Page 27 of Corrupted Guilt

Katya lets out a moan. “Please,” she gasps, clenching around my finger.

“Please what?” I ask, pulling back. I lift my finger to my lips and slowly lick it clean.

My cock swells, achingly hard. God, this is so much better than I imagined. Hearing her beg for me. Seeing the marks of victory branded on her flesh. Tasting her sweetness.

“More.” She wriggles her ass back, wanting me to touch her again.

“More pleasure, or more pain?” I counter. “You can’t have one without the other.”

There’s silence. I can feel the indecision in her body, the tension as she weighs my offer.

“More.” She says it again, and this time, there’s a note of raw need in her voice. “Please, do whatever you want.”

Those are my magic words.

She’s learning so fast.

Her eyes are wild, her body shaking.

“This is your punishment,” I tell her grimly. “You don’t get to come until I say so. Until you’ve earned it with your obedience and submission and learned that I’m the one calling the shots.”

She gapes at me. “Please, Yuri—”

“Pull up your panties,” I order her. “Clean yourself up. And don’t even think about touching yourself,” I add sternly. “Your release is mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?”

She gulps, but nods. There, that’s an improvement.

“See you at dinner,” I smirk, and walk out of the room—before she can realize just how far she pushed me, how close I came to losing control.

10. Katya

What the hell just happened?

My head spins as I slowly sit up and undress for a shower. My body feels like a live wire of sensations. The sharp sting on my ass, and the hot desire burning between my thighs.

What did he do to me?

I take a shaking breath, trying to pull myself together. I’ve never been so aware of my body—or so desperate for release. I feel exposed, left alone while Yuri goes and does who knows what.

I slowly get up, my legs weak, and head to the bathroom.

God, that was incredible.

I can’t believe Yuri bent me over and spanked me like a misbehaving child. And I can’t believe how much I liked it. My body feels hyper-aroused, and I stretch out on the bed to cool down.

My clit throbs, needing Yuri’s touch. His fingers, his tongue. I’m still so close…

My hands slide lower, remembering the shock of impact as he spanked me—and how the discomfort quickly melted into something more. A heady mix of pleasure and pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Once my initial shock faded, I was surprised to find just how sensual the whole thing was.

I slide over my belly and down between my thighs. I know he told me not to touch myself, but he wouldn’t ever know.

Right?

No. He would know.

Know it by my face.

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