Chapter 5
Eddie
I can’t believe this is happening.
But more than that, I can’t believe a part of me wants it to happen…
Not that I’m going to let Viktor know.
“You suck!” I shout, kicking my legs hard against Viktor’s shins and making him tighten his grip around my waist. “You can spank me until the sun comes up. But you’ll still suck!”
“Quiet!” Viktor snaps back, gripping his hand firmly around my neck for a moment. “You will speak when spoken to. You will present your naked bottom for me and receive your punishment. And you will do it in silence!”
With that, I gasp as Viktor releases his grip from around my neck and roughly yanks down my jeans and briefs in one swift motion. Immediately I feel my cheeks flush red as I know my butt is on full display for Viktor and there’s not a thing I can do about it.
I’ve been spanked in clubs before, but this feels so different. And the way my dick is all pressed up against Viktor’s legs is making me feel funny too.
This isn’t roleplay. This is real. And I’ve got a feeling it’s going to hurt…
“Hey, I, I, I think I made a mistake trying to leave,” I say, my mouth running away with me. “I mean, I just wanted to look around the garden. Yeah, that was it. I just wanted to see the lake closer.”
“In the middle of the night?” Viktor growls, evidently not buying my BS for even a single second. “Do not lie to me, boy. Lies mean extra punishment. I’ll have you standing in the corner all night with your nipples in clamps if you keep this up. Now quieten down and prepare yourself.”
But before I have the chance to steady myself, I feel the first spank land cold and hard on my left cheek. Then another on my right. I’m barely able to let out a whelp of pain before Viktor unleashes a volley of spanks that make my cheeks wobble and my cock harden.
“Urgh. Awwww. Jeez,” I say, my mind scrambled as Viktor pauses for a moment, presumably to admire his handiwork. “I can feel your dick, by the way!”
I don’t know what possessed me to say that, but I know one thing for sure… Viktor really isn’t a fan of me talking back.
“Insolent boy,” Viktor roars, immediately launching into a series of spanks where he fires three on each cheek before swapping to the other, and back again. “Now see how much you feel like sassing me, you brat!”
“Owwww!” I holler, my bravado gone and my butt flaming hot. “Please! Please! I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t try and run away again!”
I’m lying, of course.
But I hope that right now it’s convincing enough for Viktor to stop tanning my ass.
“I don’t believe you, boy,” Viktor snarls. “You don’t live my life without being able to see through blatant lies. You’ve got your safeword. Use it. Or don’t. But until then, I’ll be the one who makes the calls here.”
“Owwwwwwwwwww!” I cry, desperation in my voice as I plead. “I promise a million times over. I won’t run away. I’m yours. I’ll be good. I’ll be the most well behaved ever!”
“Keep going,” Viktor says, his spanks suddenly softer, slower, almost tender as I whimper. “You’re nearly there. But I need to be convinced.”
“Y-y-y-you can trust me,” I say, my voice quiet as the soft spanks still sting my throbbing ass cheeks. “I’ll do everything you say. I’ll stay in just my briefs all day, or my pajamas. You know, so I can’t run away. I’ll do anything. You can tie me up, make me wear a teeny-tiny thong…”
I gasp as the words come out of my mouth.
I’m not supposed to be enjoying this.
But the way my cock is throbbing and my chest is heaving tells me otherwise. My heart is racing and the blood is pumping around my body. I’ve never felt a thrill like this before when being spanked, that’s for sure.
“Enough,” Viktor says, continuing his slow, rhythmic spanks but gripping me by the back of my neck once more.
“Acting the sexy provocative boy won’t work with me any more than being the innocent remorseful Little will.
But whatever. I’m convinced that you’ve learned your lesson. At least enough for now.”
I let out a sigh of relief and gasp as Viktor traces his fingers over my red-hot backside. His touch is ultra soft now, silky, and it makes me grind myself into him once more, unashamedly and full of rock-hard heat.
But before I get too excited, Viktor stands up and hauls me to my feet.
“Come,” Viktor says, his voice low and chilling. “We need to get this ass cooled down before I put you back to bed. For good this time.”
With that, he takes me by the hand and leads me out of the study.
We walk through the hall and over toward the kitchen, my hard cock bobbing embarrassingly in front of me as I walk. We might be headed to the kitchen, but this time I’m not there for toast or any other snack for that matter…
I gasp as Viktor bends me over the kitchen table, my red-hot butt on full display. After being spanked, I should be used to it. But somehow this feels more vulnerable, even more electrically charged.
The cool wood presses against my belly, and I feel utterly exposed—jeans and briefs still tangled around my ankles, cheeks flaming from the spanking. My heart races, a mix of humiliation and that weird, tingling heat that's been building since Viktor first put me over his knee.
I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting... what? More punishment?
But no, his hands are gentle now, almost clinical.
"Stay still," he commands, voice low and steady. Not angry anymore, but there's no room for argument. “I know what I’m doing. You can trust me.”
I hear the fridge door open, the rustle of something being wrapped.
Then, a soft pressure on my sore skin—an ice pack, covered in a thin cloth to blunt the shock.
It's cold, so cold it makes me hiss through my teeth, but it soothes the sting almost immediately.
Viktor holds it there, one hand on the small of my back to keep me steady, the other adjusting the pack methodically, like he's done this a hundred times.
Maybe he has.
Maybe I’m just another in a long line of boys to have felt the heat of his hand.
But right now, it’s just me and him.
The thought sends a shiver up my spine—not just from the ice.
"Breathe through it," he says. "It'll numb the heat."
I nod against the table, my cheek smooshed flat. Vulnerable doesn't even cover it. Here I am, bent over like a naughty boy, letting a mafia boss—Pakhan, whatever that means—tend to my spanked bottom.
And the worst part? It's working.
The fire eases, replaced by a dull throb that's almost... comforting? No, that's crazy. This whole thing is crazy. I tried to escape, and now I'm submitting to aftercare like it's normal.
Urgh. Normal. That seems a long time ago now.
He keeps the ice on for what feels like forever—minutes ticking by in silence, broken only by my shaky breaths and the hum of the fridge. I can feel his eyes on me, assessing. Not leering, but... protective? Possessive? I don't know.
My mind spins.
Why is he doing this? To make me trust him? Because as a witness, I'm a loose end. I saw him shoot that man—clean, cold, no hesitation. I could testify. I could ruin him. Is this all a game to keep me quiet until he decides what to do with me?
Finally, he lifts the pack away. My skin prickles in the sudden warmth of the room.
"Better?"
I mumble something like yeah, not trusting my voice.
Viktor doesn't respond right away. Instead, I hear him rummaging in a drawer—first aid kit, maybe? Then he's back, squirting something onto his palm. The scent hits me: aloe, menthol, something soothing.
Cooling cream.
"This will help with any bruising," Viktor says, matter-of-fact. His fingers—big, callused, but surprisingly gentle—spread the cream over my cheeks in slow circles. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper.
It's intimate, too intimate.
I feel overwhelmed for a moment as my body reacts in ways that make me feel dizzy. The cream cools the remaining heat, but his touch... it sparks something else. Warmth pools low in my belly, and I hate myself for it.
He's a killer.
Obviously a criminal.
And yet, here I am, arching just a little under his hands.
When he's done, Viktor steps back. I stay bent over for a second longer, gathering myself, then push up slowly, pulling up my briefs and jeans with as much dignity as I can muster.
My butt aches—a reminder that'll last until after the sun rises—but it's bearable now.
I turn to face him, trying to avoid his eyes.
Viktor wipes his hands on a dish towel, then meets my gaze steadily.
"Was everything okay? Anything you didn't like?"
I'm surprised—so surprised I actually stare directly at him for a beat. This big, scary Russian mafia guy is checking in? Like a real Daddy Dom?
"It... it was fine," I say, voice small.
Fine? It was intense, scary, hot. But fine covers it, I guess.
He nods once, like that's all he needed. No smirk, no gloating. Just... concern? It throws me off. In the back of my mind, doubts swirl louder.
Is he playing me?
Making me feel safe so I don't run to the cops? Because yeah, I could be dangerous to him. I saw the murder—self-defense or not, it was cold-blooded. One word from me, and his life crumbles. Or maybe he plans to silence me permanently. The thought chills me more than the ice pack did.
But I can't overthink it now.
My brain's fuzzy from the adrenaline crash, the spanking, the whole insane night. Before I can spiral, Viktor scoops me up in his strong arms—like I weigh nothing, like picking up a doll.
I yelp, grabbing at his shirt instinctively. "What are you—?"
"Bed," Viktor grunts, already striding toward the stairs. His chest is solid under my hands, heartbeat steady against my side. He carries me effortlessly, up the wide steps, his boots thudding softly on the wood.
I should fight, protest, something.
But exhaustion hits like a wave.
And... it feels nice. Safe, even, despite everything.
Viktor’s arms are warm, his grip secure. No one's ever carried me like this—not since I was a kid. A hint of affection flickers in my chest, unwanted but there. He's rough, commanding, but he saved me. Tended to me. Maybe he's not all devil.
We reach the top, and instead of heading to the far guest room where I was before, he turns left—toward what must be the master suite. He nudges open the door next to it, a smaller room but still luxurious: big bed with crisp white sheets, nightstand with a lamp, windows overlooking the lake.
"This one," he says, setting me down gently on the bed. "Next to mine. So I can hear if you wake. Or if you try anything."
I swallow, nodding. Practical. Controlling. But that flicker of affection grows a tiny bit—he's thinking about me waking up scared? Or is it just to keep tabs?
He pulls back the covers, gestures for me to get in.
I slide under, still in my clothes. The sheets are soft, cool. He tucks me in—actually tucks, like adjusting the blanket around my shoulders, making sure it's snug. His hands linger for a second on my arm, warm through the fabric.
"Sleep," he says. "Tomorrow we talk more. Or rather, I talk and you listen."
I clutch Goldie to my chest—Viktor must have grabbed him from the floor earlier, because my stuffie's here now, his mane fluffy against my chin.
I whisper thank you, but Viktor doesn’t hear. Or is he does, he doesn’t respond. Instead he simply straightens and heads for the door.
As he flicks off the light, plunging the room into soft moonlight, resolve hardens in me. Despite the affection, the safety he's wrapping around me like these blankets—come tomorrow, I'm escaping.
No matter what.
I won't be his prisoner.
I won't wait to see if his motives turn dark.
And anyway, Robbie is probably worried sick. My art show's ruined. My life is upside down.
I need out.
The door clicks shut. His footsteps fade to the master suite.
I stare at the ceiling, butt throbbing faintly, mind racing.
How do I escape? The house is secure—gates, alarms. But I'm resourceful. I've survived the city streets before. Windows? Wait for him to be on a phone call? Or maybe I steal a phone, call the cops and hide until they arrive?
Plans form, hazy but determined.
Then as my eyes drift shut, his voice echoes inside me, as does the sound of his hand coming down on my red-hot wobbly cheeks and how wild and electric it felt to have my body on display and his rampagingly hard cock thumping up against me during the spanking.
I really should get straight to sleep.
But as my hands creep down the front of my jeans, I know that sleep will just have to wait a couple of minutes longer…