Chapter 11
PAVEL
" P ut your hands on the table," I demanded, and Alina froze against me.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered.
"You ran from me last night. And even now, when I have you trapped, you fight me." I brushed her hair to one side of her body, revealing her breast to my gaze in the mirror.
Her soft skin and delicate curves were a contrast to the hard lines of my black suit.
"You haven't quite grasped the severity of your situation," I said, placing my hand on her hip and running my fingers from the cheap fabric of her garter up to the soft skin of her stomach.
I traced the line of her curves. The hollow of her stomach was a little concerning, but not surprising. Any woman having the money for a good meal wouldn't be working here.
Slowly, methodically, I smoothed my fingers up higher, over her rib cage to the swell of her generous breasts.
"What are you going to do to me?" she said with a gasp as her nipple hardened even more under the attention of my fingers.
"Whatever I want," I answered honestly, and a low whimper sounded in the back of her throat. "Right now, I need to make sure you understand what happens when you are a bad girl."
Her lids sank closed for a moment, and I studied her expression in the mirror. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her thin stomach flexed. She was scared and trying desperately not to show it.
She was so brave. Too bad it was too late for that to help her.
Her wide, shimmering brown eyes flashed open and darted to the mirrors lining the wall, focusing on her own reflection, as if she could somehow disappear into it. She gave a tiny, barely perceptible shake of her head.
A silent plea on her lips.
Soon she would realize the only plea I would ever accept would be the one where she begged for more.
I exhaled, slowly and deliberately, as I unbuckled my belt with an unhurried flick of my wrist.
The soft leather slid free, the sound slicing through the thick pulsing tension in the room. "I won't repeat myself, moy kotyonochek . The more you fight it, the worse it'll be."
She let out a tiny whimper, still staring at herself in the mirror. Still not moving.
"But by all means," I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "let's make this much, much worse. "
Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as she turned, her movements stiff and mechanical as she pressed her palms against the cool wood of the low table.
The muffled bass from the club beyond the curtain, more noticeable now that our sound system fell silent, was a constant reminder of how exposed we were.
Although I knew no one would dare enter.
Not unless they wanted a bullet between the eyes.
Her back arched down in a graceful slope, as she bent practically in half to rest her weight on her palms.
The tiny black G-string was the only thing preventing me from seeing her pussy and that tight little hole between her cheeks.
I stepped behind her, absorbing the sight of her submission—or at least what she was willing to give for now. I would break her soon enough.
Her feet were together, her thighs tensed and clamped closed, as if that was going to save her. With her head angled up as it was, her hair fell over each of her shoulders, shielding her breasts, and her eyes never left my reflection, tracking my every expression and movement.
Good. Let her see my appreciation, my hunger for her body. Let her see what was coming. It wouldn't stop a damn thing.
I lifted the belt, folded it in half and then ran the smooth edge down the center of her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine.
She shivered, but refused to make a sound, or look away.
My little kitten was still trying to act brave.
"You were a very bad girl," I said, dragging the leather lower, just along the small of her back. "You were told to stay where you were. Instead, you disobeyed my command, running from me like that last night. And you took something that wasn't yours."
Alina's shoulders tensed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. Her words were sweet, innocent, and so very fake. She wasn't sorry, yet. But she was about to be.
"And what are you sorry for?"
"Taking the gun and running?"
"Oh?" I taunted. "Not sorry for hiding in a closet?"
I pressed the belt flat against her lower back, the slight tremble in her frame sending small vibrations through the leather. From the way she clenched her fists against the wooden table, she seemed to be bracing for the inevitable.
"That too," she gasped. "I'm sorry I ever took that job."
"That's not good enough. You and I have a little problem, Alina," I said, caressing the soft leather over the tight swell of her ass.
"No, we don't." Her voice quivered, even though the sound was barely more than a whisper. "I promise I'll be good. I won't tell anyone."
I leaned down, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear. "You saw something you shouldn't have seen."
Her breath hitched. She held it for a moment before letting it go in a shaky exhale. I ran my hand over the impossibly soft skin of her hip, loving the way she flinched under my touch but already knew enough not to pull away.
"And now," I continued, keeping my voice soft, but my tone firm like silk-wrapped steel. "Now it's my job to do something about that little problem."
I stared at her reflection as she squeezed her eyes shut again and another tear fell, leaving a gray, mascara-stained trail down her cheek.
I reached out and caught it with my thumb, tracing that damp path. A gentle touch. A touch that from another man would soothe, would show some type of caring affection.
That wasn't what I was doing.
"Shhh," I cooed, my grip tightening around her hip just enough to remind her who was in control. " I'm not going to kill you…yet."
Her entire body stilled. I wasn't sure if it was fear, anticipation, or maybe something else?
I straightened, gripping the belt once more. Her bare thighs clenched in her fight against that instinct to run from me.
"Do you want to live, Alina?" I asked, stroking the belt over her delicate flesh.
She mumbled something.
"I can't hear you. Do you want to live?" I dragged the belt against the backs of her thighs, her muscles twitching in response.
"Yes, I want to live."
"Good girl, then take your punishment."
My hand snapped forward, and the belt cracked across her ass, leaving a beautiful pink stripe.
She cried out, arching forward, her nails digging into the wood.
I tilted my head, admiring the instant blush blooming across the pale skin of her ass, and when I looked into the mirror at her, the same blush graced the tops of her cheekbones.
I left stripe after stripe across her ass cheeks and her thighs, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to leave more marks on her lower back, but that fucking G-string and garter were in the way. With one hand, I reached out and grabbed the flimsy fabric and ripped it from her body.
She had been hiding secrets.
That flimsy little G-string pulled away from her and it was soaked.
Alina would never admit it. She didn't need to; her body revealed all of her shameful little secrets. She liked this, or at least a part of her did.
I held the damp panties up to my nose, breathing in the sweet musky scent that was all her arousal, then tucked the fabric into my pocket for later.
My attention back on her, I left another series of lashes across her body.
God, I wanted to take out my cock and fuck her right there. Hard and fast until she screamed my name so loudly the entire building knew she was mine.
But I didn't.
The first time she came on my cock, I wanted her looking me in the eye and begging for it.
Part of me wanted to shield her from prying eyes, yet here I was, marking her in this semi-public space. The contradiction gnawed at me, but my need to dominate her overrode everything else.
A drop of arousal slid down her pussy lips, glistening in the low light, and my cock demanded I take her. She was ready. She needed to be fucked hard. Alina needed my cock deep inside her, and she needed it strong and brutal.
Instead, I grabbed the gun. The long, thin barrel would work perfectly. I stood behind her and waited for those beautiful, gold-flecked eyes to open and watch me again.
When she looked at me, she moved to stand, and I put my left hand on her back to keep her in position. I lifted the gun with my right and showed her the barrel.
Her eyes went wide as I lowered it and placed the muzzle against her soaked opening.
She shook, and her thighs trembled as she started to cry again.
"Push back onto the gun," I demanded.
She shook her head no.
"It wasn't a question. Do it now."
She pushed back a little, then leaned forward. The barrel barely breached her lips. I doubted it went inside of her.
"Take it all. You can do it, or I can fuck you with it. I would hate for my fingers to get slippery."
Her shoulders trembled and she pressed her lips tight to stop another sob from breaking free.
To my complete fascination, she pushed back. The muzzle disappeared deep inside her, then she rocked forward.
Fuck, this was the hottest, most fucked-up thing I had ever seen.
"Spread your legs," I demanded, kicking her feet apart. "I want you to take it all and take it deep."
The movement lowered her body a few inches but put her hips in a much better position. Her ass cheeks spread wide, and I could see everything. Everything from her tight little puckered hole to her cunt greedily pulsing around my gun.
God, this greedy little pussy was going to feel so good milking my cock.
She could fight it all she wanted, but I knew the truth.
My babygirl liked this. I needed to be sure she couldn't deny it later. The shame needed to mark her, just as intensely as my belt had. I angled the gun down so the muzzle pressed against her G-spot. She was going to come apart for me.
I knew the second I had the gun in the right position.
Alina's body shuddered with a deep moan she wasn't able to hold in.
"That's right, fuck this gun, pretend it's my cock pushing deep inside you."
Her face screwed up tight, her lips clamped together, and her nails pressed little divots into the cheap wood varnish on the table.
"I think you would prefer my cock, wouldn't you? You swallowed it so well last night. If you had done what you were told, I would have let you have it. Now you have to earn the privilege of my cock."
I knew she was getting close.
"Show me how badly you want it. Show me you can be a good girl and earn it."
She pushed back harder, her juices dripping onto my hand. The smell of her sweet sex was maddening. I wanted to drop to my knees and lick up every drop. But I meant what I said. She was going to have to earn it .
Instead, I ran my hand over the curve of her ass, her skin still hot from the spanking she endured. Her back arched harder and when I pressed my thumb into a particularly red-hot spot, she pushed back onto the gun harder.
It was like the pain spurred her on, making her work harder for the pleasure. I was going to have to remember that.
When she came, it was with a shuddering scream that bowed her back. Her lips parted and her eyes were wide open, staring straight into mine.
I knew my reflection revealed the hunger in my eyes to her, the demand for more.
Keeping the gun buried deep inside her, I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her back hard enough she had to arch her back. Her shoulders almost reached my chest.
Slowly pulling the gun out, I leaned forward and traced the shell of her ear with my tongue, making her shiver.
"If you want to live, you have to learn how to obey. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl?"
She nodded.
It was time to move, time to utilize a necessary tool for what came next.
No one could see her face when I moved her.
I released her hair and after tucking the gun away, pulled the hood out of my back pocket and swept it over her head.