Page 43 of Niko's Printsessa

“I really don’t know.”

“You aren’t the only good poker player,Printsessa. You’re lying.”

I huff, “Is that so? What’s my tell?”

“You wrap an imaginary piece of hair around your ear.”

I think back. “Fuck.”

“You’ve earned yourself a spanking. Now tell me.”

I gasp and stand. “I’m really not comfortable telling you.”

“We need to know.”

Embarrassment and anger suffocates me. I can’t do this. “I’m definitely not comfortable telling anyone else. I don’t want to relive it.”

“What the fuck? Relive it? Did someone harm you?” He looks like he wants to light the world on fire.

“Niko, I can’t.”

He stands, grabs my waist, turns me so quickly that I’m dizzy, and before I know it, I’m leaning over the front of his desk. He reaches around and quickly unbuttons and unzips my jeans, yanking them down to my knees and taking my panties with them.

“What in the fuck, Niko!” I try to stand and reach for my jeans but his torso presses heavily on my back and his hands catch my wrists. He knocks everything off his desk, and papers go flying. He presses a button in the center of the wooden desktop and a latch clicks open, revealing two large eyehooks screwed into the wood with thin leather straps connected. He wraps the leather around my wrists and secures it tightly. When he stands I try to kick him, but he easily evades my attempt. I try to free my hands but I’m tied to this metal contraption hidden in the top of his desk.

He leans down to my ear, creating goosebumps in his wake. His tone is angry, “I told you I’d do anything necessary to keep you safe. Lying and withholding information doesn’t keep you safe.”

“But! You don’t have to spank me! Can’t you do something else?”

“I could fuck your lying mouth?”

I lash out with embarrassment, “How do you even have this contraption hidden in the top of your desk? You kinky fuck!”

His large hands caress my ass and he chuckles an evil laugh. “You bet I am. So are you, baby.”

“I am not!”

“Another lie.” I hear the smack before I feel the harsh sting of his hand against my ass. It’s harder than when he’s spanked me before, and it takes the wind out of me. He loosely wraps his hand around my neck, caressing it softly.

“Breath, Becca.”

“I…. I.. can’t.”

He leans against my back and gently sucks on my earlobe. The weight of his body is comforting. “I’ve got you, baby. Inhale slowly. That’s it. Now exhale. Good girl.”

My pussy clenches around nothing.

I manage to slow my breathing, but when he stands I miss the weight of his body. It felt like he was protecting me, soothing me with his strong hold, while he executed his punishment. I try to arch back but my position doesn’t offer any slack. He raises my shirt and his fingers easily flick my bra open, my bare nipples are flush with the cool wood. His hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He pinches both of them and I yelp, but he doesn’t let up.

He releases and I barely have time to catch my breath before he pinches again, even harder and I swear my feet leave the ground.

“Oh!”

He continues to roll my hard buds and I swear I see stars. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he frees my breasts. I catch my breath right before his palm strikes my ass multiple times. He alternates cheeks and each spanking is harsher than the last. These are meant to cause pain, to punish me.

“Are you going to lie to me?” His lusty tone is authoritative.

“No!”

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