Page 19 of Dancing With Distraction

I laugh, giving her a third hit in the exact same spot, and she hisses, squeezing her eyes closed. “I have simple demands, Victoria. The very first is respect.” I move her thong to one side and notice the wetness glinting back at me. I run my finger through her folds, and she groans with pleasure, and when I slide it into her opening slowly, she shivers involuntarily. “You can have the pleasure, Tori,” I whisper, pumping my finger a few more times before removing it. She looks back at me over her shoulder, frustration evident on her face. I pop the digit into my mouth and clean her juices, humming in approval. “But you have to respect my rules. So, let’s start again. No, Sir,” I repeat.

Her eyes are full of defiance as she grits out the words. “No, Sir.”

I stroke my hand over her backside, pinching the already red area and causing her to wince. “Now we’ve got that sorted, we’ll get the punishment out the way.”

“Punishment?” she repeats, and I bring my hand down hard against her flesh. “Fuck,” she cries, earning her another two in quick succession.

“You don’t think you can disrupt my day like that and get to walk away?”

“You mean like you did last night?” she argues.

My nostrils flare, and I slap the other cheek, needing the redness to cover her entire backside. “Sir,” I roar. “You will address me as ‘Sir’.”

“Sir,” she screams as I mark her perfect skin three more times. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she cries in desperation.

I part her pussy and push two fingers into her, watching as her juices drip around them. She moans, rocking as I push them in and out, using my other hand to pinch her swollen clit. “Oh god,” she whispers, and I feel her clench around my fingers, on the verge of an orgasm. I immediately pull them from her, and her body sags, but this time, she remains quiet. She’s learning quickly.

“Do you want to come, Victoria?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpers.

I grin. “Then you’ll do what I asked and set out your boundaries.” I pull her skirt down and guide her to stand.

She stares at me in disbelief, and when she goes to speak, I force my fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. She takes them gratefully, lapping at them like a hungry little whore. It pleases me, and I kiss her, pressing my erection against her thigh. “I can make the urges go away,” I whisper against her lips. “I can show you a better way to cope.” I reach behind her to release her hands, bringing the tie back to my neck.

“How?” She almost looks hopeful.

“Make the list and we’ll talk.” I press a kiss to her forehead before pulling out a pack of painkillers from my pocket. I take her hand and pop two into her palm. “Take these. I’ll be back soon.”

“No,” she blurts, and I pause. “You can’t come here. That’s one of my most important boundaries.” I frown, waiting for her to explain why, but she doesn’t.

“Fine, I’ll call you.”

“You don’t have my number,” she says as I open the door to leave.

I grin. “Answer when I call, Victoria, or I will come back here.”

Tori

I take the painkillers, my head reeling from what just happened . . . again. I knew turning up like that would get a reaction, but that wasn’t quite what I was expecting. The fact I enjoyed it, even the hard spanking, makes me question why the fuck I haven’t explored this before. I’ve had a lot of dates. Usually from Tinder because it’s easier to avoid them when it all goes wrong. And it always goes wrong. I often question why I bother because I’ve yet to find a man who sparks even a hint of fire inside me. Until now.

I smile to myself when I think about Dmitry. He’s different. He’s not about to take my crap, and I think I like that. There’s a small voice in the back of my mind telling me he could also be my escape from Marcus’s hold. It’s because of Marcus that I can’t stand to be loved or sometimes even touched. But Dmitry isn’t tender and loving—he’s hard and demanding.

I sit in the centre of my bed and pull open my laptop. Creating a blank document, I title it Rules and Boundaries. Dmitry didn’t really give me any kind of guidance on the subject, but with the spanking and whole safe word thing, I’m guessing it’s so he knows how far he can push me. My mind goes over the last twenty-four hours. I like how he surprises me, and I live for his reactions to my crazy, but I can’t have him show up here. So far, I’ve been lucky Marcus hasn’t caught him in my flat because that would cause World War Three. I type this as my first boundary.

Do not come to my flat - EVER

I stare at the blinking cursor, unsure of what else I can demand, and then my phone bleeps, alerting me to a text message.

Unknown Number: Save my number so you know to answer my calls - D

I smile as I type a quick reply.

Me: Yes, Sir ;)

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