Chapter 6
Six
Sofie was trembling. It wasn’t cold—though she wasn’t exactly warm standing here in her underwear. It wasn’t fear. She knew what it was like to be so terrified that her body shook with it, and this wasn't that.
No, this trembling was anticipation. Nervousness too, but mostly anticipation. The hot, dark excitement that rolled in her, mixing with the desperate arousal and the reality of the forbidden made her feel like a different person. The next evolution of the person she'd chosen to be when she agreed to the heist with Colette.
And now she was going to get a spanking.
Andrei rolled up his shirt sleeves, and Sofie had to swallow hard to hide her reaction to the precise calculated tug and fold of him slowly revealing some skin. She'd seen plenty of women talking on the Internet about a man's forearms in a rolled-up dress shirt, and while she'd intellectually appreciated that beauty could be found in the most unexpected places, she hadn't herself seen the appeal.
Now she understood. Or maybe it was that she only understood when it was Andrei's forearms.
His belt snapped as he pulled it free from his pants and her shaking increased as she watched him fold the belt, the tip and buckle and in one hand, the looped dangling from his fingers. But then, with that smirk she now recognized meant so many different things, he instead rolled the belt up and set it to the side. Finally, he took a seat on the long, low steam trunk he'd wheeled away from the wall. She was surprised to see the top give a little. It had looked like solid wood wrapped in leather but was clearly padded.
Andrei sat not in the middle but toward one end, and shifted so that he was sitting at a slight angle. There was something very deliberate about it, and she wished she knew why. She had a feeling it was important, but all her research and the hours she'd spent living vicariously through other people, were failing her.
"Angel?"
"Yes, Sir?" Saying sir came almost too easily.
"Come here."
She obeyed the command easily though the trembling didn't stop.
When she was close enough to touch him, Andrei raised one hand and twirled his finger in a circular motion. Slowly, Sofie started to turn a circle, only to have Andrei stop her with his hands on her hips when her back was to him. Sofie tensed, ready for him to touch her intimately, given that the height of the low trunk meant her ass was almost in his face.
Instead, he brushed her hair out of the way and undid the back snap of her bra.
Sofie gasped more in surprise than anything, and instinctively reached up to cover her breasts with her palms, holding the cups of the bra in place.
"Hands down." Now, there was bite in the command, a hint of disapproval or disappointment.
Sofie swallowed a sound of distress. She wasn't distressed because she was worried; she realized she was upset because he was disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Sir." Sofie dropped her arms and the strapless bra tumbled to the floor. She stared down at it, remembering when she'd bought it online, paying slightly more to get the one with pretty lace overlay, even though she knew no one would ever see it.
"That's all right," he murmured. "I already have plans to remind you not to hide what's mine."
Andrei's hands slid from her hips up her naked sides. When the backs of his fingers rubbed along the insides of her upper arms, Sofie instinctively raised them to get her arms out of his way. Not sure what to do with her hands, she awkwardly stacked her palms on top of her own head.
"Fingers laced together behind your neck," he commanded. "Under your hair so I still have access to that."
It was a relief to be given instructions, and Sofie readily obeyed, sliding her hands under her hair and lacing her fingers together so she was cupping the back of her neck.
Andrei's hands continued up, his fingers finally brushing the outer curves of her breasts.
Then his hands slid forward cupping her breasts as his thumbs stroked once over her nipples.
Sofie sucked in air between her clenched teeth and arched her back pressing harder into his palms as pleasure gripped her and refused to let go. It felt as if her nipples were connected to every nerve ending in her body and every pleasure center in her brain.
"Did that hurt?" Andrei sounded genuinely concerned, and Sofie closed her eyes as her cheeks heated embarrassment.
"No, Sir. I didn't expect it to feel that good. I won't overreact again." She was already embarrassed, so she might as well be honest. Plus, she was no good at lying anyway.
"No." He gently squeezed her tits to emphasize the command. "Never hide or mute a reaction. I told you I want to know what you're thinking and feeling."
"Okay," she whispered in a smaller voice.
The lingering embarrassment vanished when he did it again, thumbs bumping over her nipples. This time, it wasn't as intense, but she did let out a happy little moan.
"Face me." Andrei released her only long enough for her to turn, and then he gripped her breasts once more, palms cradling the undersides.
Sofie didn’t realize she’d closed her eyes until he said, “Watch.”
She opened her eyes, gaze locked on her own breasts.
Andrei delicately placed the pad of each thumb directly on the tip of each nipple and then rolled them. He worked her nipples like they were tiny toggles of a delicate machine, the movements precise and small but exquisitely acute.
“Closer,” he commanded.
Sofie inched forward, until she was between his spread thighs.
“Watch.”
She had been watching, but now her gaze jumped to his face, and the naked desire in his expression made her breath catch. She’d read that the greatest aphrodisiac was knowing your partner desired you.
She’d found that idea odd, that being wanted in turn made one want, until now. Andrei looked at her, as if he would come apart, and she in turn felt nearly desperate in her arousal. For a moment, she felt the power shift from him to her as she stood all but naked before him, looking down on him as he worshiped her breasts.
“Now bend down and give me a taste.”
The power slid back to him as she obeyed, hesitantly bending at the hips until her breasts were near his face. He didn’t let go of her tits as she moved, though his thumbs shifted off her nipples.
With a soft tug to one tit, he had her twisting just enough that her nipple brushed first his cheek, and then his lips.
She saw that full lower lip curve up in a smile before he captured the tip of her breast in the warm heat of his mouth.
Sofie closed her eyes and moaned as he sucked gently at her nipple before tonguing it. When he held her nipple with his teeth, she stilled, and when he bit down enough to cause soft pain, she whimpered.
He tugged on her nipple, the vice of his teeth inescapable, before releasing her and soothing the hurt with his tongue.
Then, "You have very sensitive nipples." He covered her breasts with his hands, her nipples now nestled against the warmth of his palms. "And before you say anything, I am not looking for you to apologize or explain. I'm merely getting to know my new plaything."
"I'm your plaything?"
"Yes. But you're also my bad girl, aren't you?"
Sofie nodded eagerly.
His low chuckle of appreciation made her feel soft and warm.
Then his tone took on a harder note. "But you have been bad, Sofie."
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry for not being naked."
"That's right, because when you're with me, I want you naked. I won't order you to follow high protocol and keep those pretty thighs spread, but I do expect that when I reach for your pussy if it's not easily accessible, you move to make sure I can touch you. If that means spreading your legs, then you do that. If that means bending over, I expect you to do that too."
Sofie's vagina clenched in response to his words. And she felt fresh arousal fluid soak in to the small gusset of the thong she wore.
The white thong. That had probably turned dark as she saturated the fabric. He once more used his grip on her breasts to turn her the other way, bringing her tit to his mouth rather than moving his head.
The issue of the wet thong was dealt with almost as soon as she thought of it, and before she could blush.
Andrei released her breasts, hooked a finger over the thin hip straps, and yanked her panties down around her knees.
Sofie gasped at the rough, quick removal.
Andrei once more splayed his hand across her belly, but this time, his thumb rested at the very top of her slit.
"What did I just tell you, Sofie?"
There was a threat and a warning in his voice, and she realized she loved it when he sounded like that. When that little hint of fear crept in.
Sofie stepped back so she was no longer in the cage of his knees, and spread her feet. The thong pulled tight in the space between her knees, and the cool air against her hot flesh made her shiver.
With a casualness that made her feel like his plaything, Andrei slid his thumb along the seam of her sex. With his palm cupping her mons, his thumb pressed up, parting her labia. She moaned in the guttural need, hips thrusting toward him. The tip of his thumb nudged her entrance and she wanted him in there. Whatever part of him he was willing to thrust into her, she would take. His thumb, his fingers, his tongue, his cock. She knew she wouldn't get his cock, but it didn't stop her from wanting it.
Instead, his thumb slid up the warm, wet valley of her sex to gently press against her clit.
Sofie's knees went weak and she nearly buckled. She had to drop her hands and brace them against her shoulders, their foreheads nearly touching as pleasure washed over her in soft shallow waves.
"Did you just orgasm?"
Sofie shook her head, wishing she knew how to interpret the tone he'd used when asking that question. "No. No, I don't think so. That felt really good but it wasn't the same as when I touch myself."
"All right, Angel. Even if you did, I wouldn't blame you. I'm still getting to know the best ways to touch you."
"If I orgasm without permission, you won't punish me?"
"I didn't say that…"
Sofie leaned far enough away that she could look at him, and the devil’s own smirk that curved his lips made her smile in return.
"That doesn't make any sense," she insisted. "If I come without permission, you won't blame me, but you will punish me?"
"Makes perfect sense to me."
This whole time, his hand had stayed on her, his arm twisted oddly so that his palm remained pressed against the fleshy top of her sex, his thumb still buried between her labia. But he was no longer directly touching her clit, thanks to the way she'd moved in reaction to the first touch.
Now, he slowly dragged the pad of his thumb up, only to veer just before he touched her clit.
"That's mean, Sir," she insisted.
"No, Angel, that's sadistic. And now that I know exactly how sensitive you are, it's time for my bad girl to get her punishment."
Andrei removed his hand from her sex and gripped her hips, forcing her back another step. When he released her, she could feel the wet mark his thumb had left.
"Naked," he barked.
Sofie wiggled her legs so the thong dropped around her ankles then stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.
Andrei nodded once in approval then repositioned himself on the trunk. He was sitting so that his right side was in line with one end of the trunk, though he'd turned slightly to the left. His right knee was bent, foot firmly planted.
He patted his thigh. "Over my knee for your spanking, Sofie."
Sofie shifted to stand beside him and hesitated, not sure how to actually go about this. Did she put her stomach on his leg? Her hips? And where should she put her hands?
Sofie looked at him rather helplessly, but his face had turned into a stern mask. They stood there for an awkward moment, her unwilling to make a move when it might be the wrong one and derail the spanking she so desperately wanted.
She'd been hoping he'd give her specific instructions but got something even better.
Andrei grabbed her and yanked her down over his lap. An arm under her ribs just below her breasts helped guide her fall. She landed with her upper body on the padded top of the trunk beside his left hip, her upper thighs on his leg, her feet sticking out awkwardly.
Andrei grabbed her hips and yanked her back until her hips rested on his thigh. She yelped as her tits dragged across the leather, scrambling to help shift back, once she realized what he was doing.
The new position allowed her legs to bend, and she braced her toes on the cold floor. Now, the way he’d positioned himself half turned made sense, as it allowed most of her upper body to rest on the trunk beside where he sat. She was relatively comfortable, though her leg muscles were tense in an effort to keep herself in place on his thigh.
Andrei’s hand slid along her bare back, over her ass, down the back of her thigh to touch the crease of her knee.
His hand felt far bigger and harder now than it had when he was cupping her breasts and touching her softly.
Nervous anticipation brought back the fine trembling. He must had felt it.
“Cold or scared?”
“Neither. Nervous.”
“This will hurt,” he said resolutely, and perverse arousal flooded her.
“I know, Sir.”
“You need it, don’t you, bad girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you’re going take your bad girl punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”
Sofie closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing as his words washed over her.
“You’re going to stay right here on my lap while I spank this pretty ass. You can cry, tell me it hurts, and wiggle all you want, because that won’t stop me.”
His hand continued the long, firm strokes over her naked body.
“If the pain is too much, or if you get truly scared, you tell me immediately. And when I ask you how you’re doing or what you’re feeling, you answer me honestly. Understand?”
He pinched her butt when she didn’t response fast enough.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.” Another long stroke of his hand. “And when I tell you to spread your legs so I can play with your pussy?—”
Sofie had her thighs spread, toes once more braced on the floor, before he was done talking.
“See? You are my good girl, aren’t you, Angel?” He reached between her legs and stroked her labia with two fingers.
Sofie pressed backward in frustration, wanting his fingers deeper. Wanting the fingers between her pussy lips on her clit, or thrust up inside her.
“Sir, please…”
“Punishment first. Then pleasure.”
He gripped her thigh, pulling her legs closed and making a few small adjustments to her posture.
He stroked her a few more times, and she mentally settled in for more soft touches and talking.
The first swat to her left ass cheek took her by surprise. Sofie shrieked in pain as heat flared across her skin. The second swat to the other cheek was just as hard.
Sofie went still as Andrei started to spank her in earnest.
Spankings hurt.
Her shock at the pain held her in place as his hand moved around her ass and upper thighs, until every inch had experienced that stinging pain.
Then he started hitting previously spanked spots, and she couldn’t hold still any longer.
“Ouch, ouch!” Sofie’s feet kicked up as he continued to spank her. The quickly faded sting turned into a burning sensation that lingered.
“No,” Andrei commanded sharply when one particularly hard swat along the lower curve of her ass had her reaching back in a desperate attempt to cover her bottom with her hand.
Gripping her wrist, he forced her hand to the small of her back, holding it there.
“These next six are for trying to hide from your punishment.”
Sofie stopped breathing as he hit her ass.
Hard.
He left behind heat and pain that sunk deeper into her than any of the spankings before it had. This then was a real punishment spanking.
It hurt, and she wanted it to stop, yet…
Yet she didn’t.
Sofie pressed her forehead hard against the cushion and whimpered as he spanked her with that same ruthless force five more times. The sound of each blow echoed off the glass walls, yet the sound was muffled.
A soft, floaty feeling had slid over Sofie. She no longer tensed and jumped with each spank, even after he praised her and went back to the gentler but not gentle spanks of before.
Heat spread from her ass to the rest of her body. She felt warm and soft all over. Well, everywhere but her butt, which felt raw and hot.
A soft muffled feeling muted everything except the feel of his hands and the sound of his voice.
In all the world, it was only them. Two figures on a canvas where the background hadn’t yet been sketched in. They were alone in a vast, soft whiteness, with no place or time to anchor them down or pull them apart.
He released her wrist, and she tensed her arm muscles to keep her arm across her back the way he wanted it.
“Turn your head.”
She did, blinking open watery eyes as he brushed her hair away from her face.
“How do you feel, Sofie?”
“Floaty,” she said on a sigh as the backs of his fingers brushed her cheek.
His fingers went still, and maybe if she hadn’t felt so soft and floaty, she would have worried about that.
“And your pretty ass?”
“Hurts.”
His chuckle made her smile.
“I need more than that, Angel.”
“It feels hot and achy. It’s not stinging anymore though.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, and she felt the praise all the way down to her toes.
“You slipped into subspace beautifully,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you to go quiet on me.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
“Okay.” He stroked her ass once more. “Then get on your knees so I can fuck your mouth.”