Nikolai took Nadia upstairs to his room.
Now he did throw her down on the bed, ripping off the pale-yellow sundress she’d been wearing.
He was wilder than she’d ever seen him. He had been so unutterably happy when she’d agreed to marry him. And that had turned into pure, ferocious lust.
He’d carried her into the house, practically sprinting up the stairs with her in his arms.
Then he flung her down and tore off her dress as if it were made of paper. But as he pinned her down on the bed, he looked at her seriously.
“Nadia,” he said. “If you’re going to become my wife, I want you to understand something. I don’t want just part of you. I want all of you. Mind, body, and soul. I want you to give yourself to me completely.”
“Alright,” Nadia said.
“Moscow isn’t like Paris. It’s cold here. And dark. We have the wolf in our blood. I’m going to own you in the old way...do you understand?”
His voice was low, growling, feral.
She could feel the weight of his body on top of her, the strength coiled in every one of his taught, trembling muscles.
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “I understand.”
“Not yet, you don’t,” Nikolai said. “But you will, my little love.”
Part of her had known this was coming. And she’d been waiting for it. Even craving it. Ever since their first encounter in the bathhouse, Nadia had been remembering again and again about how it had felt being whipped by Nikolai. How the difference between his strength and hers had terrified her...and excited her. How his use of pain had allowed her to feel pleasure like she’d never experienced before.
She would never have dared ask him to do it again—it was too embarrassing. But she wanted it.
Now, Nikolai pulled Nadia onto his lap, so she was laying across his thighs, face down.
“In the old days,” he growled, “on a girl’s wedding night, her husband would put her over his knee and give her a whipping, to show her that she would be expected to obey him. I don’t expect you to obey me out there,” he nodded toward the door. “But in here...”
He took hold of the waistband of her panties and ripped them down around her knees. Now her bare bottom was exposed, upturned across his lap.
He rested his heavy palm on the right cheek of her ass. Then he raised it up and brought it swinging back down again.
SMACK!
Nadia gave a little jolt and a yelp of surprise. Even though she’d been anticipating it, longing for it even, the sharp sting of pain still shocked her.
SMACK!
He spanked her again, in the same spot.
Her bottom was starting to throb. He lifted his heavy hand again and brought it crashing down on her ass.
SMACK!
Her asscheek felt like it was on fire. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t help squirming on Nikolai’s lap in anticipation of the next blow.
SMACK!
He hit her once more on the right side. Then quickly, without warning,
SMACK!
He spanked her on the left side, even harder.
Nadia yelped again.
