Chapter 13 #2
Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a photographic memory of everything I’ve ever read. I swallow and nod, trying to pretend I’m not freaking the fuck out.
I married a fucking tiger.
Still staring into my eyes, his voice lowers. “I want you naked, Aria.”
By now, I know the low tone of his voice doesn’t mitigate the command for immediate obedience.
The mention of his duty and mine ring in my ears as I step toward him. I feel an immediate rise of my ire when he tells me what to do, but I know I have no choice.
He’s going to strip me.
With deft movements, he holds me with one hand and pops the pearly buttons off the back of the dress.
“This was a nice dress!”
“There are nicer ones. I unwrap my presents the way I like. Are you criticizing me? Go ahead, Aria. Give me a reason to put you over my knee. I’ve barely stopped thinking about it since you left my office.”
My pulse thunders in my ears and my belly swoops. A wedding night spanking may not be the best way to make memories.
I stand still as he continues to undress me.
He mutters under his breath, shaking his head when he sees something he likes.
“What?” I say in a small voice. If he doesn’t like me — if I’ve made it this far and have to stay wedded not only to this brutal monster of a man, but have to stay with him knowing he finds me homely or something —
“I won’t allow you to wear things like this often, but they suit you.” He runs an appreciative hand across my silk-clad ass. I squeeze my legs together at a sudden rush of arousal, just feeling him palm my ass.
I won’t…allow you to wear things like this…
“Do you have something against ivory or silk undergarments?”
“I have something against anything that prevents me from seeing my beautiful wife.”
The dress pools around my feet. The warmth of it straddles my ankles as he reaches for the dainty panties and rips them.
My beautiful wife.
“I liked that, too,” I say with a little pout.
That earns me a growl.
I want a little push and pull. I’m not someone who’s ever rolled over and obeyed anyone, much less a man. And I reason now that we’re married, he won’t exactly — hurt me — will he?
I want to see what happens when I push a little.
I want to know why my heart beats so fast when he threatens me.
It isn’t just fear…is it? What is a spanking really like?
I mean, I don’t spend all my time on computers and in classrooms. I know there’s a whole world out there that’s unexplored.
Hell, there are romance books about these things.
“Stand still. Turn around and let me see you.”
Honest to God.
“You think you can just tell me what to do now that we’re married? We don’t really know each other yet, you know. I think we should —”
I’m swept off my feet so quickly the breath whooshes straight out of me. My pulse races when he lifts me straight into the air and yanks me to his chest. “Do you really think I’ll go soft on you so quickly?” he says curiously. “Or are you testing me?”
“I—don’t—” I clamp my mouth shut because I realize pretty quickly that was a rhetorical question that may not really require an answer.
With ease, he arranges me over his lap so I’m staring at the floor. I squeal when he pins me in place with one of his rough, calloused hands, because I know what’s coming. So much for avoiding a wedding night spanking.
My heart leaps into my throat and I’m frozen in place, bracing for the first smack of his palm. Will he hurt me? Why did I push this?
“Look how gorgeous you are. Khristos.” He runs a hand over the curve of my ass. “To think, just a few days ago, little hacker, you hadn’t even come into my office. And now here you are, earning your first punishment.” He draws out the word punishment, accentuating each syllable.
When he palms my ass I squeal, surprised and afraid because I expected the first spank. “You’re so high-strung. Have you never been spanked before?”
“I have not,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own.
He continues to palm my ass roughly. “Then why did you practically ask for one?”
I shake my head, mortified. “I didn’t.”
The first slap of his hand across my ass sounds like a gunshot. “Ow! God!” My skin’s on fire, and he’s only given me one.
“Do not lie to me.” Another sharp smack follows the first. I’m whimpering and squirming by the time the third one falls. “If you ever lie to me again, I promise you much worse than you’re getting now. You’ll earn the strap for lying, Aria.”
Oh dear God. Another smack follows another. It’s such a strange sensation, pain mixed with pleasure as my body aches for another. After three sharp swats, he’s back to palming my ass, but it hurts like hell.
“It was —” I decide against talking back to him and qualifying my lie when I’m completely vulnerable and over his knee, my ass already on fire. “I—I wanted to know what it was like. It sort of…intrigued me. But I was stupid, it hurts!”
“Does it? Does it sting?” he asks as he lifts his palm and slams it across my ass again. “There are methods, you know. Methods that will teach you to learn how to crave my discipline.”
And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. If I cave to him, and I start craving literally anything from him — attention or affection, or anything even close to sex — he’ll have me exactly where he wants me. I will not cave to any man.
Still strewn over his lap, I kick my feet. “I don’t know how anyone could ever want something like this.”
“You little liar,” he says, palm pressed to my back as he smacks my ass again.
“Your body’s begging me for more.” The rough back of his hand spreads my legs.
I squeal when he strokes the inside of my thigh.
“I can feel your arousal here, painted on your thighs. You make me crazy, Aria. I want to tie you to my bed and use you. Lick your pussy until you come on my tongue and beg me for more.”
My pulse races as he details the wicked, carnal things he wants to do to me and I realize with sudden alarm — I want that too.
“Is that my…wifely duty?” I’m trying to distract myself from the absolute base things he’s doing to my body. More accurately — how they’re affecting me.
He pauses, his hand mid-raised to give me another spank. “Are you mocking me, Aria?”
My heartbeat throbs.
No. Tell him no.
I want to protest and tell him no, but that would be a lie. And he’s already told me what happens to liars.
I seem to have lost the ability to speak, though. My body’s one big throbbing ball of arousal.
When I don’t answer, his palm slaps against my ass again. The sound of him spanking me seems to take up every inch of this room. Thank God his staff isn’t here.
“Tell me you’ll obey me, Aria,” he says in a growl, his hand poised over my ass.
I nod and try to open my mouth, but nothing comes out. With a sharp crack his palm slaps against my ass again.
“I’ll obey you!” I manage to cry out, even as my mind rebels against such a concept. Right now I’ll do anything to stop the spanking. But when he slows down and begins to finger my pussy, I spread my legs.
“Look how eager you are, you beautiful little slut,” he whispers in my ear. “Go ahead, take my fingers. Open your legs and take what’s yours.”
My cheeks burn but I open my legs, my eyes screwed tight. I know what I need and in that moment, it seems he’s the only one in the world who can give it to me.