Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
When he felt that I was coming close to a release, he pulled his fingers out and then…
The sting of pain against my ass took me by surprise again. I whimpered out the count as Lyov continued to deliver the spanking at his same punishing pace as before. Through the pain, I found a sweet, aching pleasure. And through the pleasure came the regret at disappointing him.
“I am sorry,” I whispered as he handed me the last hard spank.
Finally, he was done.
And I was exhausted. My emotions were all over my place. My body was tight and in need, desperate for something.
I was being lifted and then settled on Lyov’s lap. I flinched when my sore buttocks made contact with his thighs. Master held me close, and he brought my head to his shoulders. I buried my face into neck and finally…I took the deepest breath and everything was right again.
I smiled against his skin. I looked up and our eyes met. His gaze was hard but proud, and I reveled in that pride. “You were so good, Maria.”
“Thank you, Master.”
His fingers trailed up my neck, and then he cupped my jaw. Our lips met, and our kiss was unhurried.
When we pulled apart, Lyov gave me a look. I could see a dangerous gleam in there, and I instantly knew he knew the truth. “Maria. Did you purposely break my rule because you wanted me to punish you?”
I looked down, embarrassed, guilt clawing at me. “Maria, look at me.”
My eyes snapped up. “Answer me,” he said with a growl, displeased that I was avoiding his question.
I gave him a small nod in response. “I wanted…I needed…I mean…”
Not being able to say it out loud, I could only stare at Master in desperation, hoping he could hear my unsaid words.
I craved his control on me. I craved Master’s dominance and the need to submit, to surrender, to let him play my body and mind as he pleased. To let him take care of me like I knew he would.
Over the last few months, Lyov spoiled me. I was a good girl, and Lyov was the sweetest and the gentlest. But I was missing his other side. The side I had seen at the auction, our first night together…the first time he touched me…the very first time I pleased him with my mouth and made him come.
I needed that side of Lyov. I needed him to be my Master. And I knew the only way to bring it out was to play with fire.
I knew that Lyov understood me before he even handed out my punishment. He just wanted me to say the words, to admit what I wanted and why I did it.
The menacing look was back on Lyov’s face again. He looked beautiful like this. Before I could think, he had me by the throat again, and I almost smiled.
There you are, my Lyov.
His lips curled back in a dangerous snarl, and his jaw clenched. “You. Played. A. Dangerous. Game. Maria.”
“I’m sorry,” I breathed again.
“No. You aren’t.” To Lyov, I was transparent.
“But don’t worry, little one. You will be very sorry by the time I’m done with you and tonight ends,” he rumbled dangerously, the sound vibrating through his chest.
I gasped, and then an intense heat went through my body. Without waiting for my response or giving me a chance to really think, Lyov was pushing me down on my knees, until I was kneeling between his spread legs.
In front of me, Lyov tugged at his belt and then unzipped his pants agitatedly—almost impatiently. My angry love was back again. A mixture of fear and anticipation slithered its way deep within me.
He pulled out his cock, and his hard length was fisted in his hand. Lyov gripped the back of my neck and pulled me forward. My lips parted instantaneously as he guided his cock past my lips.
I was exhausted and limp, but fire was burning through me. Lyov didn’t waste any time. He didn’t even wait for me to adjust to his girth or length. Instead, he started to thrust repeatedly, hitting the back of my throat each time.
I fought against the urge to gag. My lips were stretched tight over his cock. I couldn’t do anything. I was without control as he used me.
My gaze was seeking his, and when we met, his eyes glittered furiously. Lyov angled my head up and to the side slightly. He pulled me more into him, and his ass left the couch until he was almost straddling my face, forcing himself down my throat.
I squirmed and fought against the invasion, suddenly finding myself out of breath. For the longest moment, he stayed still, rooted deep inside me, and I had to learn to swallow against him. When I struggled, he pressed harder, and then pulled out before pushing back in without giving me time to breathe.