8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Natalya
I try calling Irina again but she doesn’t answer. My heart begins to pound like a battering ram against my chest as I call Sasha and Ana as well. Once again, no answer.
My mom is my last resort. Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t answer.
Uncle Denis must have their phones on lockdown. I messed everything up by trying to save my family. I never should have gone over there in the first place and I definitely should not have shot Denis at all. He’s never going to let me see my family again and I have no idea what’s happening to them.
Mikhail is in his home office when I search for him.
The sight of him behind his desk, all powerful and strong, sends a flutter to my stomach.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking of what happened at the party.
How he pushed my body. How it felt good to have people watch me in such an intimate and vulnerable position.
But I can’t let that distract me right now. Not when my family could be in danger.
“Mikhail?” I clutch my phone to my chest.
“Yes?” He glances up at me and seeing the stress on my face, sets his pen down and sits back in his seat. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t contact my family. I keep trying to call and they’re not answering.”
“Denis probably isn’t letting them have their phones.”
“I know that,” I snap. He raises an eyebrow. With an exhale, I try again without the attitude. “I know that. That’s why I need your help. I need to see my family again. You said you’d help me see them.”
“I did. But after what you did to your uncle, he’s not going to let them go anytime soon. I can’t get them, Natalya. I’m sorry.”
Tears prick my eyes and before I can stop them, they start falling down my face. “You promised me.”
“I know, baby. But I can only do so much.”
“Bullshit. You’re a powerful Bratva man. You killed for me like it was as easy as breathing. You can help me contact my family. Just so I know they’re ok.”
“Don’t cuss. I told you not to use that kind of language.”
“I don’t care right now,” I say. “I just need to know that my family is safe.”
“Then you shouldn’t have stormed in there and shot your uncle.”
“I know it’s my fault, all right? I know. But help me. You’re my husband. I agreed to marry you because I thought you could protect my entire family as well. You told me I made you proud last night at the party. So make me proud now. Do this for me.”
He walks around his desk and stands before me, not touching. I can feel the power emanating from him. “I know you’re worried right now but that does not give you the excuse to talk to me this way. Lean over my desk.”
My spine turns rigid. “What?”
“Don’t question me. Lean over my desk. Ass in the air.”
He’s going to spank me again. For cussing. For talking back to him. I thought I was allowed agency but it’s becoming more and more obvious to me that Mikhail wants complete control and I’m expected to fall in line.
A huge part of me needs this. Needs to be punished to know I’m forgiven. I need his commanding words. I need his power.
But I also have my own mind and I can’t lose it to him. I can’t lose it to anybody.
“No,” I say. “Not right now. Help me with this first.”
His lips quirk. “That’s not how this works, baby. Lean over the desk. You’ll feel better. Trust me.” His fingers skim my cheek and I can’t help but lean into his touch. “You need this.”
More tears escape me. How does he do this to me?
With shaky legs, I walk over to the desk and press my stomach into it.
Mikhail stands behind me. His presence is so strong and tough and known. I would be able to sense him anywhere, even if it wasn’t in the same room as him.
He flips my dress over my back and rips my panties down in one smooth motion. I can’t help but gasp. My backside is still sore from the spanking he gave me yesterday. It’s still hard to sit down. This is going to only make it harder.
He rests his hand on my left cheek for a second. I hold my breath. I hate this but I need this.
His hand leaves my backside and there’s an inhale of breath between the both of us right before he brings his hand back down.
I yelp from the sudden impact. It’s lot more hard than it was the first time he spanked me. I grip the desk to steady myself but I only end up knocking over papers in the process.
“Stay still,” he commands, spanking me again. The sound is more vulgar in his office than it was in our bedroom. There’s no hiding in here, under the brighter light.
“I’m sorry,” I sob as he continues to spank me over and over and over again. The pain is becoming unbearable. “I’m sorry. I just need to see my family.”
“And I need you to trust me to handle this.” Spank. “You need to learn to let go.” Spank. “I thought you knew how but you’ve disappointed me this morning, baby.” Spank.
I keep crying as he keeps spanking me. The pain of this is going to last longer than just physical scars.
It’s going to leave a pain in my chest until Mikhail forgives me.
Until I can forgive myself for what I did to my family.
They’re in more danger now because of me. The guilt is eating away at my mind.
“Don’t cuss,” he says, slapping my backside in quick succession. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” I sob, pressing my cheek hard against the desk. It’s cool and helps put out the flames inside of me.
“Good.” A hard spank that makes me gasp. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
“Yes.”
His hand is relentless. “Good. Now, I’m going to spank you once more and then you’re forgiven. But you need to change your attitude. No coming into my office and making demands of me. I know what’s best. I know how to take care of you. I saved you from marrying Antoni, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“Good.” He stands back and lifts his hand and I brace myself. The last slap is the worst. My backside is already sore and bruised and red. It can’t take anymore.
I can’t stop the scream that leaves me from the spank.
But then it’s all over.
Mikhail runs his hands over my backside, gently rubbing the pain away. The aftercare he was talking about before. This is his way of forgiving me.
“I’m sorry,” I sob. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, baby.” His gentle tone makes me cry harder. “Let it all out. Your fear. Your worry. And let me handle it. I’ll see what’s happening to your family. Today. I’ll get you answers but they may not be answers you’ll like.”
“I just need to know.”
“I understand.” His hands move down to my inner thighs and he spreads my legs wider. “Your ass looks lovely all red like this. If we keep this up, you wont be able to sit for a week.”
“You don’t have to spank me.”
“But you feel better, don’t you?”
“I do,” I say. I can’t believe that I do. He’s so good at taking the pain from me. As the oldest sister, I had to hold in so much growing up when it came to my younger sisters. I had to be the rock for them whenever our parents couldn’t be.
But now, it’s freeing to let go. It’s freeing to have someone else handle all my stress and fears.
He slides his fingers upward, towards my vulva. I gasp when his fingers find my nub.
“It’s swollen, baby,” he murmurs. “Did the spanking turn you on?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t realize…”
“It’s ok. I can see that you’re a little wet. Why don’t we get you more wet? Make you feel even better?” He begins to run his fingers back and forth over my bud. My hips begin to undulate of their own accord. It feels heavenly after what he just put me through.
“You look so good like this,” he says. “Ass red from my hand. Inner thighs trembling from pleasure. Your pussy wet for me.” He rubs me harder, making me gasp and shake.
The power he has over my body is insane. I never knew this was possible.
My hands grip his desk to steady myself for a completely different reason now. Mikhail presses his fingers harder against my nub. The friction feels amazing. It’s just what I need after the pain he put me through.
“Mikhail,” I gasp out as my hips buck against his hand.
“That’s it, baby. Say my name as I pleasure you with my fingers. Soon it will be my mouth but I want to make that moment special. I want to make all of your firsts special.”
His finger slides down to my opening and slowly, he inserts it.
I tell my body to relax this time. I need to get used to the feeling of him being inside of me if we’re ever going to have sex.
And we will have sex one day. That much is obvious.
The pleasure Mikhail wrings from my body is hard to ignore.
He slides his finger deeper and deeper inside of me. I cant hold back the moan that leaves my lips.
“You sound so fucking sexy when I touch you like this,” he says, moving his finger inside of me. With the combination of that and his other fingers on my nub, I can barely think. From pain to pleasure. It’s all too much.
“You’re completely at my mercy,” he continues, rubbing me harder, his finger moving in deeper.
My throat chokes on my next moan.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”
My hips buck against his hand as whimpers escape me. My hands clutch at the desk with all my might. The sensations he wracks from my body are so intense, I can barely think straight. It’s almost scary how intense it all is.
But I need to trust Mikhail. He’s my husband now. He knows exactly how to make me feel good and forgiven. I need to trust that he’ll take care of me.
His entire palm presses against my whole vulva. The friction of it is just what I need.
I roll my hips around, not even caring that I look wild. I’m no longer acting like a lady. In ballet, movement is all about structure and technique. It’s rigid. It’s precise.
But right now, movement is about letting go. Freedom. Pure sexual desire.
“Mikhail,” I whisper as an intense pleasure rips right through my entire body. I shake and tremble and moan and grip his desk tighter.
He doesn’t stop touching me as I ride out my orgasm. In fact, he seems to spur it on even more.
It’s only until I slump against his desk that he removes his hand from between my legs.