Page 86 of Bound By Hate (Born in Blood)

“Aleksander, what are we doing here?”

“I wanted to show you part of my life.”

I glance back at the woman being spanked and quickly look away again. “Do you want to hurt me? Because after what Gleb did and Akim and …” I trail off, fighting the urge to cry.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Viktoriya. I want to help set you free. And I think to do that, you should let me discipline you.”

I balk at the idea. “Discipline me how?”

“Come with me.” He takes me into a private bedroom with no window. At least no one will be watching.

A large bed is in the room, and along the wall are all different kinds of … things. Whips, canes, paddles, floggers. Ball gags. Dildos.

“Those better be clean,” I say, pointing at them. “I won’t allow you to give me an STD.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to use any of that on you tonight. I wanted to make you feel better.”

“How?” I ask warily.

“By spanking you again.”

I swallow hard. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I want your mind free and clear to focus on what’s important in life. Yourself.”

“I think you just want me to kneel before you so you can feel better about yourself.”

He traces his fingertips along my temple. “Get out of your head, Viktoriya. Lay over the bed and lift your dress. I will spank you, and once it’s over, I’ll show you the kind of pleasure I can give you.”

It’s getting hotter in the room. My face is flushed, and I swear, I can hear my heart beating.

Never in a million years would I want to lie on a bed and let a man spank me.

But I want what Aleksander is promising me—peace of mind. I want to quiet my thoughts for once.

“Lay on the bed,” he repeats in a softer tone.

With one last look at him, I lie down. The mattress is soft under my stomach. “These sheets better be clean.”

“They are. I requested this room for tonight. Now, stop thinking and just feel. Lift your dress for me.”

I try to keep my fingers from shaking as I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up around my hips. I know Aleksander put his mouth on me last night, but being in this position makes me feel more vulnerable and on display like nothing before.

I gasp when he touches my backside. His fingers skim over my skin, tracing circles. I want to ask him to get on with it while also never wanting it to end.

And then the smack comes.

He doesn’t hold back as he brings his hand down harshly onto my ass. I gasp loudly as I try to move my body away.

“Stay still,” he commands, pulling me back into place. “You’ll feel better once this is done.” He spanks me in quick succession three times.

Each time hurts more than the last.

“Alek,” I cry out.

He growls low in his throat before smacking his hand across my ass again. “Just let go, Viktoriya. Just feel.” Spank. Spank. Spank.

I feel my body fighting it. My natural instinct is to fight and regain my control.

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