17. Dimitri
17
DIMITRI
I can see the shock in Evelyn’s face. Of course she’s shocked. I can’t imagine she ever thought the day would end like this, when she decided to sneak out without her bodyguard.
But I meant everything I just said to her. It’s clear she doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation. It’s clear that talking to her, trying to explain things to her, has done nothing.
So I’m going to get my point across in a different way. A more old-fashioned way, one that I know she thinks is barbaric, from the way she’s looking at me and the folded leather in my hand. But if words won’t work, in my experience, then punishment does. Discipline does. And Evelyn is badly in need of discipline.
I will myself not to think about how she’ll look bent over that desk. About how I’ve never seen her creamy, perfect ass bare before, and in a few minutes, I just might. I can’t think about any of that, because if I do, I’ll be painfully hard in seconds. And this isn’t about desire. It isn’t about sex.
It’s about making sure Evelyn understands the consequences of her actions.
“You can’t be serious,” she whispers, swallowing hard, her pretty face going pale. “You can’t?—”
“I am, and I can. You can walk away, Evelyn. Go home to your apartment. I’ll send you the annulment paperwork to sign. You can deal with the threats as you see fit, just like you did today. You can figure out your own path forward, since mine doesn’t seem to work for you. Or you can accept that you made a mistake today, and that you need to be punished. Leave, or bend over that desk, but I won’t ask again, Evelyn. Decide.”
I can see her eyes flicking back and forth, from me, to the desk, to the door, and back again. I can see her wheels turning, her mind desperately trying to accept this option, to decide what she’s willing to submit herself to.
Submit . God, I can’t think of that word again, or my mind will be full of images of Evelyn on her knees, her pretty, sassy mouth open as I slide my cock over her tongue. The thought of Evelyn submitting is one that could make me come without much effort at all, and I have to drive it out of my head before my cock does more than twitch against my fly.
She swallows hard again, the movement of her throat sending another jolt of desire through me, and then she takes a deep breath, tipping her chin up definitely as she steps towards the desk.
Slowly, as if she’s intending to make this as excruciating for me as possible, she leans forward, bending over the edge of the desk. I see her fingers tremble, and I grit my teeth, trying not to picture what she would look like if she were stretched across it naked instead.
“Undo your pants,” I command. “Push them down to your knees. Your panties, too.”
“In our contract…” Evelyn starts to say, and I chuckle.
“Our contract dictated no sex. No physical consummation of our marriage. But we’re not consummating anything, Evelyn, and me seeing you like this doesn’t violate any agreement. You’re going to get a bare-ass spanking with my belt, and you’re going to count every one of the fifteen strokes. Aloud . Do you understand me? Or you can get up now and leave. Your choice.”
Every word feels harder than the last one to force out, and not just because my cock is steadily hardening despite my best efforts, pushing against my fly with an impatient force. I don’t want to threaten her with all of this. I don’t want to take away what I know she wants so desperately, what I offered to give her. I don’t want to leave her unprotected. And, quite simply, I don’t want her to leave.
But she needs to understand. And this is the best way I can think of, after everything else I’ve tried, to get that point across.
Evelyn’s hand reaches down, undoing the top button of her leather pants. The curve of her ass in the tight, slick fabric is nearly unbearable to see, and I grit my teeth as another jolt of desire makes me fully hard, my cock straining now as I hear the sound of her zipper lowering.
When she reaches behind her with both hands, pushing the leather fabric and the underwear beneath over her ass, I nearly groan aloud. I’d swear on my own grave that this has nothing to do with sex, nothing to do with trying to get inside Evelyn, but right now, I’m starting to realize that maybe I should have thought of some other means of punishment.
Or maybe I should have been satisfied with her leaving her pants on while I spanked her.
Mine are so tight that I’m worried a seam might burst as I step forward, trying not to look only at the perfect curve of her ass. “Hands over your head,” I tell her curtly, each word coming out as sharp as the crack of my belt will be in a moment. “Grip the desk above you. And don’t let go. If you let go, or if you fail to count, we’ll start over. Understand, l’vitsa?”
I see her flinch at the use of the pet name I’ve called her since we met, and truthfully, I don’t know why it came out at this moment. It certainly isn’t appropriate for what’s happening right now.
Her lips press together tightly, and I can tell she wants to fight me on this. But her hands slide up the desk, fingers gliding over the wood until they curl around the edge of it, gripping tightly as she closes her eyes.
“No, l’vitsa ,” I murmur, my voice hoarser than it should be. I shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this. This should be a necessity, a task—but I can’t stop looking at the smooth skin of her lower back where her sweater has ridden up, the perfect curve just below, the shape of her hip and the smooth skin of her thigh. I’m doing everything in my power not to let my eyes stray between them, to give in to the desire to see if her pussy is as soft and tempting as I’ve imagined, but I have a feeling that before this is over, I’m going to fail in that, too.
I want to devour every inch of her, and not just with my eyes.
“Keep your eyes open,” I command, and I see her squint them shut tighter before she lets them open, a tiny defiance as a shudder runs through her body. “I want to see you take your punishment, l’vitsa . I want to see your face. I want to see that you understand. Now remember—count.”
Evelyn nods, a breath escaping her parted lips as I grip the folded belt, and then I step forward and bring the leather down against one side of her ass.
“One!” She cries out, her voice a high-pitched shriek. “Fuck, Dimitri, that hurts!”
“It’s supposed to,” I growl, sucking in a breath against the painful throb of my cock. God , I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. “It’s a punishment, Evelyn. Now, the only thing I want to hear from you is that count. Nothing more.”
This is far from the first time I’ve ever spanked a woman, but it’s the first time I’ve done it for this reason. For a punishment—a real punishment. I thought it wouldn’t be as arousing, that I’d be focused on why I have Evelyn here, why this is happening, and nothing more. That my anger with her would override any desire that might come of it.
I was very, very wrong.
The sound of her voice gasping out two in a pained cry has me gritting my teeth against a moan, pre-cum leaking from my cock and soaking the fabric twisted around it as I bring the belt down for a third time. Evelyn’s fingers are gripping the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles turning white, and as I shift to bring the next stroke down on the opposite side of her perfect, upturned ass, I catch a glimpse of her pussy between her thighs.
What little blood that hasn’t fled to my cock pounds in my ears, a pulse throbbing through my rock-hard shaft as I see her soft pink folds, tucked between the curve of her slender thighs. What’s worse is that I see a glisten there, a hint of arousal, and I feel my head spin at the thought that despite herself, this might be turning Evelyn on.
“Four!” she cries out as I bring the belt down again, and I wonder how I’m going to make it to fifteen. How I’m going to tear my eyes away from the soft flesh between her thighs, how I’m going to do anything other than think about how badly I want to drop to my knees behind her and bury my face there, slide my tongue inside her, find out how sweet she tastes before I fuck her hard. My cock is straining, so hard that I don’t know how I’m going to make it to the end of this, and I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want Evelyn in this moment.
Five. Six. Seven. My pulse keeps time with every stroke of my belt across her creamy flesh, reddening her skin as she jolts and grips the desk, a whimper of pain slipping from her lips as she cries out eight . Almost halfway there, and I can feel sweat beading at the back of my neck. I’m no longer sure who is being punished here, because my arousal feels like torture, my need for her overwhelming.
I’ve never seen any woman look so beautiful while bent over a desk. Evelyn’s black hair is tousled, tangled around her face, her lips parted, slightly swollen from where she’s bitten them, her cheeks flushed. Her ass is streaked with red, and when I glance between her thighs again, I can see that her pussy is swollen, too, slick with her growing arousal.
She’s turned on by this. There’s no doubt, and the sight of her wet folds makes my cock throb painfully. When I bring down the tenth stroke, her cry of pain turns into a sobbing moan, and I feel my control, stretched to its brink, snap.
I stop, lowering the belt to my side. “What was that, l’vitsa ?” I murmur, every word half-strangled with desire. “It almost sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“ No .” Evelyn bites out the word, but when I raise the belt, dragging it along the curve of her hip, she lets out a whimper. I see her thighs squeeze together, and I feel almost dizzy with need.
“Don’t lie to me.” I bring the belt down again, hard against her reddened flesh, and Evelyn cries out, her back arching involuntarily as her thighs clench again. “I can see how wet you are.”
I shouldn’t touch her like this. I shouldn’t touch her at all. But I can’t stop myself from dragging the belt down the outside of her thigh, up over the soft folds of her pussy, watching as the edge of the leather darkens with her arousal. “I didn’t know this would turn you on.” I drag the belt up, higher, back over her flushed, marked skin as I crack it across her skin for the twelfth stroke.
Evelyn cries out the number, her knuckles white as she grips the desk, and this time her hips arch, her cry ending on another whimpering moan. My vision narrows, my cock so hard I can hardly think, and the only thought pounding through my head is that this is the second time in as many days that Evelyn has driven me to this point.
But this is even worse than last night. Worse than undoing her wedding dress one button at a time, watching it reveal the delicate line of her back to me. Now she’s bent over in front of me, wet and whimpering, her ass red from my belt and her pussy dripping, and my self-control is fraying, snapping, all of my thoughts centered on how badly I need her.
The belt drops from my hand, the buckle hitting the wooden floor with a hard clank . Before I know it, I’m behind her, one hand yanking open the fly of my trousers as I grip the hot flesh of her hip with the other, my thumb pressing into one of the streaks of red as I palm my cock free.
“ Fuck , Evelyn,” I hiss, stroking my fist along the length of my cock, watching as she shudders in front of me. “Look at you. Wet and begging for it. You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to fuck you, just like this.”
I wait for her to say no. For her to tell me to fuck off. For her to say anything that can cut through the haze of lust, and make me stop.
But she only whimpers, her cheek resting against the wood of the desk as her eyes roll back towards me, and her hips arch up, a gasping moan slipping from her lips as I lean forward to meet her. The swollen head of my cock presses against her hot, wet flesh, on the verge of slipping inside of her, and I grit my teeth as she moans again.
“Tell me to stop, Evelyn,” I warn. “Tell me, or?—”
Her hands flex against the desk, another gasp coming from her perfect lips as I push forward just a little, just enough to feel her soft folds start to slide around my sensitive tip, and when she arches back, when I feel her shudder, I can’t stop myself any longer.
I grab her hips with both hands, fingers gripping her tightly, and I thrust.
The tight heat is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, a primal groan of pleasure tearing from my lips as I sink into her to the hilt. She envelops every inch of my cock, so fucking tight, so wet, a perfect fit around my thick length, and her head lifts as she cries out, her hips bucking as mine press tightly against her ass.
“ Fuck ,” I rasp, holding myself there for one ecstatic second before I start to slide out again. “You look so fucking good, taking my cock. So fucking beautiful—” I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as good as Evelyn right now, her back arched slightly, her plush ass streaked red from her punishment, her pussy stretched around my cock. Her hair is a mess, and I want to reach out and tangle my hands in it, but I want to hold onto her more, to feel the shape of her pressing into my palms as I watch myself pull out until only my tip is still inside of her, and then I thrust again.
She cries out, a broken moan as I pick up a rhythm, long, slow strokes that grow faster with every slap of my hips against her. I slide one hand beneath her hip, fingers grazing over the sharp edge of bone and the taut skin of her abdomen as I slip them lower, down between her soft folds, my cock throbbing as I feel that she’s all but bare. There’s only a thin strip of hair above her folds, and I skate my fingertips over it before slipping them between, against her swollen clit.
Evelyn bucks against me at that first touch, a cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she clenches around me. Just that nearly makes me come undone, her tight pussy somehow tighter still as she arches and grips me, pulling me deeper. Her body wants me, is begging for more, and I want to give it to her more than I want to fucking breathe.
The only thing keeping me from losing control of my orgasm is the fact that, even through my desperate haze of lust, I want to make her come, too. The sensation of her slick, swollen clit under my fingertips only makes it that much harder for me to hold back, the sound of her mewling whimpers as she arches back against me driving me wild. She’s everything I fantasized about and more, everything I imagined.
Evelyn gasps, grinding against my hand, and I can tell that she’s lost control, too. I have no idea what the fallout will be when this is all over, when we’ve both come back to our senses, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants this. That she wants the pleasure I’m offering her, that right now, in this moment at least, she wants me .
She’s willful, and disobedient, and she talks to me like she doesn’t know who I am. But right now, she’s mine . And it’s fucking intoxicating.
“Come for me,” I growl, leaning down as my hips thrust against her, my fingers working in small, tight circles over her clit. It’s an order, but it’s also a plea, because I don’t know how much longer I can take this. She feels like hot velvet clenched around me, every thrust exquisite torture, and I desperately want to feel her come on my cock before I let go. But I’m on the edge, heat blazing up my spine as I struggle not to come before I decide to.
She moans, lifting her head for just a moment as her back arches, her hips pressing down into the rhythmic strokes of my hand. “ Dimitri ,” she gasps, just as I feel her body go rigid, and she lets out a ragged shriek of pleasure and tightens around me.
“ Fuck —oh, fucking hell —” I groan as she ripples around me, her orgasm making her clench rhythmically around my cock as she comes, her hips grinding back against mine as she writhes beneath me, and I lose all control.
My cock throbs, the first hot spurt of my cum filling her as I revel in the feeling of her coming against me, on me, the sound of her moans as she comes undone, and the pleasure overwhelms me. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard, throb after throb of white-hot ecstasy, and I keep rubbing her clit as I thrust myself as deeply into her as I go, holding myself there surrounded by her wet heat as I fill her with my cum.
It’s exquisite, and I never want it to end. I’ve never had sex this good, never felt anything like this, this desperate release, the fulfillment of what I’ve needed so badly. I drop down against her, feeling the damp heat of her lower back against my abdomen where our clothes have ridden up, and I’m seized by the urge, as I rock against her, to rip every shred of both of our clothing off and do it again.
I could fuck her endlessly. But as the last shocks of pleasure recede and I feel Evelyn tense underneath me, I know that’s not going to happen.
More than likely, I’m never going to get to fuck her again.