anyone who touched you, I absolutely would."

I stare up at him and his face says it all. I truly believe Wolfe is more dangerous than I ever realized. And, fuck me, that thought sends a thrill straight to my lady bits because I'm exactly that screwed up.