Chapter 8 - Marco #2
“Two!” I yelped, my fingers scrabbling against the smooth hood of the car, trying to find something to hold onto. My face was pressed against the metal, cheek burning as much as my ass was burning from his hand.
He didn’t give me time to recover. Another slap, then another, alternating cheeks. Each one was harder than the last.
“Three - ah! Four… five!” My voice cracked on the last one as a particularly hard smack landed right where my ass met my thigh. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
“Such a pretty little ass,” he rubbed his palm over the reddened skin. “Turning such a nice shade of red for me. You like this, don’t you, Malyshka?”
I whimpered, shaking my head even as my cock, traitorously hard, twitched against the side of the car. “No… I don’t - six! Ah - seven!”
He chuckled darkly, landing two quick, stinging slaps in succession on the same spot. The pain made my knees buckle, but he held me firmly in place with one hand on my lower back.
“Eight - nine!” I cried out, tears now slipping down my cheeks. My ass felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight and sensitive. But for some sick reason, each hit was sending heat straight to my cock, making it leak against the car. I hated how my body was reacting.
Alexei’s hand paused, squeezing one sore cheek roughly, making me hiss.
He brought his hand down again.
“Ten!” I sobbed, the count breaking into a whimper. I didn’t know if I was crying because of the pain or because I was so hard I wanted to come.
“Eleven… twelve… please—” He was being thorough, covering every inch of my ass and upper thighs.
“Thirteen….ahh! Fourteen!” I was crying openly now, face wet against the hood.
“Keep counting, Malyshka. I want to hear how sorry you are.”
“Fifteen!” I gasped, voice wrecked. “I’m sorry….sixteen! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean….seventeen!”
Alexei’s hand came down again, harder. “Look at this fucking mess you’re making.
” His voice was low and filthy. “Your pretty little cock is leaking all over the side of my car. Dripping for me like a needy slut while I paint this ass red. You feel that? How wet you’re getting just from being punished? ”
I sobbed against the hood, hips jerking helplessly as another thick bead of precum slid down my shaft and smeared against the cold metal.
“N-nineteen…ah….twenty!” My voice broke completely.
My cock throbbed hard, the head shiny and wet, more precum pulsing out with every stinging slap. It was humiliating. I couldn’t stop it.
“That’s it, Malyshka. Cry for me. Leak for me. Your body knows who it belongs to even if your mouth keeps lying.” He landed three more brutal smacks right across the hottest, most sensitive spots. “Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.”
“T-twenty-four….twenty-five!” I wailed, tears streaming freely now.
My legs shook so hard I would have collapsed if he weren’t holding me down.
My cock jerked again, another clear string of precum stretching from the tip to the car.
I was so close it hurt - right on the edge just from the pain and his filthy words.
Alexei’s hand stilled suddenly, resting on my burning ass. He squeezed both cheeks hard, spreading them just enough to make me whimper in fresh shame, then let go.
Then his hands were on me again - not hitting this time, but tugging my underwear and pants back up over my sore, throbbing skin.
The fabric scraped against the fresh marks, making me hiss.
He zipped me carefully, then turned me around by the hips so I was facing him, still leaning weakly against the hood.
His eyes dropped deliberately.
I followed his gaze and flushed scarlet. My cock was still rock-hard, tenting the front of my pants obscenely, a dark wet spot already spreading where I had leaked so much.
Alexei tilted his head, one corner of his mouth curling. He reached down and pressed two fingers right against the damp fabric, outlining the aching shape of me.
“You took your punishment well,” he said, voice low. “But you won’t be getting a reward.” He tapped against the wet spot. “Look at that. So fucking hard and dripping just from having your ass spanked raw. Greedy little thing.”
My face burned hotter than my ass. I couldn’t look at him. All I could do was stand there trembling, cock twitching under his fingers.
Then he put me inside the car.
A while later, I sat in the passenger seat, wincing with every tiny shift of my body.
Every bump on the drive back had made me bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
I kept my hands clenched tightly in my lap, staring straight ahead through the windshield as we pulled up in front of my small house.
I didn’t even want to know how he found out where I lived.
Alexei turned toward me, one arm resting on the steering wheel. I glanced at him, my gaze not exactly nice - furious - but I made sure it wasn’t a glare. I didn’t want to die tonight.
His large hand shot out and grabbed my jaw as he pulled me across the center console into another kiss.
“Don’t repeat what you did tonight,” he said, his thumb brushing over my swollen bottom lip. “Next time I won’t be so nice.”
So nice? My ass was on absolute fire, and this was him being nice? I didn’t even want to imagine what him being “not nice” would look like. The thought made me shiver.
“Why do you care who I am with…?”
Alexei tilted my face up so I had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“You are mine,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious fact in the world. “You’ve been mine since that day you saw me kill on the rooftop, Malyshka. Actually even before that.”
My eyes widened. I thought it had been an unspoken rule between us, to never talk about that night on the rooftop. To pretend I hadn’t witnessed it. But apparently the rule only existed in my head.
“What… what does that mean?” I asked.
He tilted his head slightly.
I tried to repeat it. “The word you called me… Ma… malsha? Maly… shka?”
“Malyshka,” he corrected, rolling the word smoothly.
Then he yanked me even closer by my jaw, his breath warm against my lips as he whispered, “Babygirl.”
Babygirl???
I’m not a girl. I’m not - so why did that make something warm bloom deep in my stomach? I yanked myself back and fumbled for the door handle.
I practically fell out of the car as I hurried up the short path to my front door. What was wrong with me? God… I got even harder when he called me babygirl and I knew he noticed.
I needed help.