Chapter 15 #2
It happens as suddenly as a crack of lightning.
Without thinking about the repercussions, I launch myself at him with a terrifying battle cry on my lips that I don’t even recognize.
My gloved fist slams into the side of his jaw again, knocking his head to the side.
I punch him as hard as I can in the stomach, and then again in his chest.
“ FUCK! YOU! ” I scream, punching him over and over, my fists and arms whirling madly as my vision turns black and red.
I wince when his glove smacks the side of my head. But I dig deep, snarling with fury I didn’t know I possessed as I hurl myself at him again.
Our limbs tangle. Gloves smack against muscle.
Our choked, snarled gasps and muttered curses mix with heavy, panted breaths.
Skin rubs against skin. My hair spills across my face as the world goes sideways and I find myself being tackled to the ground, still fighting him as we land in a panting, heaving heap.
It’s not until our eyes lock that everything goes still, the black and red mist clears from my eyes, and I’m suddenly hyper aware of three things.
One, I’m on my back on the floor. Two, Kir is between my legs, which are wrapped around his hips. His muscled arms are on either side of my head, his gloved fists balancing him right over me, his face inches from mine.
And three?
I can feel Kir’s thick , large erection twitching against my pussy through his gym pants and my thin dance shorts, in a way that has my pulse roaring and my core tingling and aching with need.
Something inside me flickers and ignites as the full reality of the situation throbs quite literally against me.
The room is silent except for the labored sound of our breathing. My pulse races madly, my skin slick with sweat and tingling with inescapable heat. Kir’s eyes are alive with black fire, lancing right into mine as his arm muscles flex.
Time stands still as I feel his hips subtly grind against me, his huge erection rubbing against my pussy.
I’m wet .
Horribly, achingly, disastrously so.
His arms lower slightly, and my breath catches as my eyes dart between his eyes and his sinfully perfect lips.
He lowers himself even more until his mouth is barely two inches from mine, the sweet heat of his breath teasing over my lips as our chests rise and fall.
Do it , I scream inside. Close the distance. Kiss me until it’s all I know. Just fucking do it. Please .
“ Kir —”
I startle when he suddenly flinches. Abruptly, like a switch being thrown, he’s pushing himself off me, scrambling to his feet, and whirling away.
I lie there stunned on the floor for a second before a mortifying feeling crashes through me, forcing me to my feet. I turn away, hugging myself, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart.
But then, realization floods my skin and sinks into my veins.
That’s the second time this has happened: a too-real momentary flash of intimacy that we’re both clearly being drawn into. But then he pulls back, and grows cold, and acts like it was all me .
I’m tired of being made to think that I’m the only one who keeps feeling this.
“So was that pushing me to be stronger?” I snap, turning to him and yanking my gloves off. “Or punishing me for daring to question you?”
He stiffens, half-turning his head to glance at me.
“Or was it just you losing control?”
He turns a little more, his eyes flashing as he levels a cold look at me.
“I don’t lose control, Ms. Ellis.”
I bark a laugh. “Right, because that was obviously you in complete control when you tackled a girl half your age to the ground and dry-humped her?—”
“That’s enough , Brooklyn,” he snarls.
“Is this why you like ballet?” I toss at him. “All those young girls, prancing around in leotards and tights?”
Kir turns to face me fully, standing rigid and tall, his eyes smoldering.
Fuck , is he gorgeous, in a dark, terrifying way.
“You’re treading on very thin ice, Ms. Ellis,” he rasps. “I would suggest stopping. ”
“Is that it, Kir?” I hurl back. “You just want to be able to walk in here and single out some poor, struggling girl to play fucking head games with?”
His eyes turn the color of midnight.
“That what does it for you?” I snap. “That what gets you?—”
“Stop.”
He doesn’t yell it. Honestly, he barely raises his voice. But the sheer power behind that single word, the dark, vicious way it curls its tendrils around me, instantly gets my attention, sharp and focused.
It feels like the entire balance of power has completely skewed in his favor. Just one fucking word coming from those sinful lips, and whatever cockiness and sass I was feeling dissipates like smoke. Suddenly, I realize I’m standing in the lion’s den, taunting the king of the jungle himself.
Kir pulls off his boxing gloves deliberately, setting them aside before he folds his hands behind his back. He levels a withering, authoritative look at me that makes my core clench and my legs tremble.
He draws in a slow, deep breath, then exhales and looks right at me.
“Come here.”
Heat slithers down my spine.
“I—”
“I didn’t tell you to speak,” he replies. “I told you to come. Here .”
He brings a hand out from behind his back and points to the floor directly in front of him.
“ Now , Ms. Ellis.”
My pulse quickens as Kir takes a step back and sits on the long bench behind him, where dancers usually rest before or after rehearsal to gab or catch a breath.
I shiver as Kir plants his palms on his slightly spread thighs, his dark eyes piercing into mine across the low-lit room.
“Come. Here .”
He punctuates each word with another point of his finger to the floor.
And suddenly, like I’m being pulled by invisible strings, I'm walking over.
I stop right in front of him, my pulse racing. I clasp my hands in front of me, then nervously slide them up the opposite arms, until I’m hugging my body. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as Kir looks into my eyes.
“It was my hope that the rigorous nature of our rehearsals would stamp out your bratty attitude,” he murmurs darkly. “But it would appear I was incorrect.”
Without blinking, without missing a beat, he jabs his pointer finger down on his muscular thigh.
“Bend over.”
It’s like I’ve been physically shocked. I flinch, an arresting sensation coiling inside me and yanking my psyche to a dark, electrifying place.
My mouth falls open, but no sound tumbles out. My eyes go wide, scandalized, even as my core tightens with need, my thighs clench and my nipples ache against my top.
“I…” My voice is barely above a whisper. “ What ?”
“Did I stutter, Ms. Ellis,” Kir murmurs.
I shiver, shaking my head. “N-no.”
“No what .”
Oh, fuck .
I don’t even have to say it out loud to feel the needy ache inside me.
“No, sir ,” I choke quietly.
“Then get the fuck over my knee, now .”
I move in a daze, my entire body throbbing. My pulse races and my skin tingles as I step closer. His scent washes over me as I move to his side, turn toward his lap, and take a shaky breath.
Then, I do it.
My entire reality blurs as I bend forward, leaning over his thighs and lowering my abdomen to them.
It’s not until I’m lying across his lap that I realize my knees won’t touch the ground. My toes tense against the floor as heat floods my face at the awkward way I’m positioned, pushing my ass up in the air.
“In this studio, when I give you a direction, Ms. Ellis,” he rumbles, “you will follow it. Is that clear?”
“ Yes, sir ,” I choke, my breath strangled, my throat tightening, my entire body tingling with heat.
My eyes bulge as I feel him roughly grip the waistband of my dance shorts at the back and abruptly yank them down, peeling them off my ass and letting them tangle at mid-thigh.
Heat explodes though my face.
The shorts have built-in panties, which means I’m now completely bare-assed, butt up in the air, with all of me clearly on display.
Before I can say or do anything, I feel his firm palm rest against the soft skin of my butt.
I want to say I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But I do.
I know exactly what’s about to happen, and it’s making my pulse thunder , my body ache and throb, and the wet heat between my thighs so blatantly obvious that I swear I can feel it trickling down and seeping into the gym pants stretched over his muscled thighs.
“There will be ten, Brooklyn,” Kir murmurs.
His voice isn’t raised at all: it almost sounds comforting.
Nurturing. “You’ll count each one out loud.
If you make a mistake, we’ll start over, and that will continue until you manage to get it right.
” His open palm strokes my ass, making my core clench with need and anticipation.
“Is that clear?”
I nod, shivering as my hair tumbles across my face.
“ Is that clear, Brooklyn .”
A low whine wrenches from my threat. “ Yes, sir ,” I choke.
“Good girl.”
The only warning is that his warm palm leaves my ass. Then it comes back with a sudden, vicious SMACK that echoes through the room and makes me yelp.
“ One !” I choke, squirming in his lap as his palm spanks my bare ass, hard .
The hand comes down again, brutally hitting other cheek.
“ TWO !” I blurt, my voice wavering.
He alternates between my cheeks for number three and four. I get them right.
I fuck up on the next one, though. The sensation of his palm smacking my skin and sending raw heat spiraling out from the point of impact is turning my brain to goo and making my body writhe and grind shamelessly against his thigh.
“That was five,” Kir murmurs darkly after a few seconds of silence.
I shudder, suddenly horrifically aware of what I’ve done.
“ Fi —”
“Too late.”
I squeal as his palm crashes into my ass again.
“That’s one again,” he murmurs. “Try to keep track, Ms. Ellis.”
“ One !” I repeat, my voice whiny, eager, floaty.
He keeps going, alternating between my cheeks, each lash of his hand getting harder and harder until my entire ass is on fire in the most delicious way possible.
“ Nine !” I squeal. My voice is totally transformed. So is my headspace. It feels like I’m melting, sinking down into soft, consuming darkness. Like reality is swallowing me up and cocooning me in a weirdly relaxed, euphoric embrace.
I feel utter detachment from myself, like an out-of-body experience. I watch from somewhere else as this gorgeous, all-consuming man bends me over his knee and spanks me until he fucking owns me.
“ Ten… ”
I barely get the word out as the last blow crashes to my bruised, tender flesh.
His hand lingers there, gently stroking my throbbing ass, his fingers dancing from one cheek to the other—tracing, calming, soothing as I sink deeper and deeper into the glow of submission.
His hand slips between my thighs. I’m still in that melty place in my head, and when I feel his fingers slide over my soaked pussy, I whimper and spread my legs a little wider.
“ Good girl .”
As he says it, he sinks two fingers into me.
Oh, fuck .
He curls them deep, stroking the pads of his thick fingers against my g-spot. He adds more pressure, stoking and teasing and pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy.
All I can do is melt against his legs and drip all over him. My eyes roll back. My mouth goes slack. My thighs tremble against his and my body writhes and undulates, taking his fingers over and over until everything starts to blur.
“Such a good girl, Brooklyn,” he growls quietly, pushing his fingers into me and gathering my ponytail in his fist. “You’re making a mess of my fingers, baby girl,” he rasps. “You want to come all over them, don’t you.”
I whimper, my entire reality blurring and melting around me as I nod my head.
“I asked you a question, Brooklyn.”
“ Yes !” I whine, my whole body beginning to seize up. “ Yes, sir !”
“Then be a good girl,” he murmurs, tugging my hair and ramming his fingers into my pussy, filling the practice studio with lewd, wet sounds. “ Come for me .”
Jesus…
It hits me like a bomb detonating. I choke, my back arching as my core explodes with the violent carnage of my release. The orgasm twists and rampages though me, curling my toes and wringing my whole body out as I scream and come hard against his fingers.
I lie there panting and shaking on his thighs as Kir slowly strokes his fingers in and out of my quivering, spasming pussy, before slowly he draws them out.
“Stand up.”
I’m still shaking all over, my legs barely working and my grip on reality only very loose. I hold his thigh unsteadily, pushing myself up until I’m standing again.
My face is crimson. My whole body is still throbbing and clenching. Slick wetness coats my thighs as I reach down to pull my shorts back up.
“Next time, Ms. Ellis,” Kir purrs quietly as he stands up to loom over me. He reaches out, cupping my jaw with his hand and lifting my gaze to his. “Leave the attitude at the door. You will do what I say, when and how I say to do it. If you don’t, you will be punished again. Do you understand?”
I nod quickly, lowering my eyes as heat throbs inside me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Me.
Slowly, Kir brings his hand—the one that spanked me and brought me to orgasm all over his fingers—up to his mouth. My eyes widen as he captures them with his, never blinking, never looking away as he wraps his lips around his fingers and sucks .
My mouth is still hanging open as he slowly slips his wet fingers from his lips.
“You may go now, Ms. Ellis.”