Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
There is no doubt who I belong to, and there is no doubt who he belongs to.
Our sexual declaration for all is loud, primal, and I fucking love every second of it.
Chapter Fourteen
Nick
“And now it’s time for your birthday spanking,” I announce, lowering her dress, and kicking aside her torn panties.
Her satiated face turns and looks up at me, her glassy eyes and soft smile just begging for cuddles, but she’ll get none of that. I gave her a public display, even though I was initially against the idea, but now, it’s my turn. She’s about to enter the private part of the party.
Far more dangerous.
Far more… me.
“But it’s not truly my birthday,” she says as she presses her heated body against me, her lips tracing a trail along my neck as I reposition my cock back into my pants, zipping it away.
“It’s everyone’s birthday tonight,” I say as I lift her up and throw her over my shoulder. “We have an appointment in my office.”
“Wait, what?” she squeals.
“Life is about pleasure and pain. You just had the pleasure. Now it’s time for the pain.”
I ignore her attempt to cover her ass as her dress rises while carrying her. Securing her tightly, I give each of her buttocks a slap that cracks like a gunshot in the room still filled with other moans of pleasure and cries of erotic pain. We are two of many, but I enjoy the challenge of having Lyriope be the loudest of them all.
I notice a Sidorov spy in the corner of the room getting his dick sucked, and I know that even if the gossip of the room didn’t spread like wildfire by the guests, I most certainly have gotten the news out now. I make eye contact with the man as I slap Lyriope’s ass again and again.
Tell them, motherfucker. Tell them. My plan is now complete.
Lyriope’s yelps don’t stop my hand from continuing to rise and fall as I make my way toward my office for the night. She continues to playfully pummel me with her fists, each blow bouncing off my back. Her feet kick and her thighs beat at my chest. Every punch and kick earn her another swat. At this rate, I’ll have no need to warm her up before I take the strap to her. Her ass will be red and ready for the birthday thrashing she has coming.
“Put me down!” she demands, playing hard to get.
I slap her ass three more times before saying, “No. You asked for this. Hell… you begged for this.”
I only stop spanking her tight ass when I push open the door of my private room, carrying her over the threshold. Kicking the door shut behind me, I finally lift her off my shoulder, only to set her on her feet, pinning her arms to her side. “Keep fighting, Lyriope, and I guarantee you’ll regret it.” I smirk. “Or not. Maybe you want it harder than planned.”
She huffs but doesn’t try to break away.
“Don’t move,” I instruct, releasing my hold.
Though there is a large window on the wall letting in the lights of the party below, the room is relatively dark. The glow of the lasers come and go, illuminating the interior of the room.
I cross my arms over my chest and rake my eyes up and down her body. “Why are you wearing that dress? It reveals… too much.”
She glances down and then meets my gaze. “Too much? Last I checked, I wasn’t a nun.” When I don’t bother responding, she shrugs. “Sasha picked it out for me. She told me it’s what the runway models are wearing these days.” She dangles the pearls in her fingers. “She got these for me too. I feel like I need an armored truck guard by me to make sure they stay safe.”
“You might as well be in nothing at all,” I say, knowing damn well she’d make my cock hard in whatever she chose to wear for Wonderland, and though my jealous streak is wide, I’m damn proud of my queen because I caught many eyes stealing glances her way.
“I can’t exactly attend Wonderland in nothing but pearls, now, can I? But it sounds like you’d prefer I wear a potato sack in Wonderland.”
I drag my eyes off the way the dress clings to her ass and the way the V-cut molds to her breasts. “Lift your dress and let me look at you.”
“Nick…”
“You heard me. I don’t want you to have anything on. I want you to lift your dress and stand bare before me, turn around, and bend over that table.”
She glances at my hands that are removing my leather belt and then back to me.
“You can’t be serious,” she says.
I don’t answer but keep my expression firm and unrelenting.
“Aren’t birthday spankings supposed to be a few light swats. All fun and games,” she says, her eyes darkening as she licks her lips. Her eyes lock on the belt as I pull it from the loops.