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“I…” I clear my throat. “Andrey, please, I’m sore and…” I flex my shoulder. “Tired. I’m so tired.”
“Scaling a building will do that to you,” Andrey states with no compassion. “If I have to help you get rid of the underwear…” His tone is threatening.
I swallow the lump of fear rising and quickly pull off the bra and then the panties. I immediately put an arm over my boobs and a hand over my pussy.
“Don’t you dare cover yourself!” Andrey barks and moves like lightning across the space that separates us.
My fight and flight instincts kick in. I jump up as Andrey lunges, and I’m about to do a summersault, but he catches me mid-air, sits at the edge of the bed, and folds me over his lap.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell.
My ass is still on fire from the last whipping. I wiggle and struggle, but Andrey pushes me down. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the sting on my burning ass, then thwack, thwack, thwack. He gives me three fast, hard slaps.
The tears come again while I wait for the next one, then nearly jump as his hand smooths over my burning butt cheeks, and to my horror, my pussy clenches, and clit does a little pulse. I can feel I’m getting wet again. What the hell?
His hands are both gently stroking my ass with his thumbs teasing my butt crack, and desire starts to curl in my belly once again. My breath catches when I feel Andrey move, and his lips trail over my still-inflamed butt. A whimper escapes my lips as he pulls my butt cheeks apart.
He runs his finger down the inside over my puckered hole and inserts it into my soaking wet pussy.
“Ahhhh,” rumbles from my throat, and I press my butt up to give him better access to my entry. He starts to finger fuck me slowly. My hips move with his fingers. “Uh… uh..” My breath catches in my throat when he inserts another finger. “Oh, God, that feels incredible.”
I stretch my hands, which were clamped by my face, toward the floor so I can push back on his fingers. My clit is rubbing against his thigh, and my ass is still stinging, but it’s all swirling into a delicious hot vortex of desire pushing me toward ecstasy once again.
Holy shit, this man has turned me into some sort of sex addict BDSM bitch. I feel a twinge of disgust for what we’re doing, and he shoves another finger inside me. Suddenly I don’t care what kind of bitch he’s turning me into. I’m panting for more.
I’ll hate myself later, but right now, I want whatever’s beyond this building sensation. It’s unlike any of the other three times I’ve had sex now, or was it four? Fuck, who cares. I want Andrey to move his fingers harder and as deep as he can push them inside me.
He starts hammering his digits into my sensitive pussy, but the burning sensations from being tender from sex mixed with my sore ass is only heightening this delicious feeling. Holy fuck, if this is his punishment… I’m going to be naughty every day.
Wait! What? My mind is a complete mess, and my body’s shutting it down as it takes control of my system. I’m rocking like I’m on a fucking seesaw pushing my pussy onto his fingers that are acting like three mini cocks pounding into me. My clit is rubbing against the roughness of his pants. I’m gaining a memento toward a mindblowing orgasm. “Oh, yes, Andrey. Oh yes, yes, yes.” I start to see sparks. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m about to go up in fireworks.
Andrey withdraws his finger and throws me off his lap. I land with a thump on the floor on my tender ass. “What the fuck?” I yelp, feeling like I’ve been punched in the stomach as my body is aching and throbbing everywhere. I’m so desperate for release, like an addict looking for a fix, my hands shoot to my pussy, but Andrey’s voice booms through the room.
“Stop!”
To my horror, I do. My breath catches in my throat, and a sob of frustration rips from it. “You’re so cruel,” I mumble between hiccups.
“And you’re reckless.” Andrey stands over me. He offers me his hand. “Stand up, princess.”
“Why?” I swipe at the tears running down my cheeks. “So you can beat me some more?”
I see his face and his eyes narrowing dangerously. “I would never beat you,“ he rasps.
I hit his hand away and stand, fighting down the desire still making my body ache.
“Really?” I sneer, and I don’t know why, but I can’t stop the tears or little sobs shuddering through me. “My backside says otherwise.”
“Isabella, you don’t seem to understand what you did tonight.” Andrey’s voice is low and controlled. “You didn’t only put yourself at risk but my men too.” His eyes hold mine. “You’ve spent your life in a fortress with protection following you everywhere you go. There’s a reason for that. Your father’s enemies are some of the most ruthless bastards around. They’d think nothing of torturing you and then leaving your broken, battered body on the side of the road after they’d finished with you.”
His words make my stomach lurch. “That’s rather specific.” I have no idea why. When opening my mouth, those are the words my brain decided to make my tongue form. “But then again, I guess that’s just a Tuesday for you.”
Way to go, Isabella lets keep poking at the ten-foot-fucking grizzly bear. But I’m still smarting from an ass-whooping and being teased to the point of no return, only to find that’s because you don’t return to normal—you get dumped into painful reality.
Andrey’s jaw clenches, and his eyes flicker, but he keeps his imposing stance. “Have a shower and then get into bed.”
“Fuck you!” I say, then try to move past him, but he grabs my wrists.
“I gave you an order, princess.” Andrey’s eyes narrow dangerously. “I suggest you follow it. There will be no more childish outbreaks or rebellious tantrums.”
