Page 65 of Defiled Innocence

His dark eyes lock with mine in the mirror. There’s a warmth inside the storm of arousal and dominance that pulls me closer to him.

“I want you to punish me, Dmitri.” I breathe out the words, certain he’s going to laugh.

Why wouldn’t he? A grown woman asking to be punished by her husband? It’s absurd.

“Place your hands on your head.” He pats my ass and steps out of the way.

He waits as I lift my arms up, placing one on top of the other. I’m completely on display with this position. Every part of me is vulnerable to his gaze, his touch.

“Don’t move.” He pats my ass again and disappears into the bedroom.

Moments tick by and I’m wondering if the punishment is just to leave me here while he goes to bed. A little humility probably wouldn’t hurt, I suppose.

Just when I’m ready to drop my hands, he appears in the doorway. He’s holding my vibrator.

Heat surges through my face and I have to look away. How did he find that? I packed it myself, but I didn’t unpack.

Oh, no.

His staff unpacked my vibrator.

“What’s wrong, Amelia?” he questions with too much levity.

“Who… dammit, Dmitri, you should have let me unpack my own things.” I start to drop my hands.

“Get back into position,” he snaps. “Or I can get my belt. A punishment to begin the punishment.”

Slowly, I put my hands back. My embarrassment radiates through my entire body, sending a blush all the way down to my legs.

“I didn’t know a body could blush this way,” he says, coming to stand behind me. “Open your eyes. You don’t get to ignore me.”

When I open them, he’s staring at me in the mirror.

“Spread your legs a little for me.” He touches my left leg with my vibrator.

It’s a short device, meant mostly for clitoral stimulation, but it still has the usual shape of a penis. And to see it in his large hand is almost comical.

Sliding my feet apart, he dips the vibrator between my thighs. He presses the tip just above my clit, but the soft vibrations seep into my body.

“Does that feel good, Amelia?” His breath is warm against my neck.

I swallow, trying my best to remain unmoved by the pleasure he’s giving me. But Dmitri isn’t one to be ignored. He twists the base until the vibrations grow stronger.

“How about now?” He pushes the head of the device harder against me until my clit shoots little shocks of pleasure through me.

I moan. It’s impossible not to when his lips are so close to my ear and the vibrations are dragging me closer to the edge. How does this man know how to do this so fucking well?

“What was it you said to me in my office?” He nips my earlobe as I push my pelvis toward the toy. My muscles are already tightening.

“I don’t know.” It’s the truth.

I don’t remember anything at this moment other than my orgasm is only a breath away. I bite down on my lip, leaning back into him.

“Hmm, really? You don’t remember what you said? Something about what I will and will not allow when it comes to you?”

The first wave crests. I’m so close.

My toes curl into the bathmat. I’m going to launch into space at any moment. Just another second.

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