Page 76 of His to Ruin
“Five,” he says. “And I want you to count them.”
I hate when he makes me count. I know he does it so I have to focus. If I’m yelling out numbers, I can’t let my mind drift. I have to be present, aware of each sensation.
As he draws back his arm, I try not to tense. He brings the belt down on my left cheek.
“One,” I gasp, more from surprise than anything else. That didn’t hurt.
He spanks me with the belt again.
“Two.” He’s not hitting me very hard. This is foreplay rather than punishment.
The belt cracks across my ass again. “Three,” I say, my voice clear.
“Good girl,” Piotr murmurs.
The next blow lands with more force. “Four,” I hiss.
I wiggle my ass, loving how the prickly heat spreads through my flesh. The bite of pain is just enough to ignite the dark desire at my core.
“Last one,” Piotr says.
He brings the belt down hard. Pushing up onto my toes, I squeal. “Five.”
Piotr throws the belt across the room, unfastens his pants, and rams his cock into me. Being stretched like this is something I’ll never get used to. I’ll never take the feeling of completion for granted. Wasting no time, Piotr fucks me at a relentless pace.
I watch myself in the mirror. My lips are parted. My eyes are glazed with lust. Only my husband can coax this wanton creature out to play.
“Your cunt is perfect.” Piotr digs his fingers into my hips and I moan in pain. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
He thrusts harder and my hips hit the edge of the dressing table.
“Who?”
“You, Piotr.”
“Fucking right you do.”
He pulls out suddenly, spins me around and lifts me onto the table. I cry out as he shoves his cock back into my welcoming depths. As I wrap my legs around his waist, he kisses me with ruthless possession, mirroring the way he thoroughly claims my pussy.
His hand wraps around my breast, and he kneads the tender flesh. Then he takes my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and twists. My hips buck wildly.
“Piotr!” I scream his name as I come.
His cock swells as he follows me to completion. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as my body quivers. When I stop trembling, I pull back.
“That was some punishment,” I tease.
Piotr’s answering grin sends a wave of dread through me. “Oh, that wasn’t the punishment,malyskha.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar silver object.
“I can’t wear that tonight.” The very idea of having a plug in my ass when I sit down to eat with my mother and my brothers makes me blush. “Everyone will know.”
Piotr shakes his head. “No, they won’t. Now, be a good girl and get in position.”
There’s no point in arguing. Piotr won’t give way once he’s made his mind up about something. I turn and lean over the dressing table, propping myself up on my elbows. Piotr runs the cool metal plug along my drenched pussy, getting it nice and wet.
