Page 97 of Take the Sub and Run

His hands slid up from her hips to just below her breasts, molding the fabric against her body.

“It's a beautiful dress, but this isn't how I want you, is it?”

For a heartbreaking moment, she thought this was the rejection she'd expected earlier.

Then Andrei spun her around so they were face-to-face, reached back, and flipped up the back half of the skirt and spanked her hard with the other hand.

She yelped, as much in surprise as pain. But the spank helped her remember what he said before.

“I’m not naked. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No, you’re not.” He slid one of the pearl straps off her shoulder. “You’ll be punished for that.”

Sofie took deep breaths, the soft, cool satin rubbing her hard nipples with each one. She’d been too nervous both on the way here and walking across the club to get aroused. But now…

Her pussy was already embarrassingly wet, and she was aching to be used.

“A spanking?”

“It will be your ass that’s punished, but no, not a spanking.” He slid the other strap off.

For a moment, the dress stayed in place, clinging to her breasts. But then the weight of the pearl straps dragged it down, the entire thing slithering down and off.

Leaving her completely naked. It was almost starting to feel normal, being naked and vulnerable for him while he was fully clothed. Tonight, he wore leather pants with laces instead of a zipper, and a sleeveless black undershirt that clung to the muscles of his chest and left his arms exposed.

He looked dangerous and unapproachable. Unless she looked in his eyes, and then he was her Andrei, just as she was his angel.

His gaze swept up and down her naked body before he frowned slightly. Her hands curled into nervous fists at her side. Did he not like what he saw? She hadn't changed in the two days since she last seen him, had she?

“What else are you supposed to do, Angel?”

She didn't remember. Or maybe it was that she remembered a million different things. She searched his face for a hint, but there was no help there. He merely arched a cold brow, head tipping in that devilish way he had.

As he looked at her, even as panic for disobeying and disappointing him rose, her pussy clenched.

Oh. Oh.

With a gasp, Sofie sank to her knees and spread her legs wide.

“Good girl.”

He positioned his booted foot between her thighs, and lifted the toe just enough to touch her sex.

“Show me how wet you are. How needy that pussy is.”

It was degrading and embarrassing, but she did it, gingerly rubbing her pussy against the smooth hard curve of the toe of his boot. He lifted his toe a bit more, and her labia spread, her clit now rubbing directly on the hard leather. She bore down, grabbing his calf with both hands as she worked herself against him.

She should feel shame but instead, she felt like what she was—needy, desperate, and obedient.

Andrei’s hand tangled in her hair. She was so desperately aroused that she felt almost lightheaded. When he tugged on her hair, she rose to her feet, gripping onto him to help herself get up.

And once she was on her feet, she leaned into him, taking deep breaths as she rested her face on his chest so she could fill her lungs with his scent. Her hands slid up under the back of his shirt, her touch at first soft, but then she raked him with her nails, scratching gently.

“I know, Angel. I know.”

He picked her up, but instead of a bridal carry, he hiked her up with her legs hooked around his hips, his hands under her ass.

He only carried her a few steps before setting her down and spinning her around.

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