Nikolai
She was still trembling.
Bent over the marble, cheek pressed against the cool countertop, breath coming in soft, ragged gasps. Every little broken sound and breathless moan, each one more intoxicating than the last, made my dick throb.
I hadn’t meant for it to go this far, but the moment she stopped fighting—not out of weakness, but because something in her gave way—I knew she needed this.
Not just the spanking. Not just the punishment. She needed to be stripped of the armor she wore like a second skin—all sass and deflection and glittering control—and taught what it felt like to surrender.
And, God, did she.
She gave me her defiance at first. Every lie, every sharp little jab, every twist of her mouth meant to provoke me.
And then?
She gave me everything else.
Her breath. Her body. Her sounds.
Those fucking sounds…
I didn’t want to ever stop hearing them.
The little whimper when my fingers traced the heated skin I’d marked. The way her voice caught when I warned her what bad girls get. And when she tipped over the edge—unrestrained, vulnerable, and perfect—it undid something in me. Now, with her body still quivering beneath my hands, I didn’t feel smug. I felt something deeper. Darker. Possessive.
Maybe even enchanted.
Her skin was flushed, lashes still wet, mouth parted like she’d forgotten how to speak. I knew—without question—she had never given herself to anyone like this before. Not really.
She wouldn’t admit it, probably not ever. She would fight again tomorrow, or maybe even in ten minutes.
Right now, though, she was mine and I wasn’t letting her go.
I traced my fingers gently over her spine, soothing her, grounding her. Maybe it was me who needed grounding, though, because she just unraveled for me in a way that felt final. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to see her again and not want this. Her, laid out. Open. Humming with the memory of my hands. Of my discipline. Of a release I forced from her beautiful body.
I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder, tender and soft.
“Now that you’ve caught your breath, naughty girl, it’s time I finished the punishment I came here to give you.”
She gasped, but she didn’t fight.
I took my fingers and twirled them in the folds of her pussy, thoroughly coating them in her arousal. She was slick and hot, and she quivered as the pads of my fingers glanced against her clit.
I pulled away and her hips pushed back toward me, seeking me out, wanting me to continue.
“Soaked and needy,” I chided. “A little discipline and this bare little pussy is dripping wet for me.”
“It’s not,” she argued, her voice thick with the reluctant arousal that she was desperately trying to hide.
I grabbed her hip and pulled her back, my fingers still slippery, and she let out a soft moan when I glided the tips inside of her. I pulled them back out and gripped the back of her head by her hair with my other hand before I pulled her up from the counter. She gasped in pained arousal, and I turned her head to face me before I forced my wet fingers in between her lips.
“Taste yourself, Sloane. Taste what a dirty girl you are.”
She closed her eyes and let out a soft, needy sound. Her cheeks were bright pink, and the way she looked when she sucked on my fingers, tasting her own arousal, had my cock throbbing in my slacks.
“Good girl,” I murmured, and her eyes flew open, locking on mine. “Look at me, Sloane.”
She didn’t hesitate.
My chest tightened, but I pushed the feeling down and focused on the task at hand.
“You’re going to do what I tell you,” I demanded of her. “Because if you don’t, your next punishment will be much, much worse. You understand?”
She swallowed and nodded, and damn, that look on her face had me wanting to fuck her senseless.
“Tell me, Sloane,” I growled. “I want to hear you say the words.”
“I-I understand,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Good girl.”
She flushed even darker, and it was fucking adorable.
“Now, you’re going to get down on your knees and suck my cock like a good little slut, unless you want me to use my belt on your sore little pussy next.”
She didn’t argue. In fact, her gaze dipped to my belt, and I watch the shiver roll through her body.
Interesting.
Without a word, she slid down onto her knees and reached up, unbuttoning my slacks. She didn’t waste any time, sliding the zipper down and reaching in, pulling out my cock. Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as she took in the sight.
My cock was already rock-hard. The moment I spanked her ass and saw the way she squirmed, the way her body reacted to my punishment, my cock was throbbing and aching. I hadn’t been this turned on ever in my life.
She leaned forward, her small hand wrapped around my thick girth, and ran her tongue over the tip of my cock, tasting the bead of pre-cum.
I groaned.
“Look at me, little girl,” I ordered. “Let me see those big, pretty eyes on me while you suck me off.”
Her lashes lifted and she looked up at me, her hand sliding up and down the length of my shaft.
She opened her mouth and slipped the head of my cock past her lips, and holy fuck, she was incredible.
“That’s right,” I whispered, running my fingers through her silky hair, holding it away from her face. “Show me how much you want my cum.”
She moaned around me, and I bit back a curse, wrapping my hand around the hair at the back of her scalp. Her mouth was warm and wet and eager. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and it took everything in me not to bury myself balls-deep in her throat.
“Fuck, Sloane, such a good little slut.”
She whimpered and closed her eyes.
“No,” I ordered, tugging her hair, pulling her off my cock. “Eyes on me, naughty girl. Let me see the pretty eyes I’m going to make cry before I’m done with you.”
She shivered, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, but she didn’t look away.
She was perfect.
She was mine.
And I was never, ever letting her go.
