Page 22 of Defiled Innocence

“You’re hurting me, Dmitri.” I try to push his hand out of my hair, but he only yanks me back to him.

“I haven’t begun to hurt you, Amelia.” His free hand reaches around my waist.

Nimble fingers undo the button on my black slacks. Before I can react and shove his hand away, he’s sliding his fingers into my pants.

“Dmitri.” It’s meant to be a warning, but his fingertips glide beneath the elastic of my panties and keep wandering further.

“A soft patch of curls,” he whispers just before his fingers dip lower, pressing against my clit.

An unexpected wave of pleasure shoots through me. I moan.

Someone save me, I actually moan at the sensation this brute of a man is giving me.

“Your pussy is already wet for me.” He nips my earlobe. “All your complaining and defiance has been a ruse, I think.”

“No, Dmitri. No.” I push my hand against his arm. “Please.”

“Don’t worry. Your pussy isn’t the aim of my punishment. At least not tonight.” He swirls his finger around my clit, putting pressure exactly where it does the most damage to my concentration.

I try to keep my moan contained by biting my lip, but still the sound escapes. His chest rumbles with a chuckle.

“How long since you’ve been touched here?” he questions, then his hand stops. “Don’t answer that. If I have to deal with any other men tonight, I won’t stop at breaking his fingers.”

My body softens at his words, as though he’s just said something insanely romantic. He’s threatened to kill my ex-boyfriends because they touched me, and my soul warms as though he’s brought me flowers.

Something is wrong with me.

His touch is gone in the next moment, and he shoves my pants and panties down over my hips. No amount of wiggling saves me from the humiliation of him exposing my bare ass.

“Bend over the desk. It’s time for your punishment.”

“No.” I won’t do it. I will not cooperate with this insanity.

A heavy sigh blows through my hair.

“Very well. The hard way it is,” he says, just before using his hold on my hair to shove me down over the desk until my cheek is pressed against the highly polished wood.

He pushes me up more until my toes barely touch the floor and the edge of the desk digs into my pelvic bones.

“Dmitri, don’t! Just don’t!” I swing my arm back, but he easily catches it and pins it to my back.

He’s had to let go of my hair to manage it, but the pain in my scalp has only been transferred to the strain on my shoulder.

“I warned you, but you wanted to push. Now we’re here.” He moves to my left side, his grip on my hand pressing down into my back.

“I will never forgive you!” I shout, but it’s no deterrent for a man like him.

A sharpthwackhits my ears a millisecond before the pain of his hand spanking my ass cheek registers.

“Ow!” I increase my fight, but there’s no use. I kick my feet, trying to touch the floor enough to aid in my struggle.

Another smack and then another. He spanks my left cheek then the right, keeping to this pattern for several more swats.

“Stop it! Stop!” I scream. “Let me up!”

Another heavy sigh.

“No, not until you’ve learned your lesson. And it seems we’re far from there.” He goes right back to spanking me, except now there’s no pattern. He spanks randomly, and harder.