Page 39 of Defiled Innocence

Slowly, I drag my gaze up over her body to her eyes. She’s not meeting my gaze, settling her stare on my hand holding the belt.

“Dmitri, you can’t?—”

“If you tell me I can’t punish you one more time, I will have to prove to you exactly what I am capable of.” I rest my hand on her hip, drawing her attention back to my face. “And I never want you to see the monster I can be.”

Her throat constricts as she swallows again. For a moment, I think she’s going to beg me to let her go, but her expression hardens.

“Lie over my lap, Amelia. Ass up high for me.” I move my hand from her hip.

It’s important that her actions are on her own now. She won’t be able to tell herself I forced her over my knee. She won’t find any comfort thinking she didn’t participate.

Slowly, she steps closer to me until her knees touch my thighs before she bends at the waist, crawling over my lap.

She reaches out, grabbing for the chair legs when she’s low enough to keep from falling forward, then continues until her body drapes over my thighs.

Her ass—her beautiful, plump ass—rests on my right leg.

As I help settle her, slightly more toward my knees, her right leg pushes outward, giving me a prime peek at her pussy. Already her lips glisten with arousal. If I were to sink my finger inside her, I’d find her soaked and hot for me.

My cock, already hard and aching for her, presses with more urgency against the zipper of my pants.

“Why are you here, Amelia?” I force my tone to remain flat as I stroke my hand over her upturned ass.

Fuck, all I want to do is throw her on the bed and pound her until we both go blind from our orgasms.

“Because you have the emotional intelligence of a Neanderthal who can’t take an apology when it’s given.”

I freeze my movements.

“All right.” I move the folded belt into my right hand. She was given a chance.

She chose her road.

Her ass tenses as I raise my hand, but it’s no use. She cries out with the first lash. With the belt folded like this, its bite isn’t as sharp, but I’ll make do. Harder and harder I spank her, covering every inch of her plush ass.

“Dmitri!” Her right arm swings back at me, trying to cover her reddening cheeks with her hand splayed out.

Easily, I snatch it up into my hand and pin it to the small of her back.

“Tell me again, Amelia, why are you here? Why am I spanking you like a naughty little girl who can’t obey her husband?”

She huffs and for a second, I think she’s going to come up with another snarky remark.

“Because I didn’t tell you what was going on and I ignored your phone calls and text messages.” She sounds pained and it’s not from the spanking.

No, she hates that she’s in the wrong here and she’s having to admit it.

I don’t bother asking if she’ll do it again, because she will. We both know it.

“Good. Now we can start.”

“Start?” She tries to buck up at me, but I have a vise grip on her arm, and she’ll tumble to the floor before she’s able to get up.

To be sure she doesn’t go anywhere, I slide my right leg out from beneath her and lay it over her, trapping her.

“Dmitri! I already said I’m sorry! Let me up!” Her struggles continue and she does her best to twist out of my grip.

“No.” I emphasize my position by peppering her ass with strikes of the belt, leaving not an inch of her creamy skin untouched.

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