Chapter 18
ARIA
Oh, shit.
So what if I was a little bored? I’m not a “sit around the house” kind of girl.
I like action and I want to be involved in things.
Yeah, I used the exercise equipment in his huge home gym, but that only takes so long and it got boring being there alone.
Mikhail’s been super busy catching up on work.
Apparently I’ve occupied him.
And now I’ve stepped right in it. I stare at him, dressed in a dark blue Henley that showcases every one of his gorgeous muscles. I stifle a hum of need. He’s so damn hot. What’s he doing to me? We have sex literally daily, and it’s never enough.
“What are you doing with that belt?” I ask, suddenly nervous about pushing him. Is this really the type of attention I wanted?
“You know exactly what I’m doing with this belt.” He lays it across his knees and begins to roll up his sleeves.
Oh fuck. My belly swoops at the sight of his golden skin adorned with ink, those corded muscles and bulging veins.
Fisting his belt, he stands and points to his desk with it. “Bend over my desk.”
I’m internally losing my shit. Ahhhhh!
I don’t dare disobey him. Cursing is a milder offense. Refusing to take my punishment? That’s not the type of line I want to draw with him.
Shaking, I bend over the desk and do what he says, my arms resting on the surface.
I shiver when I feel his warmth behind me, practically pressed to my back. He bends his mouth to my ear. “You’re getting five lashes for those naughty words, Aria. Then you’ll make it up to me by showing me how well you can use that mouth.”
Ahhhhhh!
I swallow and nod, unable to speak. I screw my eyes shut tight, my heart threatening to burst. He’s only ever spanked me with his hand and when he’s done…
“Count them.”
My eyes fly open as the first whistle of the belt warns me before the strike. It hurts, a sharp, intense pain, quickly taken over by a burning sensation. I swallow and choke out, “One.” My cheeks flame with embarrassment. I can’t believe I’m —
The second lash falls hard. I flinch. “Two.”
It hurts, but not as badly as I expected.
Mikhail could flail me with his brutal strength and a length of leather, but he’s carefully moderating each strike.
Still, it’s no tickle. The burning sensation intensifies.
Arousal pools in my belly when he palms my stinging ass with his free hand. “Good girl. That’s a girl.”
I hardly remember to count the third, and by the time the fourth lash lands, I’m practically blissed out.
Oh, fuck, this is incredible. It hurts, but the best kind of hurt, the kind that clears the mind and senses and grounds you fully in the present.
My clit throbs, and my pussy aches to be filled by him.
“Last one,” he says in a harsh tone. “Count.”
The hardest smack falls. “Five,” I say in a whisper because it hurts so damn much, and I want so much more.
“Let me see,” he says as he reaches for the clasp of my jeans. I intentionally chose low-cut flared jeans that I think make my ass look amazing. But at times like these…“Let me see my handiwork on your gorgeous ass.”
His massive hands circle me as he deftly unfastens my jeans and pulls them down. My body flushes with heat as he bares my ass to him.
“Khristos.”
I guess the tiny pink thong he bought me looks better than he thought it would. I thought so myself.
I moan as he comes up behind me and grips both of my hips, grinding his erection against my ass. “You look gorgeous. I can’t believe what seeing you wear my stripes does to me.” He continues to praise me in Russian, the sweet sounds more welcome with every day that passes.
My husband likes what he sees, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
“I want you, Aria,” he whispers in my ear.
“My beautiful, sexy wife. I want your pussy hugging my cock. I want to hear you scream after I’ve whipped your ass and fucked you against my desk.
I want to remember the sound and feel of you when I work. ”
Spinning me around, he lifts me and yanks the jeans and panties off. “Spread your legs for me.”
My heart’s in my throat as he kneels in front of me. I hardly know what to do with myself until he places himself between my knees and has me straddle my legs around his face.
“Such a good girl,” he says in a whisper, before he rubs his cheek against the sensitive skin of my thighs. The prickle makes my pussy throb. Nestling my feet on his shoulders, he spreads my thighs further apart. “You deserve a reward for being a good girl.” His accent’s thickened.
With a deep breath, he inhales my scent and mutters in Russian.
He leans in and first kisses the inside of one leg, then the other.
“I can taste your arousal already and it’s making me wild.
” With a low growl, he bites my inner thigh.
I scream and jump, but he holds my legs fast. “Stay right there.”
With the flat of his tongue, he licks where he bit, sending mixed vibrations all through me. I feel half wild with need and fear, the two emotions so irrevocably entwined I can hardly think straight.
“So sweet,” he whispers again, dragging his stubble along the sensitive skin. “You taste so sweet. Spread your legs and stay right where you are.”
With trembling knees, I obey. He grips my aching ass, leans in, and inhales my scent.
The first tentative press of his tongue to my clit feels like heaven. I gasp and jerk. No one’s ever done this to me before, and I’m already half-drunk. It’s so personal, so private, and yet—
So is being in his bed.
So is being over his lap.
So is riding his cock and obeying him.
I’m in so deep there’s no escaping.
He ravishes my pussy with his mouth, suckling and licking, nipping and fingering.
I’m whimpering with need with every stroke of his tongue.
Holding my gaze, he suckles my throbbing sex before lazily dragging the flat of his tongue along it again.
Just when I think I’m going to soar into climax, he lifts his mouth. My eyes fly open and meet his.
His voice is a low drawl thick with his accent. “Tell me you’ll watch that mouth of yours, Aria.”
I nod crazily. “I will, I promise, I will.”
The warmth of approval in his eyes makes my heart thump madly. “That’s my good girl. That’s what I want to hear. Such a good, obedient girl you are. Now beg me for your climax, sweet girl.”
“Please, Mikhail. Please don’t stop,” I beg in a breathy whisper, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears. My entire world is centered on the need for the release he could grant me. My voice diminishes to a plaintive whisper. “Please.”
“Please what? Who am I?” He gives another lazy stroke of his tongue that makes my hips jerk with the first spasm of orgasm. He bites out his next words. “Say it.”
“Please, Mikhail.”
The sharp rasp of his teeth against my thigh makes me scream. I bite my lip.
“Say it.”
I want to scream and fight this, the claim over who I am to him, but the desperate, carnal need for release trumps all rational thought.
“Husband. Please, husband.”
A wicked grin spreads across his face and he holds my eyes. “Good girl. I’m so pleased with you, moya zhena. Ask permission before you come on my tongue. You do not climax until I tell you.”
What?
I reach for his hair and grasp it. “Mikhail, you made me call you husband and I did!” He damn near tore it out of me. “I can’t — you can’t —ooh.”
With a groan of pleasure, he buries his face between my legs and licks me again, a sensual stroke of his mouth to my clit. He’s already made me call him husband, he won’t make me ask for permission. I won’t. I let myself go, powerless to stop.
The first wave of pleasure hits me. I can’t hold myself back, no matter his instruction.
The next stroke of his tongue sends me soaring into ecstasy. I let myself go again. “Oh, God,” I moan, half delirious with pleasure while a small voice whispers a warning in the back of my head. I disobeyed him and he won’t like that.
If he stops—
But he doesn’t. He takes one quick second for a guttural groan and curse before he’s back at my pussy, riding me through wave after wave of perfect bliss until I finally sink back to the desk, wrung out like a rag doll.
He presses a kiss to my still-throbbing pussy.
“Beautiful. You’re fucking gorgeous when you come.” Another kiss, followed by a rough growl. “Even when you’re a naughty, disobedient little wife.”
Uh oh.
“I couldn’t stop myself! You were the one who was pushing me there!”
Why is he still kneeling between my legs? I don’t trust that look he’s giving me.
“You dare to compound disobedience with talking back?” His accent is in full swing as he shakes his head at me. “That won’t do, little hacker. Not at all. It seems I haven’t fully demonstrated my demand for your obedience.”
Ah, that might not be the issue. He’s absolutely demonstrated his need. I’m the one that’s not so sure this is for me.
I bite my lip, my thundering heart slowing only slightly. Slowly, he rises. I forgot for one brief moment when he was kneeling in front of me how tall and muscular he is. Now, lying on the desk with his full height looming over me, I am very, very aware.
My heart kicks up again. Will he spank me again? Use his belt again?
Or…something worse?
With a frown and subtle shake of his head, he bends and places me over his shoulder.
“Where are we —”
The sharp crack of his hand against my ass silences me. Yeowch that hurts when he spanks me over the sore place he punished earlier, like a slap over a sunburn.
“Quiet. You disobeyed, Aria. I warned you against that.”
He did indeed. It doesn’t mean I was determined to exactly obey, though, and he ought to know that.
Does he? Was that a test?
That was absolutely a test and I failed it.
Was he looking for a reason to punish me?
Over his shoulder, I’m a little disoriented and unsure of where we’re going next. By now, I know the layout of his home so well, I know he’s heading for the bedrooms. His bedroom — ours, maybe?