Page 9 of Her Russian Master
A tiny sob came from her but he steeled himself and tightened the buckle end of the belt around his fist.She muttered something that he couldn’t understand with the panties in her mouth.
He swung the belt, striking the mattress beside her to test the sound.It wasn’t as loud as the crack of leather on bare skin, but it might work.He repeated the action five times, punishing the bed with the full strength of his arm.
Lucy watched him with big eyes, her expression one part fear, one part wonder.
But beating the bed didn’t fully solve his problem.He needed to leave her ass and legs red or the guys would know something was amiss.“Your turn,” he said grimly, taking aim.
The ropey muscles of her back tensed.
He held her bound wrists in one hand to pin her down as he smarted the lower half of her buttocks and the backs of her legs.He tempered his strength, keeping the strokes light and even, so her squeezing and quivering ass took on a general rosy shade, rather than welts.
But why should his belt be so lucky?He wanted to touch her delectable skin himself.Wanted to know just how it would sound when his palm smacked that supple skin.He dropped the belt and just used his hand.
Her rosy flesh was warm and soft, springy under the crack of his palm.
And it was as satisfying as he’d expected.
Too bad this wasn’t consensual.He’d love to take her over his lap and spank her until she screamed, then reward her with every form of pleasure he knew how to give.
Unable to resist, he crouched down and laid a kiss on each of her heated cheeks.
When he looked up, he saw tears glimmering in her eyes.
Fuck.
Seeing her cry fuckingruinedhim.She was supposed to be his sunlight.But it figured he’d dim her brightness.He’d always known he would, that’s why he’d never approached her.
“Come here.”He lifted her up to stand, pulling her trembling form against his chest.
She turned her face from him, unsuccessfully attempting to hold her body apart from his.He brushed the tears that had spilled from her face and pulled her panties from her mouth, tossing them on the floor.
He palmed her heated ass and massaged away the hurt.“I’m sorry, Lucya.”
She smelled like brightness, of summer fruit—no, candy.Her short skirt was still stuck up around her waist and he did nothing to remedy the problem, choosing instead to squeeze and rub her delectable backside.When he realized her bare pussy was in contact with his leg, his boner grew in his pants.
She stiffened, feeling it.“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
His gut twisted with regret at the wounded sound in her voice.“Only some parts.”Better to admit the truth—she already hated him.“But when I saw you were crying, it fucking gutted me.I prefer the women I whip to agree first.”
She jerked her nape backward in his hand, putting enough space between them for her to look up into his face.Her lip curled in disgust.“There are women who like that?”
Only because he took her rejection as a challenge did he allow the corners of his lips to lift slightly.He leaned close again.“Believe me,solnishko, if the circumstances had been different, I could’ve made you like it, too.”
Uncertainty crossed her face, but her eyes dilated, nipples steepled into stiff points.
So.Maybe shewaskinky.
“What issolnishko?”The husky notes of her voice strummed every chord in his body.
He lightened his touch on her ass, skimming his fingertips along the curves.“It meanssunshine.That it what you have always been to me.An unexplained light in a world of blackness.”
Chapter 3
Well, damn.
She’d thought he had a crush on her, but that was just…
Stunning.
