Page 50 of Lethal Devotion
“There won’t be a next time, Sienna. I told you?—”
“You did.” She bites her lip. “I hoped it was good enough?—”
“It’s not about how good it was,dikaya koshka,” I tell her sharply, some of the command returning to my voice. “It’s about you following instructions. About you obeying me. You’re here for my protection, not to pleasure me. And you’ve already broken the rules twice.” I reach for her elbow, pulling her up to her feet, and she comes easily. I think I see disappointment in her face. “I haven’t forgotten that you need to be punished for that,dorogoy.”
Her teeth sink deeper into her lower lip. “What are you going to do?” she whispers, and I see a flicker of fear in her face—fear that shouldn’t fucking turn me on, and that sends a jolt through my stiffening cock all the same.
I reach down, forcing my hard cock back into my pants, zipping myself up and fastening the button. My length is straining to be free again, but this isn’t about my pleasure any longer. I’ve had that. What I need now is to remind Sienna of the rules, of what I’ve told her, and of the consequences if she disobeys. And then, if she takes her punishment well, I’ll let her come before I leave her for the night.Leaving her wet and wanting won’t make her behave any better,I reason, but I know that as much as that might be the truth, it’s equally true that I’m going to make my wife come because I want to hear the sound of her orgasming for me again.
“Come here.” I walk back toward the bed, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress. Sienna’s brow wrinkles as she walks toward me,a small, confused frown on her pretty lips. As soon as she’s standing in front of me, I reach for her waist, pulling her down in one swift movement across my lap.
She lets out a sharp cry of surprise, one hand grabbing the edge of the bed to balance herself. I put one hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, the other reaching for the waistband of her silky sleep shorts. I tug them down over the gentle swell of her ass, baring her slender, rounded cheeks as Sienna lets out another gasp. I press one palm against her bare ass, her only covering being the thin strip of lace running between her cheeks and over her pussy, and push her hair to one side so that I can grip the back of her neck with my other hand.
“You’re going to get a spanking,neposlushnaya devchonka,” I murmur, feeling my cock twitch and strain beneath her with my own excitement. “Fifteen strokes with my hand, this time. And next time,dikaya koshka, if you disobey, it will be twenty with my belt. Do you understand?”
There’s a quaver in her voice when she answers. “Yes.” Her voice shakes, but a part of me thinks that it’s not only with fear. That there’s excitement there, too.
But that’s what I want to think. What my aching cock wants me to think. The truth couldn’t possibly be that simple, that my wife, coerced into marrying me, is turned on by the thought of me spanking her for breaking the rules.
I rub my hand across her ass, and I feel a shudder run through her. I can smell her scent, sandalwood and vanilla, rising from her warm skin—and something else, too. Her arousal, I think, sweet and warm. If I slipped my hand between her thighs, I think I’d find her dripping wet.
My cock throbs. I just came, and already I’m aching to come again. Dying for another release with this woman, to fill another of her holes with my cum.
“Count out loud,” I warn her. “Each stroke.” And then I bring my hand down, firmly, on one side of her ass.
Crack!Sienna gasps, a small cry leaving her lips, but she obediently, breathlessly, manages to say: “One!”
“Good girl.” I bring my hand down again. And again. Sienna’s voice, quivering, manages to keep count, and she doesn’t fight. Not until I reach ten, and she starts to struggle, squirming in my lap.
“It hurts,” she begs, her voice teary. “Damian?—”
“It’s supposed to.” I bring my hand down again. “Will you come into my room again when you’re not supposed to, Sienna?”Crack!
“Eleven—no! No, I won’t!”
“Will you tease me into letting you touch me? Beg me for my cock when I’ve told you no?”
“Twelve! No, Damian, I?—”
“I don’t believe you.” I bring my hand down again.
“Thirteen! I—I won’t beg for your cock. I promise. I’ll?—”
Crack!
“Fourteen! I’ll stay out of your room, unless you?—”
Crack! “Unless I what, Sienna?”
“Unless you invite me… fifteen!” Her voice is breaking, thick now, and she gasps, still squirming in my lap. My cock is stiff as iron, painfully hard, and I want to pick her up, free it, and set her down on my aching shaft. I want to fill her up with my cum, fuck her all night until she can’t walk tomorrow. My hand is burning, sore from spanking her, and her red, glowing ass just makes me want to bend her over the bed.
I’m fucking losing it over this woman, and I don’t know what to do.
I said I’d let her come, if she took her punishment.
“I won’t invite you, Sienna,” I tell her firmly—and I know I’m telling myself as much as I am her. “This is it. After tonight, you’ll show me you’ve learned your lesson, and that you’ll be a good girl. There will be no more of these antics.”
“I… promise,” she gasps, and I see her thighs press together. She’s wet. I know she is. And I want her so badly it hurts.
