Page 43 of Punish Me, Daddy

“Now, I’m going to finish the punishment you earned. You’re going to bend over the counter, and you’re going to thank me for giving you the punishment you deserve. Then, and only then, will I allow you to come. Is that understood?”

My heart pounded in my chest.

I nodded.

He smiled, in an unhurried dangerous sort of way, and my stomach flipped.

“Good girl.”

His fingers were in my hair again, tugging gently.

“On your feet.”

I stood, and he didn’t let go of me. His hand was tangled in my hair, and the other held me upright as I wobbled a bit, my knees unsteady from kneeling for so long.

His eyes raked over me, and I felt them like he was actually reaching out and touching me. My nipples were stiff, my skin was flushed, and my entire body was throbbing with need.

“Bend over,” he ordered. “Show me that pretty little cunt.”

I hesitated, so he gripped my top in his hand and ripped it off over my head.

My pulse raced, and I was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that I was standing naked in my kitchen with Nikolai Morozov, who had just made me suck his cock, come down my throat, and was now demanding that I bend over so he could see my dripping wet pussy.

It was surreal.

It was crazy.

Yet, here I was.

I took a deep breath and did as I was told.

Slowly, I turned and bent at the waist, leaning against the cool marble of the island, and pushed my ass out.

The air was cool on my overheated flesh, and I could feel the heat of his blue eyes on me. I closed my eyes, imagining his gaze between my legs, and then his fingertips brushed my scalded ass.

Without warning, he used both hands to spread my bottom cheeks wide open. I squeaked in surprise and yet more embarrassment.

“Look at this pretty little asshole,” he murmured, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “All rosy and puckered and perfect. Have you ever been fucked here, Sloane?”

I gasped.

“No,” I said quickly. “Of course not.”

“Hmmm,” he musedand the way it sounded made me a little nervous.

He spread me open even wider, and then his thumb was rubbing slow, teasing circles around my sensitive rim.

“Nikolai…”

“I bet you’d like it,” he said. “You’re already wet for me. Can you imagine how it would feel, this tight little hole filled with my big, hard cock?”

His words made me shiver.

I’ve never done anything like that. Never even considered it. Yet there was something about the way he said it, the way his voice dropped and his accent got thicker, and the way his finger was pressing harder that was driving me crazy. I tried to ignore it. I tried not to think about the fact that his thick finger was teasing my bottom hole and some deep dark part of me actually liked it.

Fuck.

I was so turned on. I wanted to come.

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