Chapter 14
Ani strides into the penthouse ahead of me like she didn’t just move in this morning.
Her heels click against the floor, her posture tall, and her chin tilted in triumph.
She thinks she has won something tonight.
That sassy little sway of her hips tells me she believes the game is playing in her favor.
I’ll let her assume it… for a few more minutes.
As I hang my jacket over a barstool at the kitchen island, Ani vanishes down the hall.
Following behind her, my eyes narrow when I find the master bedroom still dark and light spilling from beneath the guest bedroom door across the hall.
When I push it open, I find her crouched in the closet, sliding a shoebox onto the shelf.
Clothes hang neatly from the hangers, and her purses are lined up like trophies on display.
Every shred of her life has been put away in here.
Defiance dressed in bubblegum pink and designer dresses.
She shoots upright, and her back stiffens when she realizes I’m standing in the doorway. Slowly, she turns to face me with her arms folded and chin still tilted high. “I put everything away. Just like you instructed.”
“In the wrong room.” My voice is even—too even—the kind of calm that should make her nervous.
Her lips twitch into a smug purse. “You weren’t specific.”
I stare at her for a moment, letting the electric silence stretch between us. Unable to hold it back any longer, a low laugh breaks free from my chest. I step inside, closing the door behind me. “You think you’re clever. Don’t you?”
“I know I am.”
“Cute.” Slowly, I drag my gaze over her—that tiny pink dress clinging to her petite curves, lipstick still perfect from dinner, and eyes flashing with defiant challenge. I stalk closer, and she retreats, but her eyes maintain their brazenness. And that’s what makes her so fucking addictive.
I circle her like a predator, her eyes watching me with unease.
After a brief pause I spin her abruptly and push her forward, roughly bending her over the neatly made bed.
Her palms splay across the dusty-pink comforter.
I yank her skirt high over her firm ass, and her breath sputters.
The black lace she was hiding beneath the short dress barely covers anything, and my cock twitches instantly.
“You’ll have to forgive me,” I snicker. “I’m all out of newspaper. ”
My hand comes down hard across her ass cheek.
The sharp crack and her surprised cry fill the room.
She shoves her chest from the bed in protest. With a little force, I spread my palm across the middle of her back, pressing her back to the mattress and holding her in place.
The second strike lands harder—hard enough that her hips buck and her fists ball the sheets—and this time, the sound that escapes her is only partly in protest.
“You’re a naughty little pet, aren’t you?” My voice roughens as I spank her again, the curve of her ass quickly flushing beneath my hand. I swing again, and a groan escapes her. She clenches her thighs tightly together, as if she can hide how wet she already is.
“Fuck you,” she spits, but the sharp edge she was intending is as dull as a plastic knife.
“Oh, don’t worry,” I gravelly whisper, tugging her panties to her knees and revealing her glistening cunt. “Daddy will teach you how to behave, fucking the obedience into you if I have to.”
She shivers, a sharp inhale and unsteady exhale trembling over her lips, at my promise.
I stroke her slick pussy with my thumb, spreading her open just enough to feel how soaked she already is.
My naughty pet likes my hand across her ass.
Giving her what she wants, I swing twice in quick succession.
“Tell Daddy you want to be a good little pet.”
Her jaw tightens, and she stares at the mattress in stubborn silence. So fucking stubborn.
The flat of my hand connects with her ass again, causing her to gasp and collapse against the bed, her nails digging into the blanket.
I strike again, leaving a red handprint on her pinkened ass.
“Say it.” I rub my hand over her warm skin.
She whips her head to the side, her hazel eyes flash fire as she glares back at me, but her body betrays her.
Her back arches, and her hips push into my touch.
When I slide my hand lower, I find her cunt dripping for me.
My fingers teasingly circle her dripping entrance and I grit, “Say it, Ani.”
Her lips part, and the whisper that passes over them is shaky and broken.
“I’m sorry… I… want to be… a good little pet.
” Her words nearly undo me, and my cock strains painfully against my zipper.
Hastily, I undo my pants one-handed. Keeping Ani pinned face down to the bed, I pull my cock free and press my thick length against her swollen pussy.
She whimpers and flexes her hips, trying to take me.
“That’s my good girl.” I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
“Fuck! Nikolai!” Her desperate cry tears through the room as she claws the sheets beneath her, the sudden stretch to accommodate me almost too much. Almost.
“No.” My palm smacks her ass again as I rut into her, hard and relentless. “Not Nikolai,” I correct. “Say it.”
Her walls clench around me like a vise, her face buried in the sheets, voice muffled but breaking as I slam into her again. “Daddy!”
The word burns through me like gasoline poured over a fire. I pound into her, each thrust deep and claiming, my cock stretching her tight pussy to the brink. Her moans turn shameless—breathless and needy.
“You’ll learn,” I grunt between thrusts, my grip bruising as I leave another handprint.
“Every time you sit tomorrow, it’ll be a reminder that you will follow my rules.
” She sobs out a moan in response. Her body tightens and her pussy quivers around me.
I spank her again and heat blooms under my palm.
She screams into the bedspread as her orgasm wrecks her.
It’s wet and messy—soaking the pants around my thighs and the blanket beneath her.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I rasp, pounding her hard and deep through her climax, demanding another before the first has even ended. Her nails tear at the sheets, her body shaking as another orgasm rips through her. Screaming into the mattress, her pussy grips me so tightly I nearly lose control.
I flip her limp and trembling body over with ease.
She is wrecked. Her hair is tangled, her lipstick and mascara are smeared, and her normally fiery eyes are glassy.
She’s fucking beautiful. “You’ll dream about Daddy teaching you to behave.
You’ll fucking beg for it.” Shoving her thighs apart, I drive inside of her again and greedily claim her mouth with mine.
I devour her moans as I fuck her raw and fast. Her hips buck up to meet every one of my savage thrusts.
“No,” she hisses breathlessly. “I’ll never beg you.”
“You will,” I growl into her ear. “It might be to let you come. Or maybe I’ll fuck you so hard and long that you’re begging me to stop. But you will beg me.
“I hate you,” she gasps as her walls convulse around me.
“I think your pussy disagrees.” I slam into her deeper, groaning at the squeeze of her cunt, growing wetter with every thrust. “Show Daddy how much you hate him.” Her sweet body betrays her, covering us both with her slick release as cries of pleasure billow uncontrollably from her lungs.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” I grit through three more thrusts, my cock twitching almost painfully as I spill my release deep inside her.
Pumping her with cum until there’s nothing left in me, I pant raggedly as it drips from where our bodies meet.
The room is filled with the smell of sex and our heavy breathing when I pull out her.
I drag my hand along her thigh—mixing her cum with mine—as I climb from the bed.
With ease, I lift her from the bed and flip her over my shoulder.
She’s satiated and boneless. Slapping my hand against her ass, I grip it possessively as I carry her the length of the hall with cum trickling down her thighs.
“You want the guest room?” I ask, pushing open the door to the master bedroom, my tone rough with satisfaction. “Fine. I’ll happily fuck you in there.”
I toss her on the king-sized bed. Her hair spills across the pillows. Holding the charcoal sheets, I pull them over the red handprints marring her otherwise perfect ass and thighs. After stripping out of my clothes, I slide into bed beside her. “As I said this morning, you will sleep in here.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The soft words groggily spill from her lips as she fights falling asleep.
Gently, I push Ani’s hair from her face and curl into my pillow. I watch her sleep as my eyes grow heavy, and for the first time since this marriage was thrown at me, I can’t help but think this might actually be better than prison.