Page 49 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

I’m going to make damn sure it’s safe before we go in.

I tip the driver, and he leaves. Vera stands behind me. “I’ll go first. They were supposed to install those locks while we were gone. I got the set of new keys. Let me check.”

“And if they didn’t?”

“Tomorrow, I take matters into my own hands.”

Vera winks lasciviously at me. “You do that, big boy.”

I stifle a snort and open the door.

The locks have been changed. They’re definitely more secure. There’s no evidence anything’s been moved or that anyone’s been in here. Perfect.

I waste no time removing my tie, my eyes on her. I shrug out of my suit coat while she watches, unabashedly taking me in.

“You’re so strong,” she whispers, reaching out to squeeze my biceps through my dress shirt. “So powerful. And the way you were with my father. . . God, Markov, you were amazing to watch.”

I reach for her and lift her up. I cup her ass, and her legs go around me. We’ve cuddled and kissed so far, but I’ve kept things innocent.

No more. I want this woman.

I kiss her until she moans, until she’s pliant and supple as I walk toward the bed. I slide her down the length of my body. “I want you to bend over that bed. Now.”

I turn her around and guide her over the edge of the bed. The sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass and her willing submission makes me hard as fuck. I maneuver the buckle of my belt out and draw it through the loops. The sound of leather through fabric makes her squirm.

“What are you doing?” she asks. When I don’t answer, she gets a little nervous. “Markov?”

“You want a taste of dominance. We start here, Vera. I give the commands, and you obey.”

A wise man once told me that women are slow cookers and men are frying pans in the bedroom. Women often need a long, slow build-up to more. They need to feel safe. Emotionally secure. They need to trust.

“Look how gorgeous you are. Fucking stunning.”

“Markov. . .”

I tap my folded belt to her ass, a prelude. Her whole body jumps as if expecting much more. I tap her again and again, light taps over her clothing to tease and build expectation. My voice is low and controlled between light smacks of the belt.

“Is this what you want? Have you fantasized about this?”

She hesitates for a moment before nodding. “I’ve definitely fantasized about this.”

I give her another smack of the belt, a bit harder this time. Warming her up.

“You want to lose control. You want me to take over.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

I snap the belt a bit harder. “Watch that language.”

She gives me a sidelong glance, and I can tell she’s halfway between telling me off and leaning into this. Allowing herself to submit in a way she never has before. I lean closer and fist her hair. “The correct response is yes, sir.”

Vera blinks wide eyes. Swallows. Licks her lips. A myriad of expressions crosses her face before she nods and whispers, “And if I say no, sir?”

A surge of adrenaline courses through me. A challenge. She wants to challenge me, and I’m fucking here for it.

“Then I’ll need to punish you. I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls who run their mouths.” I snap my belt hard across her ass, and she comes up on her toes. I spank her again, harder this time, and she squeals and squirms. Again, I bring the belt down. Now that she’s warmed up, she’ll be able to take more. I want to bring her to a place of no return.

“Tell me what your answer is, Vera. Let’s hear it, Kotyonok.”

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