Page 42 of His to Break

“Come here.” Leo pats his knee.

Oh, we’re doing this, are we? Flicking my hair back over my shoulder, I march toward him.

“I was going to speak to you about an unexpected encounter I had today,” I tell him, “but it seems you’re in an unreasonable mood so perhaps I won’t bother.”

As I reach Leo, I turn, intending to sit on his knee, even though I know that’s not what he wants. He grabs my waist and stands me up again. He shakes his head.

“No, principessa, not like that.”

“You seriously want me over your knee?” I huff, though I’m not actually opposed to the idea.

“Yes, I do.”

Blowing out a breath, I bend at the waist and lay my torso across his lap. My feet stay flat on the floor, but my hands don’t quite reach all the way down on the other side.

“Up on your toes, legs spread.” Leo’s tone is typically bossy as he issues his commands.

I push up on my toes and can touch the floor on the other side of Leo with my fingertips. This is strange. Leo’s muscular thighs are firm beneath me. Though I could easily be knocked off balance, I feel safe pressed against my husband. As his hand smooths over my ass, I sigh contentedly.

“I’m not usually a fan of jeans on a woman, but I love how these mold to your curves.”

He reaches beneath me and unfastens my jeans. I lift my hips as he shoves them down my legs, along with my panties. With my legs spread, he can only lower my jeans to just above my knees. It feels like they’re shackling me.

Without warning, Leo delivers a sharp smack to the left side of my butt. Yikes! There is something intensely intimate about feeling his palm on my flesh. He spanks me again, on the right buttock and then the left again.

“Leo!” I protest, not because he hurt me but because we haven’t established what the aim of this spanking is.

“Who did you meet today?”

Well, I guess that answers it. This is an interrogation of sorts. He’s not getting any answers from me yet. My ass is barely warm. I may not be one of his trained soldiers, but it would dent my pride to give up so easily.

When I don’t speak, Leo brings his palm down on my ass again. This time, he delivers more of a sting. Pain ripples out from the point of impact, and I wiggle my hips a little. He doesn’t ask me anything this time. He sets up a steady rhythm, warming my flesh with his palm, creating a deep, delicious ache that spreads to make my pussy tingle. I always liked the idea of being disciplined by a stern, handsome man, but it’s more exhilarating than I ever imagined.

Leo strikes once more and then massages my butt. He slides his hand between my legs and chuckles as he coats his fingers with my arousal. “I think you’re enjoying that too much, principessa.”

“Oh, fuck, Leo.” I grab his ankle to anchor myself as he circles my clit with his forefinger.

As he continues to tease me, he reaches for his belt. A moment later, a snap splits the air as the leather cracks off my ass. I yelp as the sting zips across my skin like a flare going off.

“Who did you meet?” Leo asks before bringing the belt down once more.

“My brother!” The truth just slips out. “He came to me. I didn’t arrange it.”

“Good girl.” Leo glides his finger back and forth through my wet folds. “What did you talk about?”

“Nothing,” I say defiantly.

Leo pushes a finger inside me, unerringly finding my g-spot. He caresses it until I’m panting with need. Then the rotten bastard removes his hand. He stands up, depositing me on my feet. Without a word, he spins me around and pushes me over the armchair. I brace myself with my hands on its arms.

“What did you talk about?” he asks again.

I shake my head.

A split second later, I regret my silence. He flicks the leather belt up between my legs. Searing pain forces a loud shriek from my lips. Leo soothes it almost instantly, massaging my sensitive flesh with his skilled fingers. I rock my hips, relishing the delicious sensations.

“I’m close,” I pant as my body tenses.

Just as I’m about to hit the peak, Leo pulls his hand away. I whimper, as I’m left unfulfilled.

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