Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
My little kitten was still trying to act brave.
"You were a very bad girl," I said, dragging the leather lower, just along the small of her back. "You were told to stay where you were. Instead, you disobeyed my command, running from me like that last night. And you took something that wasn't yours."
Alina's shoulders tensed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Her words were sweet, innocent, and so very fake. She wasn't sorry, yet. But she was about to be.
"And what are you sorry for?"
"Taking the gun and running?"
"Oh?" I taunted. "Not sorry for hiding in a closet?"
I pressed the belt flat against her lower back, the slight tremble in her frame sending small vibrations through the leather. From the way she clenched her fists against the wooden table, she seemed to be bracing for the inevitable.
"That too," she gasped. "I'm sorry I ever took that job."
"That's not good enough. You and I have a little problem, Alina," I said, caressing the soft leather over the tight swell of her ass.
"No, we don't." Her voice quivered, even though the sound was barely more than a whisper. "I promise I'll be good. I won't tell anyone."
I leaned down, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear. "You saw something you shouldn't have seen."
Her breath hitched. She held it for a moment before letting it go in a shaky exhale. I ran my hand over the impossibly soft skin of her hip, loving the way she flinched under my touch but already knew enough not to pull away.
"And now," I continued, keeping my voice soft, but my tone firm like silk-wrapped steel. "Now it's my job to do something about that little problem."
I stared at her reflection as she squeezed her eyes shut again and another tear fell, leaving a gray, mascara-stained trail down her cheek.
I reached out and caught it with my thumb, tracing that damp path. A gentle touch. A touch that from another man would soothe, would show some type of caring affection.
That wasn't what I was doing.
"Shhh," I cooed, my grip tightening around her hip just enough to remind her who was in control. " I'm not going to kill you…yet."
Her entire body stilled. I wasn't sure if it was fear, anticipation, or maybe something else?
I straightened, gripping the belt once more. Her bare thighs clenched in her fight against that instinct to run from me.
"Do you want to live, Alina?" I asked, stroking the belt over her delicate flesh.
She mumbled something.
"I can't hear you. Do you want to live?" I dragged the belt against the backs of her thighs, her muscles twitching in response.
"Yes, I want to live."
"Good girl, then take your punishment."
My hand snapped forward, and the belt cracked across her ass, leaving a beautiful pink stripe.
She cried out, arching forward, her nails digging into the wood.
I tilted my head, admiring the instant blush blooming across the pale skin of her ass, and when I looked into the mirror at her, the same blush graced the tops of her cheekbones.
I left stripe after stripe across her ass cheeks and her thighs, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to leave more marks on her lower back, but that fucking G-string and garter were in the way. With one hand, I reached out and grabbed the flimsy fabric and ripped it from her body.
She had been hiding secrets.
That flimsy little G-string pulled away from her and it was soaked.
Alina would never admit it. She didn't need to; her body revealed all of her shameful little secrets. She liked this, or at least a part of her did.
I held the damp panties up to my nose, breathing in the sweet musky scent that was all her arousal, then tucked the fabric into my pocket for later.
My attention back on her, I left another series of lashes across her body.
God, I wanted to take out my cock and fuck her right there. Hard and fast until she screamed my name so loudly the entire building knew she was mine.
But I didn't.
The first time she came on my cock, I wanted her looking me in the eye and begging for it.
Part of me wanted to shield her from prying eyes, yet here I was, marking her in this semi-public space. The contradiction gnawed at me, but my need to dominate her overrode everything else.
A drop of arousal slid down her pussy lips, glistening in the low light, and my cock demanded I take her. She was ready. She needed to be fucked hard. Alina needed my cock deep inside her, and she needed it strong and brutal.
Instead, I grabbed the gun. The long, thin barrel would work perfectly. I stood behind her and waited for those beautiful, gold-flecked eyes to open and watch me again.
When she looked at me, she moved to stand, and I put my left hand on her back to keep her in position. I lifted the gun with my right and showed her the barrel.