Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
I held my chin high and clenched my lips together as I stood in a luxury hotel room in nothing but a transparent white shirt and a pair of thigh-high boots, my hair dripping freezing water on the thick dark carpet, and stared him down.
Artem was the sexiest, most powerful man I had ever met, even though he could break me. Or maybe because of it.
I told myself it didn't matter. He was wrong. I wouldn't break, not for him, not for anyone.
The way he looked at me, I knew he recognized the challenge in my eyes, and the cocky son of a bitch curled a corner of his mouth in a self-satisfied smile that made my stomach flip.
He met my challenge head-on. Grabbing me by the hair, he tangled his fist in the wet locks and pulled me over to a low bench at the foot of the bed. Then he dragged me over his lap, my head down and my ass in the air.
I fought him until he laid the belt on the bench in front of my face and held my head in place. The belt was close enough I could smell the rich leather and the spicy cologne he wore.
"Tell me why you are being punished," he said, his free hand running over the panty line on my ass cheek.
"Because you are a sick son of a bitch." My ill-advised taunt would have been more convincing if my hands weren't shaking.
He grabbed the back of my panties, scrunching the fabric in his hand and pulling up, forcing the material between my ass cheeks.
"Don't you dare," I said with more courage and defiance than I felt.
"Since you asked so nicely," he taunted before ripping my panties from my body and tossing the soaking wet, ruined cotton on top of the ruined skirt. His hand went back to my ass, petting me. His warm hand soothed my chilled skin, but I still knew what was coming, and it terrified me.
"Are you going to scream for me, little girl?" His voice was low and thick, pure honey laced with poison.
"Never."
"We'll see about that." He pulled my hair, lifting my head so I could watch him pick up the leather which he then dragged over my skin.
I held my breath, not daring to let it out. It was so quiet I could hear the water dripping from my hair onto the plush carpet.
Then that leather whooshed through the air and an instant later landed, the agony of it slapping across my thighs.
Tears threatened yet again. I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound. I was still so cold from the shower I wasn't sure if that muted the sting or worsened the resulting burn.
"Count for me, little girl."
"Fuck you," I gritted out.
"I was planning on only giving you ten lashes. But if I lose count, I'll have to start over. We could be here all night." The bastard was enjoying this too fucking much.
"One." I kept my voice steady, angry.
The belt swung through the air again, this time leaving a matching stripe of fire across my body the other way.
"Two."
Around four, I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
After six, I couldn't hold back my screams, so I pressed my mouth to the outside of his thigh to muffle them. The only way that this could have been more humiliating was if someone broke in here and saw this.
Or if his fingers were to part my folds and he learned how incredibly turned on I was.
After eight, the last of the chill left my body, replaced by heat that radiated from my core to every nerve ending.
After the final strike, I moved to get off of him, but he held me in place. He slipped his fingers between my cheeks, down to my core, and found out exactly how much I was affected by his heavy-handed control.
Fuck.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, not having the strength to fight him.
"You took your punishment like a good girl, so I'm going to reward you." His fingers slipped even further down, searching for my clit.
I wanted to pull away, but my thighs parted for him and my hips arched up.
"You look so fucking perfect like this," he purred. "My marks on your creamy skin, your pussy glistening with need and so fucking hot. The only thing that would make this better would be if I were to slide my cock into this hot little ass."
"No," I said, yanking my head up as he pressed his thumb to my asshole.
No one had ever touched me there, and from the feel of his cock pressing into my stomach, I couldn't imagine even the possibility.
He was big, far too big for that.
"Let's get this straight right now, little girl. You're mine."
He punctuated his words by sliding two fingers into my pussy. "I'm allowing you to go to school and get your degree. But you're still mine. If I want to take this tight little pussy, or fuck this perfect ass after I punish you, then that is what I'm going to do."