Page 27 of Taken By Him

Her cheeks redden in a single heartbeat. “I’m fine.”

“Come here, Kasia,” I say, sitting back in the iron patio chair and crook my finger.

“Not out here, Dominik. Please,” she says quietly, frantically looking over my shoulder.

“I told you, my men know better than to watch what’s not their business. Now come here.”

She puts her kindle down on the table beside her tea and unfolds her legs. Once on her feet she shuffles the three steps toward me. Prisoners look less concerned while being marched to the execution room.

I spread my legs, capturing her between them. With a twirl of my finger, I direct her. Her jaw tightens, but she does what she’s told and spins away from me.

Since she can’t see me, I take a moment to enjoy the curve of her hips. Tenderly, I touch my fingertips to her legs where the hem of her dress touches. I drag my hands upward, pulling the material with me. Her hands twitch at her sides, but she’s being a good girl for me and not fighting me. Maybe she did learn a lesson last night.

I think she learned something about herself, too.

“No panties?” I ask, somewhat surprised, but then I see the marks. There’re two long welts crossing both cheeks that would make sitting uncomfortable. A dark purple bruise sits right where her panties would hit.

“Are you done?” she asks, her hands fisted, and she sounds close to the edge.

“I have some cream that might help,” I say, poking the welt. She hisses and takes a small step forward. My cock is pressing hard against the zipper of my pants. I grab her hips, pulling her ass toward me. She stumbles back a half step, but I’m holding her, she won’t fall.

I run my tongue over the largest welt then press my lips to the purple flesh where she probably likely hurts the most. Her ass tenses, but I’m not done. I created each of these marks, and I’ll show them the respect, the care, they deserve.

“Dominik.” Her voice is soft, more of a caress than a plea. “Don’t, please.”

“These are mine, Kasia,” I tell her in Polish. “You’re mine.” I kiss the last welt.

I’m sure she understood me; her legs locked up when I made my claim.

“We’ll be married by the end of the week,” I say, pulling her down into my lap. Her bare ass hits my thigh. She winces.

“So soon?” she asks, trying to scramble off. I lock my arm around her waist and shake my head. I don’t want her to go yet, and with the pressure on her ass reminding her of what happens to naughty girls, she stays put.

“Sooner if I can manage it,” I say, brushing the tip of my nose against her bare shoulder. The dress has thick straps, but the rest of her is exposed. Creamy and untouched by the sun.

“I don’t want this, Dominik. Doesn’t that mean something?” She folds her hands in her lap and keeps her attention focused on the grass beneath my feet. Her bare feet dangle between my legs. It’s cute the way she fits in my lap so snugly, so perfectly. Like she was made to be right here.

“Things will be awkward at first. But you’ll get used to me. And I’ll get used to you.” I might be lying, but not with intent.

“And what you did last night. Will I get used to that too?” There’s a sharpness to her tone, but she softens it by keeping her face turned away from me. I think she’s embarrassed. Something new happened to her last night, and she doesn’t understand it.

“Which part, Kasia? The part where my belt made you feel so good you couldn’t speak? Or when I punished you by withholding your orgasm?” I scrape my top teeth across the curve of her shoulder. She folds her arms over her stomach, like moving that fraction of an inch will protect her from the sensations I’m giving her. She’s not wearing panties and her ass is on my leg. Her pussy is already wet, making a mess on my pants.

“Both were punishments in my mind,” she says, finally turning her gaze to me. Her pupils are dilated, nearly overpowering the brown of her eyes.

“Ah, the first was meant to be a punishment. I was hard on you with my belt, but what you experienced wasn’t a punishment. Have you felt like that before?”

She bites down on her lip, and she quickly turns away from me again. Not before I see the red tint to her cheeks though.

“It’s called subspace. Sort of feels relaxing and tense all at once, right? Like you were there, but not really?” A few women in my past have explained it that way.

She lowers her chin, like she’s trying to fold herself into herself.

With a knuckle beneath her chin, I nudge her gaze up to meet mine. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I assure her.

“It hurt like hell and then it...” She swallows. “Then it didn’t. It’s like I heard you, I felt it, but I wasn’t really there.”

I run my thumb along her jaw. “You like the pain. It’s good.” I don’t mention how much I enjoy giving it to her.

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