Chapter 13
Thirteen
“ Y es,” I tell her honestly. It’s the truth. I don’t believe that if she was given the opportunity to run, she wouldn’t. We both know that the first chance she gets, she will be gone again.
Another small shake of her head.
“Please,” she begs. No, she pleads. Desperately. “Please believe me. You can put all the guards you want on me. Please, I won’t run away.” Her breathing picks up, her pulse quickening beneath my fingers. Her lower lip is trembling so much that it is nearly causing her teeth to chatter.
She’s not lying to me.
“Shh,” I soothe her, cupping the side of her face. “Breathe, little firecracker. It’s all right. We can work something out.”
“I can’t…” She closes her eyes, raising her chin as she swallows hard beneath my gasp. Evaline takes a deep breath, then another. It takes her a few moments, but she manages to calm herself down.
“I’m willing to work with you, Evaline,” I promise her. “We can talk about that later, but first, we need to discuss your behavior downstairs.”
I’ll let her go to school outside these walls. It goes against everything inside me to trust her, but I am willing to try. But that is something for later. Right now, I want her naked beneath me. Spread and ready. I don’t want this to be a marriage filled with vitriol and fear. I’ve seen her parents’ marriage, and I know that is something she is terrified of happening.
“Can I get up now?” she asks innocently from beneath me.
My lips tip up into a small smile. “No.” Taking both her wrists in one of my hands, I stretch them up above her head and make quick work of tying them up with my tie. The silk will be ruined, but it will be worth it to see it and remember how she looked trussed up and ready for me.
“Kenzo—” She tilts her head up to her bound hands. I don’t miss the look of apprehension on her face.
I place my finger on her lip, silencing her. Traveling down her body, I place my fingers just inside the band of her leggings and pull them down her legs, discarding them in the corner of the room.
Evaline crosses her legs, shielding her beautifully shaven cunt from my view. I slap the inside of her thigh, and she gasps, her legs automatically parting.
“Never hide yourself from me.”
She wiggles slightly on the bed in obvious discomfort at being partially naked in front of me. I run my fingers along her slick cunt, smirking at how wet she is. My utsukushī bakuchiku likes to be dominated.
Reaching up, I tear the flimsy blouse from her frame, the fabric tearing easily beneath my brute strength. Her eyes round, her pupils dilating as her mouth parts slightly in shock.
“Fuck, these tits are beautiful,” I whisper, letting my free hand pluck and play with her nipples, going back and forth from one to the other until they are both stiff little peaks. Evaline arches into my touch, a small mewl leaving her lips. “So responsive, firecracker. Such a good girl.”
I let go of her arms and lean back, giving her space to get up. Leaning back toward the headboard, I grab a pillow and hand it to her. Her brows knit as she takes it, giving me a questioning stare.
“Scoot up and lay on that pillow,” I instruct her as I stand. “Then lay over them and present your ass to me for punishment.”
“What?” She stares at me in disbelief for a moment. “You can’t…I’m…”
“I can,” I assure her, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “There are a lot of other things we could have been doing this morning, together, but you decided to throw a temper tantrum and storm off. You decided that flipping me off in the elevator was a good idea.”
Her lips tip in a sneer. “So what? Anytime I do something you don’t like, you are going to punish me?”
I lean down, placing my arms on either side of her on the bed, and press myself inches from her face. “No, baby,” I tell her. “You can do things I don’t like all you want. You can disagree with me all you want. But what you won’t do is disrespect me, and you did exactly that. Now, put that pillow beneath your stomach and present your ass to me. Because if I have to lay you over my lap, you won’t like the consequence.”
Tugging my shirt off, I toss it onto the floor near the end of the bed. My undershirt follows behind it. I toe out of my shoes and pull off my socks. Evie still hasn’t moved. She’s throwing quick glances my way, but her eyes keep slipping to my naked chest. She licks her lower lip almost unconsciously as her eyes peruse my body. I’ve worked hard to get in shape, making sure to keep my form tight and lean. It isn’t just for show.
When I’m standing in nothing more than my black pants, my hand goes to my belt. Her throat works as she watches the leather slide through the holes with a swish.
“You said you’d never hurt me,” she reminds me, holding the pillow I gave her tight to her chest like it might protect her from me. Spoiler alert: it won’t.
“This isn’t hurting you, firecracker. I assure you. This is where you will learn respect. Naughty girls who don’t behave get spankings.”
Her shoulders roll back and her spine straightens. “I am not some little girl you can spank, Kenzo. I am your wife.”
My lips curl up into a sly smile as I look down at her, my new wife. “Yes, and I am your husband,” I remind her, my voice low and authoritative. “A husband who will teach you respect. You stepped out of line, and even big girls get spankings when they don’t behave.”
The metallic clink of my belt as I fold it in my hand makes her jump, and I can’t help but grin at her reaction.
“Now.” I give her another chance, my tone firm. “Lay yourself over the pillow and accept your punishment. Then we can move on to more pleasurable things. Or will I have to force you over my lap and leave you sore, wet, and wanting?”
I watch as she bites her lower lip, contemplating her options. She always does this, tries to find a way out of any situation. It’s one of the things I love about her. She wears her emotions on her sleeve for everyone to see, if they bother to pay attention. Slowly, she dips her chin and turns to situate herself on the bed. It takes a moment for her to arrange herself, but once she does…fuck, is it a sight.
I kneel next to her, running my fingertips along her back in an attempt to soothe some of her unease. Goose bumps rise in the wake of my touch, and I have to clench my jaw tightly to control the primal urge inside me that wants nothing more than to take her right here and now. But I know better. She’s still a virgin. It makes me painfully hard knowing that I will be the only one who has ever been inside her. Jesus, the thought alone makes me nearly come in my pants like a teenage boy at prom.
I reach beside her head and gently place the belt within her line of sight. My hand trails down her back until it reaches her firm ass. My fingertips dig into the supple flesh as I try to help relieve some of my own arousal, knowing that I will have her, but not before she is ready and not before she learns her lesson.
With a swift and practiced motion, I bring my hand down in a light spank on her smooth, slightly tanned ass. She jerks with surprise, then relaxes as she realizes the gentle nature of my touch. But these initial strikes are just the beginning, meant to ready her for the true punishment to come.
“Spread your legs for me, firecracker.” Pulling one leg toward me, I watch as her back arches and her hips raise higher, exposing her glistening arousal to my eyes. With a slight adjustment, I have a perfect view of her slick folds and swollen clit. She squirms beneath my gaze, embarrassed, or perhaps desperate, for more of my touch.
I continue to deliver soft spanks to her ass, watching as it bounces under each strike. My handprint is left behind, but it is not enough. I want to see a deeper shade of pink, a more noticeable mark. Bringing my hand down harder this time, I groan at the sight of her perfectly shaven pussy, already wet with desire. A small sound escapes from Evaline’s lips, somewhere between a moan and a groan. Is she ashamed or eager for my touch?
As one hand continues to gently spank her ass, my other slides between her legs to cup and tease her sex. She instinctively presses back against me, seeking out pleasure. But she can’t see my wide grin because she’s buried her head in the covers, refusing to look at me.
“You haven’t earned that yet, wife,” I remind her as I withdraw my hand from between her thighs. “You must face your punishment.”
A disappointed mewl escapes from Evaline’s lips.
“Or perhaps you simply don’t know how to satisfy me, husband.” The taunt is quickly replaced by a sharp hiss as I smack her ass again with force, leaving a bright red blotch on her skin.
“Make no mistake, Evaline.” I grip her hair in my hand, pulling her face away from the covers so she can see me. “You will be screaming my name loud enough for the entire house to hear.”
I release her and reach for my belt, folding it in half and dragging it down her back. I let the anticipation build as I position myself behind her, wrapping my left arm around her waist.
“Wait…” She struggles to sit up, but I hold her firmly against me.
“Hold still, firecracker.” Raising my belt, I bring it down hard across both cheeks of her ass. She yelps with each strike. “Again,” I warn her before delivering another lash. She should consider herself lucky that I even bothered to prepare her at all; a belt on cold skin is three times as painful as one on warm skin.
“Fuck you!” She claws at the bedding beneath her.
“That won’t do.” The belt snaps sharply across her ass once more. She kicks out, nearly making contact with me. “Keep your legs down, or I’ll tie you to the bed and spank you until you are begging for mercy, then leave you there all afternoon.”
Evaline lets out a hoarse cry of frustration but manages to still her legs, burying her head back in the covers. For now, I allow her to hide.
“A wise choice.” I snap the leather against her skin again and again, each lash causing her thighs to tense and her ass to clench. But through it all, she makes the most beautiful moans and mewls. Her toes curl against the bed, and she shifts her legs open wider for me.
Delivering a few more hard lashes in a row without stopping, I revel in the sight of her writhing beneath me. When the final strike lands and she cries out, I drop the belt and wrap my hand around her neck, turning her toward me and covering her mouth with mine.
She tastes of salty tears and rich chocolate, a combination that is intoxicating.
The electricity between us crackles and sparks, growing stronger with each kiss. She presses her hands against my bare chest, exploring the rough patches of scars scattered across my skin. With each touch, the heat between us intensifies until our bodies are pressed tightly together. I can feel the hardness of her nipples rubbing against me, causing a surge of desire to course through me. Breaking away from her kiss, I gaze down into her eyes filled with lust and longing. Her plump lips are swollen and red from our passionate encounter, and tears glisten on her cheeks. The beast inside me yearns to claim her, to take what is rightfully mine.
Without breaking eye contact, I stand up and begin to work the buttons of my pants while pulling down the zipper. Evaline watches with hungry eyes as I reveal myself to her. Her breathing grows shallow and rapid as she takes in the sight of me. The spanking has ignited something within both of us. In a swift motion, I remove my pants and briefs, letting them fall to the floor.
“On your back,” I command, my voice thick with desire.
She quickly scrambles back toward the headboard, but I am faster. Giving her ass a playful smack, I grab hold of her hips and flip her onto her back in one fluid movement. She lands on the bed with a soft bounce, a small smile playing on her lips.
Her knees fall open without any instruction, inviting me inside her.
With one hand wrapped tightly around my erection, I position myself at her entrance but do not enter just yet. Clenching my jaw in anticipation, I look down at this beautiful woman beneath me. Strands of damp hair frame her face from her earlier tears, some still clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her bright eyes stare up at me with an innocent hunger that stirs something deep inside me. The spark between us burns so fiercely that it imprints itself on my soul.
I remind myself that she has never done this before.
As I pull back, she lifts her head from the bed, and I begin to trail kisses down her perfect body until I reach my ultimate destination.
“Wait,” she gasps. “What are you…?” Her question turns into a strangled moan as I swipe my tongue over her sensitive clit.
“I’m having my second breakfast,” I tell her with a mischievous grin before diving in eagerly like a man who has been lost in the desert and finally found water.
“Kenzo!” she exclaims, her hand slapping against the bed while her fingers desperately grip the comforter. Her hips lift off the mattress as my teeth gently scrape over her pleasure center, driving her wild with need.
With each flick of my tongue, she parts her lips and lets out a needy moan. Our eyes lock as I continue to worship her with my mouth until her body tenses and she cries out my name. “Kenzo…please.”
I circle her entrance with my finger, adding to the intense sensations as I suck and nibble on her clit until she is on the brink of release. Her hips start to move of their own accord, grinding against me in search of more pleasure.
My free hand moves up her side and cups one of her breasts, my touch possessive and rough. I squeeze her perky nipple before rolling it between my fingers, eliciting another moan from Evaline as she reaches the peak of her orgasm. As she starts to come down from her high, I press a soft kiss to the small landing strip above her pussy, then move up to trail kisses along her inner thigh and up her abdomen until I reach those plump lips that taste so sweet.
I’m back on top of her, my cock notched at her entrance.
“Do you want this, firecracker?” My lips move against hers in a seductive whisper. “Tell me what you need, wife.”
“Please,” she breathes out as I push forward into her tight, wet heat. Her pussy clenches around my cock. “God.”
I chuckle. “Not god,” I tease. “Just your husband.”
“Kenzo.” Her body tenses as I slowly push farther into her. I groan as her tight body grips my cock. Evaline sucks in a deep breath, her nails digging into my shoulders as I plow straight through her maidenhood, not stopping until my balls hit her ass and I’m embedded fully inside her.
Now Evaline Nakamura is fully mine.