Page 15 of Brutal Union
“No bodily fluids,” I smirk into the crook of her neck, dragging my teeth across her skin.
She gasps. “Besides your cum.”
Fucking hell.I roll her nipple between my fingers, pulling it taut until she arches away from me, a desperate curve of spine and lust. Her breath hitches, sharp and shallow, and I can feel the way her body trembles against mine. She’s already so close to the edge, and we’ve barely begun.
“Correct,” I growl, pressing her back into me, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through her skin. “Any other limits?”
“I—I can’t think right now,” Nadia gasps, her voice trembling as much as her body. Her hands clutch at my thighs, nails digging in just enough to make me smirk.
I laugh darkly, the sound low in my throat. “No kidnapping. No trying to kill each other during these…meetings.”
“You think this will happen more than once?” she challenges, but her voice is already wrecked, her defiance crumbling under the weight of her need.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, and her moan slides down my spine like gasoline on fire. She writhes against me, her hips grinding into mine, and I can feel the heat of her through the fabric of my suit pants.
“I don’t think,” I rasp, my lips brushing against the mark I’ve left on her skin. “I fucking know it will.”
I lean back against the couch, my eyes locked on hers as I give the command. “Take off your dress.”
Her breath catches again, but she doesn’t hesitate. She stands, holding the dress to her chest, turning around slowly, her eyes immediately locking with mine as she licks her lips.
She drops the dress and lets it pool at her feet, revealing the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts on full display for me.
“You don’t want to finish your job,” she teases. Her fingers move to the holsters strapped to her thighs, unbuckling them with practiced ease. The other weapons she was ready to use clatter to the floor.
“Do you normally talk back to the person in control ofeducatingyou?”
“Is that an order not to speak?”
The slit in the dress had already given me a glimpse of her long legs, but now they’re fully on display, smooth and toned and begging to be touched.
“It’s an order not to speak back,” I murmur, my voice thick with approval. “Now come here.”
She steps closer, her hips swaying with every step, and I can see the way her nipples harden under the dim lights of the city. She stops just in front of me, her hands resting on my knees as she looks down at me with those dark, hungry eyes.
“Undress me,” I command, my voice low and firm.
Her hands move to my tie first, fingers trembling as they work the silk loose. Each brush of her fingertips against my throat makes my jaw clench with restraint. She moves to the buttons of my shirt next, taking her time, her touch lingering as she pushes the fabric aside. "Like this, sir?" she purrs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her nails scrape lightly over my chest, and my muscles tense under her touch. The way she's looking at me—part defiant, part eager—makes my pulse thunder in my ears. "You follow instructions surprisingly well, Hime."
She pulls the tie completely free, and I take it from her, our fingers brushing in the exchange, my eyes never leaving hers. "Turn around, and “give me your hands,” I order, my voice dropping to a growl.
She obeys without hesitation, turning her back to me and placing her hands behind her back.
I wrap the tie around her wrists, pulling it tight enough to make her gasp. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I have to fight the urge to take her right then and there.
“If you think following instructions will stop your punishment. You’re wrong ,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were a very naughty girl, Nadia.”
She shivers at the sound of my voice, her body trembling with anticipation. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
“Not good enough,” I growl, my hand coming down hard on her ass. The sound of the slap echoes through the room, and she cries out, her body arching into the pain.
“Again,” I command, and she obeys, her voice louder this time. “I’m sorry!”
I spank her again, harder this time, and she moans, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure that sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock. Her skin is already starting to redden under my hand, and I can feel the way her body responds to the punishment, her hips rocking back against me.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my hand rubbing over the spot I just spanked. “Take your punishment like a good girl.”
