Page 87 of Paved in Venom

He leans closer, and I can hear the anger in his voice when he says, “Wrong fucking answer,” before giving me two more smacks with the belt.

I hiss and squirm as tears fall down my face. By the time he gets to eight, I’m openly sobbing. I hear the belt drop to the floor before he runs his hand over my stinging cheeks. The soft, featherlight touches are at such odds with the sting from his belt, and my body immediately leans into the gentle touch. My hips rock, craving the feel of him.

“I thought I was going to die tonight,” he admits. His voice is low, his accent thick, and I can hear the pain behind the words. “The one thing that gave me peace was knowing that at least you’d be safe.”

“But I couldn’t just sit back and watch you die,” I sob. “How could I do that?”

His hand slides around my hip before splaying out on my lower stomach. “And if you’re pregnant, sladkaya? Did you think about that? Because that’s all I was fucking thinking about.”

He’s right. It hadn’t even occurred to me that I might be pregnant, but if I am, and if I’d been shot, god, I can’t even finish the thought. Sorrow rolls through me, making me sob even harder.

“Everything I do is for a reason,” he whispers against my skin. “I need you to trust me enough to do what I tell you to do. If I tell you to stay, I need to know you’re going to fucking stay.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He kisses my cheek and then smacks my ass hard with his hand. “I know you are, baby,” he says, and then gives me the tenth spank, this one hard enough to make my knees buckle. The hand that’s still splayed across my stomach is the only thing keeping me from collapsing.

I hear a rustle of fabric and then the sound of his zipper being pulled down. His hands run over my sore ass before I hear what sounds exactly like a knife being flicked open. My body freezes at the sound.

“Don’t move,” he warns right before I feel the cool touch of the blade against my skin. He very slowly drags it along my lower back before sliding it beneath the thong I’m wearing and without any effort on his part, the sharp blade cuts through the lace. I shudder at how fucking sharp that knife is as he drags it along one of my stinging cheeks before setting it down on the piano next to me.

“Fuck,” I whisper when I see the deadly-looking serrated blade.

He frees me of the thong, leaving me in just the garter belt and thigh highs, and when his knee nudges my legs further apart, I widen my stance for him. A ragged moan slips out of me when he slides his thick cock between my legs, running it along my pussy.

“Sweetheart,” he says with a wicked laugh. “You’re fucking drenched.”

I don’t even bother trying to deny it. The proof is all over his dick.

“This is going to be such torture for you,” he groans, grabbing onto my dress and slowly pulling it off my body. His hands run over my back, unhooking my bra so I can toss it aside. My bare breasts press against the piano, and it feels so fucking good to lay here bent over with my ass on fire and Danil’s thick cock slowly sliding along my sensitive folds. I know he said I couldn’t come, but there’s no way in hell he can stop me. I’m already close, and when I start to rock my hips so I can grind against him, he lets out a soft laugh, but he doesn’t stop me.

I’m feeling pretty damn good about things as I work my body, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge, but Danil takes it all away when I’m seconds from my release and he pulls back, breaking contact and leaving me with nothing but a painful ache between my legs.

“No!” I yell, smacking my hand against the polished wood. “Danil, please!”

“I told you that you couldn’t come, baby.”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” I whine.

“Oh, I’m fucking serious.” He grabs my hip with one hand and cups my pussy with the other. “This is my cunt, sweetheart, and you don’t get to come without my permission, and you don’t fucking have it tonight. I’m going to kill every goddamn orgasm you try to have, and if you do accidentally come, sladkaya, I will spank your fucking ass raw. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, feeling my arousal drip down my inner thighs, fully aware of how difficult this is going to be, far more painful than the spanking had been.

“Yes, what?” He asks before dragging his tongue along my spine while the pad of one finger rims my swollen, achy clit.

“Yes, sir,” I say. My whole body shakes with the need to come, and he isn’t even inside me yet. It’ll be a fucking miracle if I can manage this.

“Good girl,” he praises. He moves his hand, replacing it with the thick head of his cock, and as he slowly slides into me, I clutch at the piano and beg for mercy.

“I can’t, Danil,” I whimper. “I’m going to fucking come. I know I will. I can’t help it.” In a fit of panic, I scream, “I don’t want to disobey you,” and I’m surprised by how true it is. I don’t want to go against what he’s said, but I know my body, and there’s no way in fuck I can stop it from coming.

He slides in the rest of the way, pulling a deep groan from me, the tension already building deep in my core, threatening to consume me with each passing second that he’s inside me.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” he murmurs against the nape of my neck. “I can feel your greedy little cunt pulsing and clenching around me so fucking tightly while you try so hard to be my good girl and obey.”

“I’m trying,” I whisper.

He gives the crook of my neck a soft bite and then starts to fuck me hard. I’m not prepared for it, and all I can do is clutch at the smooth wood of the piano and try like hell to not explode into a million pieces. It’s happening, though, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do to stop it. I try to breathe through it, try to close my goddamn legs, but he just fucks me harder and growls a warning against my skin. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m not going to be able to sit down for a week. Each hard thrust pushes me closer and closer to the point of no return, and right when I feel the orgasm start, feel the first inklings of warm bliss spread through me, he reaches his hand around and smacks my clit hard enough to make my vision darken.

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