Page 16 of Brutal Unionn
“Is that an order not to speak?”
The slit in the dress had already given me a glimpse of her long legs, but now they’re fully on display, smooth and toned and begging to be touched.
“It’s an order not to speak back,” I murmur, my voice thick with approval. “Now come here.”
She steps closer, her hips swaying with every step, and I can see the way her nipples harden under the dim lights of the city. She stops just in front of me, her hands resting on my knees as she looks down at me with those dark, hungry eyes.
“Undress me,” I command, my voice low and firm.
Her hands move to my tie first, fingers trembling as they work the silk loose. Each brush of her fingertips against my throat makes my jaw clench with restraint. She moves to the buttons of my shirt next, taking her time, her touch lingering as she pushes the fabric aside. "Like this, sir?" she purrs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her nails scrape lightly over my chest, and my muscles tense under her touch. The way she's looking at me—part defiant, part eager—makes my pulse thunder in my ears. "You follow instructions surprisingly well, Hime."
She pulls the tie completely free, and I take it from her, our fingers brushing in the exchange, my eyes never leaving hers. "Turn around, and “give me your hands,” I order, my voice dropping to a growl.
She obeys without hesitation, turning her back to me and placing her hands behind her back.
I wrap the tie around her wrists, pulling it tight enough to make her gasp. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I have to fight the urge to take her right then and there.
“If you think following instructions will stop your punishment. You’re wrong ,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were a very naughty girl, Nadia.”
She shivers at the sound of my voice, her body trembling with anticipation. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Not good enough,” I growl, my hand coming down hard on her ass. The sound of the slap echoes through the room, and she cries out, her body arching into the pain.
“Again,” I command, and she obeys, her voice louder this time. “I’m sorry!”
I spank her again, harder this time, and she moans, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her skin is already starting to redden under my hand, and I can feel the way her body responds to the punishment, her hips rocking back against me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my hand rubbing over the spot I just spanked. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I spank her again and again, each one harder than the last, until she’s panting and moaning, her body trembling with need. Her skin is hot under my hand, and I can feel the way she’s dripping wet, her arousal soaking through the thin fabric of her panties.
“You’re such a brat,” I say, my voice low and rasp from the growing want in my body. “You think you can talk back to me? Disrespect my allies in my territory?”
She whimpers, her body shaking as I continue to spank her. "I'm sorry, Sho," she gasps, her voice trembling.
"Please, I'll be good."
"You'll be good?" I ask, my hand pausing mid-air. "Prove it." She moans almost playfully, taunting me. "You need more don't you, Hime?"
"Maybe I do," she breathes, her voice thick with defiance and desire. "What are you going to do about it?"
I laugh darkly, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Oh, you're about to find out exactly what happens to brats who can't keep their mouths shut."
My next strike lands harder, and she arches against the silk binding her wrists. The smooth fabric shifts and slides with her movement - too slippery to hold properly.
"Trying to get free?" I ask, my voice low and dangerous.
"We'll fix that."
I reach behind her, loosening the silk tie from her wrists. The fabric falls away, and for a moment her hands are free.
I grab her by the hair, pulling her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her eyes are wide, filled with a mix of fear and desire that only fuels my need to dominate her. I pat the space on the floor next to me on the couch. “On your knees,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument.
She hesitates for a moment, but then she’s on the floor, kneeling before me like the submissive little brat she is.I unbuckle my belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops making her shiver. I wrap it around her wrists, pulling it tightly behind her back. She gasps as I secure the belt, her body tensing under my control.
“Now,” I say, crouching down so I’m eye level with her. “Open your mouth.”
