Page 34 of Beautiful Beast

But that doesn’t make me want Anya any less.

She means nothing to me emotionally speaking, but she’s my wife, and that means something status wise. She’s mine for political gain, which makes her mine regardless.

As a Bratva man, I have the right to claim my wife. Someday, when Anya is begging for my touch, I will.

Right now, though, I’m sure she’s desperate to escape my touch.

I lay my hand against her ass. She startles but otherwise doesn’t move.

Without asking if she’s ready, I spank her ass.Hard. A red imprint is left behind, and it’s a sight that fills me with satisfaction.

Anya tenses and grips the bedsheets between her hands but otherwise doesn’t react.

Mmm. That’s a little disappointing. I wanted her to cry and scream and beg me to stop. Instead, she remains quiet.

I spank her again. Still nothing. Again. She grows tenser, but still, nothing comes out of her mouth.

I continue to spank her ass, each slap deliberate and methodical.

Anya continues to holds still.

I lean over her to speak in her ear. “I’m curious. Why aren’t you begging me to stop?”

“Because you’ll stop when you want to stop. My begging won’t change anything.”

Very interesting. Anya has just become much more intriguing, I have to admit.

“What if I’ll only stop if you beg me to?”

Her eyes flare with anger. “Then you need to tell me that.”

“You have so much fire within you, Anya. I want you to let it out.” I grab her ass between my hands and squeeze. She winces but otherwise doesn’t give anything else away.

“I refuse to beg. Just be done with this.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” I give her another hard spank, and a small whimper escapes her lips. It’s the first true sound of pain she’s made since we started.

I want to break her down. I want to build her up. No one else has fascinated me this way. Not in a long time.

I keep spanking her ass harder and harder and harder …

Until Anya lets out a small cry.

I go still. “What was that? Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

I eye her over with curiosity. “Do you like pain, Anya?”

“No.”

“Pleasure, then? I can make you feel good.” I set my hand on her lower ass, so close to her pussy. “I could just slide my fingers between your legs and make you feel pleasure beyond compare. What do you say?”

Her hips shift slightly. “I thought this was a punishment.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

I’m curious to see how far she’ll go. Surprise me even more than she already has or do the predictable?

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