Page 86 of Paved in Venom

“He wasn’t serious about helping me with it,” I tell her, and when I walk past our bedroom, her body tenses and she stops walking. I laugh and pick her up, carrying her to the room that’s soundproof.

“Why aren’t we going to bed?”

“Because we need a room that you can scream in, sladkaya.”

“Danil,” she starts, but I cut her off by cupping her face and leaning down so my face is the only thing she sees.

“You disobeyed me, sweetheart, and you put your life in danger as well as my brother’s.” I kiss the tip of her cute nose. “And now you’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.”

Her blue eyes are filled with so many things—curiosity, fear, excitement, embarrassment, and underneath all that is a dark lust simmering right below the surface. I set her down and trace the line of her jaw with my thumb.

“Take off my belt, sladkaya.”

Her eyes widen as she sucks in a quick breath.

“Are you seriously going to spank me with your belt?”

“That’s not all I’m going to do. Now stop talking and take off my fucking belt or I’m going to have to gag you with my tie as well.”

She hesitates for just a second, but when she sees how serious I am, she reaches out with shaky hands and starts to unbuckle my belt. I’m already so fucking hard I’m straining against my pants. Her eyes run over the hard length of me as she pulls my belt free. I watch her and unbutton my suit jacket before tossing it onto the piano bench. Her eyes follow my fingers as I undo my cuffs and roll up my sleeves.

I take the belt from her, wrapping the leather around my hand before making a fist and letting the rest of it hang down, taunting her with the sight of it. I know she’s imagining how it’s going to feel smacking the perfect skin of her ass.

“Turn around and bend over the piano.”

She turns around, bracing her hands on the grand piano, but it’s not enough. I press against her back, guiding her further down until her upper body is resting on the black, polished wood and her ass is bent over right where I want it. Keeping the belt wrapped around my hand, I step closer and run my hands up her thighs, slowly pulling her dress up, revealing her round ass one delicious inch at a time. I run my fingers along the lace of her garter belt.

“When I saw you in this before we left, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck you hard enough to tear holes in all this beautiful lace.”

“Do it,” she moans. “That can be my punishment.”

I laugh and squeeze her ass, digging my fingers in and groaning at the indentations I’m making in her soft flesh.

“I’m definitely going to be fucking you hard, baby, but that’s not your punishment.” I lean down and run my tongue along one of her ass cheeks. She moans and arches up for me, and when I give her a soft bite, she whimpers while I smile. She’s going to hate what’s coming, but she needs this. The next time she thinks about disobeying me and putting herself in danger, I want her to remember what I’m about to do to her.

I bring my face to hers, kissing a line along her cheek before grazing her ear with my teeth. “You’re not allowed to come tonight, sweetheart. I’m going to spank your ass, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for days, but I’m not letting you come.”

Her sad whimper makes me laugh as I stand back up and grip the belt tighter.

“Ready, baby?”

Chapter 14

Simona

“What? No, hell no, I’m not ready,” I say, trying to see him over my shoulder, but he’s put one of his hands on my back, holding me in place. My breasts are crushed against the piano, my feet hurt in these goddamn heels, and I’m squirming because I know he’s going to be smacking my ass any second now. It’s not all from fear, though. A part of me is dying for this, excited for it, and I’m not sure what to make of that. There’s something so freeing about giving myself completely to him, and the truth is I love it when he dominates me. I fucking love that I’m bent over and he’s so hard he can barely stand it.

He drags the leather belt along my ass, teasing me with it, letting me know that he’s in charge. When the first smack comes, I scream from surprise and from the shock of how fucking painful it is.

“That’s one, sweetheart. You’re getting ten.”

“Danil, no,” I plead, but he’s already giving me spanking number two.

“The next time I tell you to stay put, are you going to?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, just gives me number three, and I swear it’s harder than the other two, which just pisses me off.

“No,” I yell at him, smacking my clenched fist against my beautiful piano. “I’m going to run out every damn time if it means it might keep you safe.”

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