Page 23 of Defiled Innocence

No amount of wiggling will get me out of this, and the pain is growing with each smack. My ass burns, white-hot pain with each new smack.

I kick my legs out, but now from the ache.

“Please!” I cry out when he moves his focus lower, now swatting my upper thighs. “It hurts!”

“Yes.” He’s back to one-word answers.

“Stop.”

“No.” He readjusts his grip on my hand, shifting his position beside me. Through his slacks, his hard cock presses against my hip and I freeze.

“Dmitri, please.” I gasp for air. “I’ll be good. I promise!”

“What does that mean? How will you be good? Will you finally admit we’re getting married?” His hand rests on my ass and the contact makes my skin hotter.

I swallow hard. I won’t lie.

“No. Not that, but I won’t… Dmitri!”

He starts up again, spanking me hard, in rapid succession, covering every inch of my ass and thighs.

I’m left breathless again, tears streaming down my face when he stops.

“We are getting married, Amelia. Tomorrow. And until you vow to stop fighting it, you’ll be bent over my desk. But I wouldn’t take too much longer. Your ass is getting very red.” He pats my right cheek lightly.

If only embarrassment could kill. I’d be out of this mess already.

“We need to talk about this. Like logical adults,” I say through heavy breaths.

I can’t get enough air like this, and when I try to crane my neck to see him over my shoulder, I can’t find him.

“You’ll also promise to stay where I put you. No more making me search for you.” He rubs his hand over my ass in small circles, and it’s almost soothing.

“I can’t just do whatever you say.” I find the error in my statement only a second later when his hand rains down on my ass again.

Alternating between my cheeks and my upper thighs, he reignites the fire across my battered flesh. He keeps it up for what feels like an eternity.

“You will do as I say. Because when I give an order, it’s for your safety. My club has tight security, but even here there are bad men that can hurt you. A woman as beautiful as you wandering around alone is dangerous.”

I have a retort all set to go, but then my brain empties and only one thought pops back in. He thinks I’m beautiful?

Time stands still as the silence stretches between us.

“Okay. I can understand that.” It’s a small concession, tiny really.

But it’s enough.

Gently, he helps me off the desk. Once my feet are planted on the floor, I reach for my clothing that has bunched up at my knees. He stops me though, and brings my hands in front of me, holding them both in one hand.

“You’ll marry me tomorrow,” he says firmly.

“Why?” I whine. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because.” He wipes the tears from my cheeks with his thumbs. “I want to.”

“Does it have to be tomorrow? Can’t we wait?” I sniffle.

He shakes his head. “Better to get it done.”

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