“Ooh. What does that mean?”

“Kitten. I want to hear my little kitten purr.”

She smiles, her eyes close, and I slap my belt across her ass again. I drop it to the floor and lift her skirt around her waist. Her ass is bright pink and stunning. I press myself against her, loving the way my hardened length feels against her hot, punished ass.

“Did you learn your lesson, Vera? Will you be a good girl now?”

“Mmmm,” she says, squirming against me. I palm her ass and she draws in a breath.

“Is that a yes, sir or a no, sir?”

“Yes, sir,” she says on a moan. “Yes, sir, I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Good girl.” I bend and kiss her neck, still red from my earlier bite. I lick the reddened flesh, slide her dress up over her head, and toss it to the edge of the bed. Her rumpled undergarments are next, leaving only her simple white bra.

“Up on the bed.” I give her ass a firm pat. “I want to taste you.”

“Markov,” she begins, shaking her head. “I don’t know about that.”

“You said you’d do anything I said. Don’t push me, little kitten, or I’ll have no choice but to keep disciplining you.”

She bites her lip. I move up to the headboard and lift her up so her body’s straddling mine. I kiss her while cupping her breast. My cock aches to be inside her, but I know my patience will pay off. I will not take advantage of her.

She trembles as she places her knees on either side of my face. I kiss the inside of her thigh, where the sweet, warm evidence of her arousal coats her thighs. I lazily lick her inner thigh and groan. She’s going to taste better than I ever imagined.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Vera

The effects of the wine have long since worn off, so I blame his utterly perfect dominance for the way I feel like I’m going to float away. I’ve never wanted to please a man before, but there’s something about the way he is that makes me like putty in his hands.

My body hovers over his, my hands trembling while I support my weight on my wrists. It’s not so much a hard position to hold as it’s utterly, irrevocably vulnerable.

I mewl at the first swipe of his tongue on my clit. I grin at the sound of his groan.

“Fucking candy,” he mutters, his voice muffled against me. “You’re addictive.”

While I kneel over him, he reaches a finger to my nipple and gives a little teasing squeeze. A pulse of arousal surges through me, and I’m completely engulfed in flames. How does he do that?

The sensation of his tongue over my clit at the same time he tweaks my nipples makes me weak. I can’t help but totally surrender to him. The more he touches me, the stronger my need to climax overwhelms me.

“Markov,” I say, begging, even though I don’t know what I’m begging for. I can hardly form a thought. It’s so intimate, so personal, I’m bared to him. There’s nowhere to hide. . . anything.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, his voice muffled between my thighs, his tongue hovering right over where I desperately need him to go.

“Noooo,” I moan. “Please. Oh, God, oh my God?—”

“Beg me. Say please, Daddy.”

I blink, shocked, as waves of arousal drown me. My cheeks heat, and before I can think, he claps his heavy hand on my ass.

“Do it.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I feel choked, desperate, and I feel like?—

Slap.

Another hard smack of his palm takes all thought out of my mind, right along with my breath.