Page 14 of The Count

My pussy clenched down hard, wetter than I thought possible. I was so distracted by the sight of him that I finally looked to see what he was doing.

There was a knife in his hand and a wooden carving board on the counter. I furrowed my brow in confusion, before I glanced at his hands. He was carving something carefully in his palm. It was creamy yellow in color, and I had to look at it for a few seconds before what it was dawned on me.

He was carving ginger root.

He worked slowly and meticulously, shaving off layer after layer until he had a bulbous round stem and a thick base. It narrowed a bit in the center.

There was a familiarity to the shape that I couldn’t quite place, at least not at first.

“Naughty girls who wander in places they shouldn’t are dealt with in very shameful ways in my house,” he began.

I started, but his gaze captured mine in an instant. He’d caught me looking. There would be no denying it now.

“I had thought a hard spanking would be more than enough for a girl like you, but I can see that it wasn’t. You need something much, much more,” he continued.

My heart was pounding in my chest and nothing I did or thought would make it calm. I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to think of something to say that might inspire his mercy and knowing deep in my soul that there was nothing I could do to stop whatever was coming.

Somehow, that made me even wetter. My clit throbbed, seemingly developing its own heartbeat as I stood there naked from the waist down in front of Dmitri Alucard.

“Come here,” he demanded, and the deep command of his voice vibrated through the marrow of my bones. Before I knew what was happening, I was moving toward him, small steps so I didn’t trip over the pants and panties around my ankles.

He placed the ginger root back down on the carving board and I looked at it for one moment before I finally realized what the shape reminded me of.

It looked like a butt plug.

Hedidn’t…

Hewouldn’t…

He couldn’t mean to put itthere… Right?

He said nothing as he knelt before me, guiding my feet out of my shoes, and then slowly taking off my leggings and panties. When he stood back up, he made a point to look directly at my pussy and I blushed hard, unable to meet his eyes knowing that I was soaking wet and swollen with my arousal right now.

He grabbed my sweater, and I clutched my arms close to my chest in hopes of keeping some measure of my dignity.

“Arms over your head, Mina. Don’t make me take off my belt,” he warned, and my mouth opened wide in disbelief. I closed it quickly. Finally, I did as he asked, obediently raising my arms because I didn’t want to find out what his belt would feel like too.

My bottom was already sore from only his hand. I couldn’t imagine how much more his belt would hurt on top of that.

He pulled my sweater up slowly over my head. I closed my eyes, struggling with the knowledge that he was baring me himself. He tossed my sweater to the side with the rest of my clothes and slowly turned me around. His fingers slid down the line of my spine before he deftly unclipped the connector of my bra. It sprang forward and my breasts bounced a bit with the heaviness that came with desire. He pulled the straps down my arms, slowly baring me.

I whined softly in disbelief. He wasn’t even looking at me yet and I was already so overcome with shame and arousal and nerves that I didn’t know what to do.

He took hold of me and turned me back around. His gaze held mine for a long moment and I had difficulty staying still, but when he finally glanced down, I stood rooted in place because a part of me wanted him to see while another much smaller piece yearned for him to turn away.

He didn’t though. He drank in his fill of me.

My nipples peaked under his scrutiny, hardening into even tighter buds the longer he looked. There was no judgment in his gaze, only admiration and his own very obvious arousal at seeing me like this.

When he finally reached to touch me, he didn’t grab at my breasts or my pussy like I expected him to. Instead, he trailed his fingertips down the side of my waist and along my hip. In truth, it was innocent in nature, but it felt anything but.

“You’re absolutely ravishing like this, Mina,” he purred.

I blushed so hard that I thought my face might catch flame. I wanted a black hole to open up beneath my feet and swallow me whole, but then I knew I’d regret not finding out what he meant by shameful.

My curiosity had been peaked and I needed to know what came next.

“I… I…” I started, nervously glancing at the carved ginger on the island counter.

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