Page 8 of Her Russian Master
With her hands still taped behind her back, her face smashed into the bedspread, she turned her head to try to see him over her shoulder, but all she saw was the pale blue of his button-down, the dark grey slacks.
“I lost them in the bathroom.”She only answered because the bellow in Yuri’s voice made him sound crazy jealous, as if she’d let Tommy take them off and suck her pussy or something.
She didn’t want the insane Russian more angry than he already was.
Thank fuck.He knew she’d had on panties earlier because he’d fuckingfeltthem when he’d had his hand down her skirt.For one terrible second there, he thought Tommy had done something to her in the bathroom—raped her or tried to.But she’d been on the toilet.Without the use of her hands, they must have dropped or something.
Tommy still stood there, bleeding from his nose and glowering, so Yuri got down to business immediately and let the belt swing.He whipped a line across the lower half of Lucy’s buttocks.
She screamed and attempted to fly up from her position.
He pinned her with a hand between her shoulder blades.“Get me her panties to stuff in her mouth,” he barked at Tommy.
Tommy’s look of disgust was what he’d hoped for.The guyharrumphedbut did as he was told, bringing the panties to Yuri, dangling from one finger like they disgusted him.“You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
He took the panties and wrestled them into Lucy’s mouth.“Da.That’s why you keep me around.”
Tommy made another scoffing noise and left the room.
He let out the breath he’d been holding since the moment Lucy made her escape attempt.He justmighthave this situation contained.
He stared down at Lucy’s bare ass, crossed with one red stripe from his belt.She had a cute butt—muscular like a dancer’s.And while he wanted to give it all his attention, he’d rather it be with his hands.Or tongue.Or the slap of his loins as he gripped her hips and pounded her from behind.
His cock surged against his zipper.Down, boy.This wasn’t play, and he definitely wouldn’t be getting off.
Which was a damn shame, because the sight of this much of Lucy’s skin sent lust rocketing.
But Tommy or Freddo might return any minute, and he needed to make sure they believed he was handling Lucy adequately.
He held Lucy down by the nape and gave her two light swats with the belt.
She squealed behind the panties, squeezing her cheeks together.
“I told you to be good,” he clipped.
She yelled at him through her gag, wriggling against his hold.
“I can’t protect you when you go rogue.”He delivered another light swat, then leaned over to speak in her ear.“I have to whip you, Lucya.I’m sorry.”The tightness in his chest made his accent thicker.
She wouldn’t forgive him for this.And the fact that it mattered to him, told him he’d been harboring some foolish hope about her.
Like someday he’d be able todateher?
Yeah, becausemafiyaenforcers turned undercover FBI agents are able to date like normal people.
She blinked at him, eyebrows slashing down in anger.
He traced one of them with his thumb.“It has to be me who punishes.Because if any of them mar your beautiful face, I’ll fucking kill them.”
She went still, eyes on his face.
“Trust me.My belt is preferable to broken bones.”
A shiver ran through her.
He dropped a kiss on her nape before he straightened.Not wanting Tommy or Freddo to come back and investigate the silence, he swung the belt and whipped her again, four times, eliciting muffled screams from her.Her beautiful lean legs danced beneath her, alternately straightening until she stood on her tiptoes and kicking up.
“I’ll try to go easy on you.”He kept his voice low so they wouldn’t hear it from the other room.It fucking killed him to hurt her—his Lucya—even though this was normally his preferred form of foreplay.
