He doesn’t.
He continues in a steady, patient cadence making sure to leave no area untouched.
Pain shocks my system as he continues to spank my ass. Squeezing me against his torso, the swats come in a quick, vicious rhythm.
He’s oblivious to my screams, to my pleas for him to stop.
“There won’t be any more lies.” He finally speaks, slowing his pace.
My ass is on fire. Tears burn my eyes, but it’s nothing compared to the white-hot flames licking the inside of my soul. Desire…unadulterated need courses through my veins.
“Understood?” He squeezes my ass cheek, a silent promise the spanking will restart if I don’t answer correctly.
“Yes, sir.” I moan my response, pressing my cheek against his leg, needing more contact with him.
“Good girl.” The praise runs wild over my electric skin, soothing away the burns of his hand, and stoking the arousal deeper within.
Such a pathetic fight I put up. Was it even a real protest, or just me pretending I hadn’t already submitted?
His hand skates over my ass, dipping between my thighs until he finds the worst kept secret in the world. My arousal.
“You’re wet for me,” he sinks a finger into me.
I squeeze my eyes closed, as though I can hide from the truth. From him and myself. But there is nowhere I can go that he won’t see me.
He drops his leg from mine and parts my thighs by lifting his knee I’m draped over. Now there’s pressure on my clit as well as his finger pumping in and out of me. His erection, hard, long, and thick, presses against my hip.
I bite my lips, trapping the moans of want and urgency before they escape.
“Will you come for me, draped over my knee, your ass red and swollen from your punishment? Or should I keep you teetering on the edge of release?” He adds a second finger, curling them until I can’t hold back the sounds of arousal anymore.
“Ivan.” I twist to look over my shoulder.
My breath catches when I meet his piercing, dark eyes and realize I’m not afraid. Not of the severity of him. Not of the violence I know he’s capable of. None of it scares me. If anything, I want more. More of the intensity. More of him.
“Answer me.” His voice is low and raw.
I don’t remember the question.
“I want you.”
Wordlessly, Ivan lifts me from his lap and maneuvers me onto the bed. Kneeling over me, he presses his fists into themattress on either side of me. There’s a small tick in his cheek as the heat of his stare warms my skin.
“I’m giving you only one chance here, Vee. Tell me to leave, and I will. It will fucking kill me, but I will go.” There’s a tremor in his breath, like it’s hurting him to give me the chance to deny him.
“I want you to stay,” I touch his face, tracing the tension in his jaw with my fingers.
“If I do, you’re mine. In every way you belong to me. Do you understand?”
I trail my fingertips down to his shirt. His tie is gone; the first button has been undone. I work the next three open, exposing the black ink sprawled across his pecs. Sliding my hands into the opening, I splay my fingers across his muscles.
His jaw tightens more; his eyes go nearly black with arousal.
“Answer me, woman.” The caveman rattles the cage.
“Yes, sir.”
A sound, low and guttural, vibrates through his chest and it’s like the door to that cage has been thrown open. He captures my mouth in a deep, breath-stealing, heart-clenching kiss that leaves no doubt as to who possesses whom.
