11. Lexi
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LEXI
The sharp crack of the belt lands hard, making me cry out.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, breath hot against my ear.
To my surprise, there’s the strangest thrill in the pain. When the belt connected with my skin, an entirely new sensation coursed through me. “No,” I gasp softly.
A hint of a smile creeps into the corner of his mouth, as if he is loving my response.
Smack! Another sting on my ass ignites a thrill, then his hands glide over my back, soothing and massaging me. I can’t decide which I cherish more, the exhilarating spanking itself or his tender touch afterward.
“That’s enough for tonight. I don’t want to leave you damaged.”
I should feel relieved, but instead, an odd sense of disappointment washes over me.
Valentin lifts me into his arms, our chests pressing together as he tilts my chin to meet his gaze. Up close, I can see shimmering flecks of gold in his dark eyes. Though he’s more than twenty years my senior, not a single line on his face detracts from his dangerous appeal.
“You should have just asked, Krasotka. I would have happily brought you along as my date.”
I laugh, bitter and sharp. “Yeah, that would have been easier.”
His lips curl slightly in a half-smile. “And yet, here you are, naked and ready for me to punish you for misbehaving.”
“Valentin,” I plead, my voice trembling with fear. “What are you going to do with me?”
In a swift motion, he spins me around, pressing my back against his chest. His fingers wrap around my throat, not squeezing but holding me firmly in place. The unexpected movement knocks all the breath from my lungs, and I lean back into him, desperately gasping for air.
“You’re going to let me fuck you, however I want,” he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous murmur. “And maybe if I’m satisfied, I might not kill you tonight.”
My mouth goes dry, and my heart pounds so hard he can surely hear it.
“Tell me to stop, Lexi.” Then he delivers a sharp slap to my backside with his free hand, his palm gliding over the warm redness left by his belt, and he strikes it again. “I dare you.”
His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Tell me not to fuck you the way I want to. Say it.”
I bite my lip, my pussy aching and exposed, and I tell him what he wants to hear. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“Good little slut,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, his welcome praise sending a surge of heat coursing between my legs.
I lean forward as he slowly enters me, stretching me just at the edge of discomfort, a sensation that swiftly melts into pure pleasure. He leans down and tenderly kisses the nape of my neck. “Just relax,” he whispers softly in my ear, teasingly sucking on my earlobes.
He’s so thick that I need a moment to adjust to his size.
He moans softly as he draws me in deeper. “That’s it.”
He thrusts upward, making me gasp. “Oh, God.” Another powerful thrust follows. “Valentin,” I whisper through almost clenched teeth.
His fingers press against my clit, driving me swiftly toward the edge, and I press back against his hand, craving more friction. “Not yet.” He pulls his hand away, leaving me longing for a sense of relief. “I’m not done with you.”
He pushes me onto the bed, my chest sinking into the mattress. With a firm grip, he captures my arms behind my back and secures my wrists with his belt.
His fingers entwine in my hair as he presses my face down and pulls my hips up toward him. With his hand on my waist, he thrusts upward forcefully, making me cry out.
The mattress shifts with his thrusts, the headboard crashing hard against the wall. He holds me tightly, rendering me unable to move, a hand pressing firmly against my upper back.
He leans down, his nose against my cheek, his free hand gripping my hair. “I can feel your pretty cunt tightening around me.”
One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit, his fingers beginning to travel a widening circle on my clit. He rubs me frantically, and I chase the building pleasure inside me right to the edge, trying not to fall over.
“Look at me,” he murmurs softly in my ear.
I struggle to open my heavy eyelids, finally locking onto his piercing gaze.
“Who do you belong to now?” he teases, his fingers dancing around my entrance.
“I belong to you,” I whisper hoarsely, thighs pressing together, fighting against the overwhelming, threatening tide of explosion.
His smile is menacing. “Now, say my name.”
“Valentin,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Try again.”
“Daddy!” I cry out as he drives into me with renewed force.
He slows his thrusts deliberately, pushing deep and lingering for a moment. With a teasing lick on my ear, he murmurs, “That’s it, Krasotka. Come for Daddy.”
His words ignite a rush of dark pleasure that encases my body. The orgasm surges through me with an overwhelming intensity. I throw my head back as all my inner muscles tighten around him, and waves of ecstasy wash over me.
With a trembling breath, he holds my throat firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Just like that.”
He tenses within me, whispering my name softly against his throat. With a single swift motion, he turns me over, my hands still bound behind my back as I shift to my side.
He positions himself above me, guiding his hand rhythmically along his shaft while the tip gently rests on my tongue, my mouth parted to receive him.
“Make Daddy come.” His finger spreads my lips apart, and I open my mouth wide for him.
I suck him hard. He draws out of my mouth and quickly shoves himself back in.
Our eyes meet, and there’s such hunger in his gaze as he fucks my throat. He wants me as much as I want him. His cock thickens in my mouth, and I suck him through his release.
He squeezes my cheeks, his hands holding my mouth shut, and my jaw goes rigid.
As the pressure mounts in my throat, I struggle to breathe and find myself choking when I swallow his cum.
“Good girl,” Valentin says, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Good girl,” he repeats.
He unties me, and I leap to my feet, eager to rush to the bathroom. But he catches my wrist, pulling me back onto the bed. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
We lie in the damp sheets from what we just did, my body resting against his while we both breathe heavily. His hands, once so demanding, now gently caress my back. “You are the most amazing birthday gift I could ever ask for.”
I remain silent, simply savoring the sound of his heartbeat against my ears.
He releases a heavy sigh, a sound that should be resonating with victory after everything he’s just made me endure.
However, I notice his jaw clenching as he locks eyes with me, revealing a deeper conflict.
In an instant, he pulls me tightly against his chest, as if to convey that he may never let me go again.
I gaze at him for a long moment, letting my hand brush over his stubble jaw and feeling the rough texture against my palm.
I should feel afraid of him, the Brigadier, but instead, I’m experiencing a complex swirl of emotions that I don’t have time to sort out.
“I should leave,” I say, even though every part of me wishes to stay.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Sleep with me tonight.”
I close my eyes for a moment, long enough to fall asleep in the arms of the man who intends to kill me later.
I wake abruptly, my hand instinctively reaching for the empty space beside me where he should be. My fingers tremble over the cold sheets, as pieces of last night flash through my mind. I sit up suddenly, and a sharp pain in my temple pulsates, like a second heartbeat.
“Valentin,” I call softly, but there’s no response.
As I rise from the bed, many tender bruises are beginning to emerge on my hips. And as I pause at the bedroom doorway, I find a delightful surprise waiting for me there.
The dining table in the hotel room is overflowing with food. I walk over, savoring a juicy strawberry and pouring myself a cup of coffee.
That’s when I spot a note:
I paid for the weekend. Order as much room service as you want. If you want to extend your stay, they have my card. See you soon, Krasotka.
I press my lips to the piece of paper and breathe in its scent. It reminds me of him, causing my heart to race and a smile to light up my face.
Holding the note, I sink into the softest mattress on which I’ve ever slept.
I should probably head back home, but honestly, who would choose a lumpy couch over this sumptuous place? I lean back against the headboard and turn on the television, savoring my small gift.
“See you soon, Daddy Brigadier.”