Chapter 17 #3
I sigh and shake my head. “There’s some benefit thing my father wants me to go to, and he wants me to go with you.
I don’t want to go. I mean. . . your aunt is the one who’s with him in Moscow, right?
Ugh.” I can’t even think about the fact that Markov has a connection to one of the many women my father cheats on my mother with.
“Ahh. And when’s that?” He’s once more wearing his poker face, but he doesn’t exactly look thrilled at the idea of what we have to do.
“I know, you hate socializing. You’d rather stay here, where things are, at least for now, predictable and safe.”
“Mmm. Yes. And why didn’t your father tell you he wishes you to attend this. . . what did you call it? Benefit?”
“Ugh, because this is what he does.” I stifle the need to whine. “If he suspects I’m not going to want to do something that he wants me to do, he gets my mom to ask me instead because I can’t say no to her.”
“I see. When is it?”
“This weekend. And Markov, if he thinks he can parade his mistress around in front of me. . . I don’t care if she’s your aunt or not. That’s just not right.”
“Indeed,” he says with a sober nod. “In any event, we will deal with the details of the upcoming benefit. But in the meantime, we’ll deal with the issue at hand.”
I turn away and bite my lip. “About that.”
“Mmm,” he says soberly, reaching for me so his hands grip my hips. “I told you we’d talk about things, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but. . .”
“No buts. Come here, Vera. We’ll have this conversation now. With you over my lap.”
“Markov!” I protest as he tugs me over his knee. He doesn’t do anything, only rests his large hand on my ass.
“Now,” he continues. “Let’s talk.”
The blood rushes to my face even as my body heats. I’m instantly aroused. It feels as if all the blood in my entire body has rushed between my thighs.
“You disobeyed Daddy, didn’t you, Vera?”
Why does it feel so wrong yet so. . . why do I love hearing him say that?
“Um. I maybe did.”
I gasp when he brings his palm across my ass. A flare of arousal stokes my pulse. I stifle a whimper.
“There’s no maybe about it, is there?”
“Welll. . . I had good reason,” I begin, and he brings his palm across my ass a second time.
“Let’s hear that reason,” he says. “Though I can guarantee that you will always answer for disobeying me.”
“I—I—” It feels as if my brain’s short-circuiting.
Do I want this?
Yes, I do.
But. . . Daddy?
Gah, hawwwwt.
I can hardly even think straight.
I’m a grown woman!
A grown woman who loves being called little girl. . . by him.
But he’s going to spank me, and he’s talking about all sorts of things like. . . obedience.
Hawwt.
Gah!
“I was scared for you. I didn’t want you hurt. And I—” Okay, here comes the brutal honesty. “I don’t know what I think about you telling me what to do.”
I brace myself for another hard spank and hiss in a breath when he cups my ass in his hand instead. “Good answers, Vera. Those were very honest.” I feel the warmth of his chest at my back when he brings his mouth to my ear. “Daddy likes it when you tell him the truth.”
Oh. Dear. God.
Why is that so fucking hot?
I could get into this. . . With just a little more persuasion, I could. . . totally get into this.
“Good little girls who do as they’re told get rewarded,” he says warmly, the tone of his voice melting me into a big old pile.
Oh, do they?
What might. . . that look like?
With deft fingers, he unfastens my skirt and tugs it down over my heated ass. Oooh.
I’m hardly breathing as he parts my legs and sinks one blunt finger between my folds.
“Oh God,” I whimper. I’m so swollen, so wet, so intensely turned on I feel like I’m on the edge of coming already. “That’s so—my God—how did you know?”
“Know that a spanking from Daddy turned you on?”
Not just that, I want to tell him. My God, it’s everything. The spanking, being over his lap, the whole Daddy thing.
“I didn’t know. I theorized. See, I’m a scientist, too, baby, just like you. I had a hypothesis, and I tested it. And it looks like I’ve made my own breakthrough.”
He circles my clit with his warm, rough fingers and my hips jerk of their own accord.
“You’re a naughty little girl who likes this. You come alive when Daddy disciplines you. You crave more of this, more of me. This is probably what you fantasize about when you touch yourself, isn’t it? Tell me the truth, Vera.”
I nod. I have been fantasizing about the dirty things Markov could do to me the second I met him because he oh-so-easily replaced my collection of Jason Bourne fantasies.
“Tell me what you imagine when you touch yourself.”
“I don’t—-”
He spanks my ass, hard. Shit, that hurts like hell over naked skin.
Why do I want him to do that again?
“Don’t lie to Daddy, Vera.”
How does he know I’m lying?
I squirm uncomfortably on his lap. “Well, yes. I imagine you tying me up. I imagine. . . this. Being over your lap. I imagine you lecturing me before you spank me. I imagine. . . like. . . maybe you. . . using things on me.”
“That’s a good girl,” he says in that voice that makes me melt. “Like what?”
“Like. . . that time you used your belt. Or maybe. . . I don’t know, something like. . . to keep my wrists together. I. . . I’ve only read about these things, and I don’t know what I like or want.”
I breathe out and complete the melting process. I’m literally boneless now.
“But are you willing to find out?”