Page 9 of Unbreakable Vow

“Wait! Wait!” I swing my arm back, but he catches it and pins it to the small of my back and pushes my body further up the desk. I can move my chest now, but he still has me immobile, my feet barely touching the floor. I try to reach, but my toes only scrape along the carpet.

Silence stretches out for a long moment. The only sounds in the room are of my struggling against his grip, which seems to be only a small nuisance to him.

His hand cups my ass cheek and my struggles cease. A small sound escapes me. I close my eyes, waiting for the humiliation to surround me.

I’m not embarrassed of my curves, but no man has ever touched me like this before. I wait, expecting a backhanded insult to be uttered.

“Blya, ty velikolepen,” he says in a low growl.

I tense.

“What?” I try to look at him over my shoulder. If I can see his face, I might be able to decipher what he said. He lifts his eyes to mine and my breath catches.

Desire.

It burns hot in his dark eyes.

“Never disobey me again, Coraline,” he says firmly. Then his hand lifts from my ass.

It’s only for a moment though. It comes back, lashing hard across my ass bringing fire and brimstone with each smack. Over and over again he peppers slaps to my ass, not missing a beat.

As the pain builds upon itself, I start to twist from side to side. Anything to avoid the blow of the next smack.

He’s spanking me!

A new fever burns beneath my struggles. I’m a grown woman and he’s spanking me like some errant child.

“Stop it!” I yell, bucking back at him. “I’m not a little girl. You can’t just… ow… Dammit! Stop it.”

“Cursing will only make it worse,” he informs me matter-of-factly and increases the power of the smacks.

“I’m a grown woman!” I yell, still trying to shove my way off the desk with my only free hand.

“I know.” He moves the smacks further down, striking just below my ass on my thighs. The pain gets so much worse.

“You can’t spank women!” I try to educate him, but my lesson is lost among the spanks and the cup of pens that go flying when I wiggle again.

“Be grateful I don’t use my belt since it’s your first time.” He steps to the side of me, letting go of my wrist so he can wrap his arm around my waist and pull me against him.

His belt? I squirm harder, which only gains me harder slaps.

“The more you fight, the longer this lasts.” He spanks faster and harder.

My entire ass and now my thighs are on fire. I press my cheek to the desk, feeling tears lining up on my eyelids.

A wave of warm calm descends over me as he spanks me over and over again, until I’m lost in a cloud.

I feel every slap, every bite of his hand, but it builds upon itself until my body softs beneath his punishment.

“Ah, there you are.” His voice soothes the last of the prickly spots, and I’m floating on a warm pillow.

The spanking stops, but his hand doesn’t leave me. He’s stroking my thighs, up and down, and then he goes up higher, and slips between my legs.

I try to push them together, to keep him from finding what I already know, but he tsks his tongue.

“No, sweet girl, relax. Let me in.” He glides through my folds easily, collecting my arousal on his fingers.

I turn again, watching as he brings his wet fingertips to his mouth, and he licks them clean. His gaze meets mine and he grins.

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