Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I watched his mouth take in the breath I was craving to steal from him. My body shuddered when his hands fell down to his lap again. My gaze went to his belt, and then it snapped up again, to look at Lyov’s eyes.
He smirked coldly at my expression. “No. Not the belt. You aren’t ready for that yet. It will be my palm turning your ass red until you can’t sit down, Maria.”
My lungs burned, and I almost passed out right there. Lyov motioned for me to stand up, and I did so on trembling legs. It was a wonder I could still stand up.
His arm reached out, and then I was being pulled into him. It happened fast. I was standing one second and the next, I was over his lap. My stomach pressed against his thighs and my head was hanging down. My ass was perched over and up in the air, right where he wanted me.
“You will count each time my palm comes down on your ass, Maria. Sixteen. If you miss one count, we start over again, and I will add one more for each time you miss a count. Is that understood?” he growled.
“Yes, Master,” I breathed.
“If you want me to stop at any time, you just say the word stop and I will. But Maria, you will use that word only if you feel you can’t take it anymore. You will not use the word just to get out of punishment. Is that understood?”
Everything was in knots as I responded, “Yes, Master.”
His palm caressed my ass cheeks, and I closed my eyes, trying to breathe. I was nervous. I was a wreck with desire and anticipation. There was a touch of fear at the unexpected, but nothing to ruin my need for Lyov.
His wandering touch was gentle and exquisitely soft as he kneaded the softness of my ass. One of his hands came between us, and he cupped my breast. He gave me a small squeeze, and I clenched, more wetness dripping between my thighs. Lyov continued to caress me, and then he pulled my ass cheeks apart.
My cheeks heated in slight embarrassment, but when he hummed in appreciation, a sizzle of excitement went through me. I started to squirm when his fingers trailed between the crack and then down my wet lips.
His touch disappeared from my skin. My heart pounded in anxiety, and anticipation licked its way through my fevered body. I tried to look over my shoulder but stopped when his palm suddenly came down and made contact with my left cheek.
I flinched at the unexpected spank, and my back arched. It was a small sting, didn’t hurt too much, but it was the unexpected that made me gasp.
His palm stayed there, waiting. “One,” I gasped quickly.
He hummed again. Lyov slowly stroked my skin again before his touch disappeared. This time, I knew what was coming. The second spank, this time on my right cheek, wasn’t too bad. The pain intensity was the same as the first.
“Two,” I breathed.
“Such a pretty little ass, Maria. I would say it’s a shame I have to turn it red, but that would be a lie.”
He ran his fingers over my bare skin, his touch intimate and demanding. My awareness was filled with bombarding sensations. It was almost too much. He stroked me between my legs, touching my wetness, spreading it more over my pussy.
The sudden stinging pain took me by surprise, and my head reared up with another gasp. Oh my God. This spank was not gentle. Not like the first two. My left cheek was hot and burning.
I barely got my count out before he was handing out another spank on my left ass cheek, just as hard and fast.
Pain seared my skin. Master had one of his arms curled around my waist, holding me still as he continued to shower his punishment on my ass.
He didn’t go slow. He wasn’t soft. This…this was the punishment. And it hurt.
With each spank, I counted breathlessly. By the tenth, tears were running down my cheeks.
Master stopped, and I choked back a sob. My body was shaking, but I tried to be brave and strong for Lyov.
“You are quite extraordinary,” Master praised, his lips feathering over my ear. His whisper had me calmed, and I relaxed into his hold. “Good girl.”
His fingers were between my legs again, parting them and pushing against the lips begging for him. He pushed a finger inside of me, and I tried to hide my moan. Oh God. I could hear how wet I was. In and out, he moved deliciously inside of me. Slowly and at his leisure.
My ass was on fire and burning, but it was an exquisite ache as Master continued to touch the inside of my pussy. He pushed in another finger and started to massage my inner walls. My thighs clenched, and my eyes fluttered closed.