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And I very much don’t want to.
“I just want you,” I tell him, my voice a needy whine. “Please, Roman.”
He brings his face close to mine, so close our lips could touch if he only moved an inch. “Well bad girls don’t get what they want,” he says in a deadly calm voice. Then he’s flipping me onto my stomach, making my arms cross over my head where they’re secured to the headboard. Before I can react, before I can do anything, I feel cool air on my bottom as my dress is hiked up.
“God damn,” he mutters behind me. I’m wearing a skimpy thong so I know he can see almost every inch of my bare skin.The vulnerability of being on display for him makes me shiver in pleasure. “This ass is so fucking perfect.”
I twist my head, trying to see him over my shoulder, but a sharp slap to my ass stops me cold. “You said you wanted a spanking?” he asks in that same deadly calm voice. “I think you’re going to change your mind about that pretty soon.”
“Roman—”
“Quiet,” he barks. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl.” Then he starts to spank me in earnest, no break between the stinging blows. He isn’t going easy on me, isn’t giving me a chance to warm up to it. This isn’t a teasing little game—ithurts.
“You can do better than that,” he chides when I try to squirm away from him. “I’ve seen you take much more painful implements than a hand.” Then he’s straddling my thighs, keeping me pinned below his weight so I can’t wiggle or thrash as he continues to spank me.
“Like that time I saw you take a paddle to the ass and thighs on that spanking bench in the theater. Or the riding crop last spring. Or the cane in the dungeon.” He leans over me, chest pressing into my back, and brings his face close to mine. “Every single damn time, Noelle. I remember them all. Every time I had to watch other men touch you. Punish you. Put their marks on you. Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
“I wanted it to be you,” I sob against the pillow. “I always wanted it to be you.”
“Fuck,” he groans, then he’s kneeling once again, more blows raining down on my ass. “You have no idea how good you look with my handprints on you. So fucking beautiful.”
“Roman, please,” I beg.
“You want me to stop?” he taunts.
“No! God, please don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, angel.” He spanks me again and again. It feels so amazingly good, better than any spanking I’ve ever had.Because it’s him,my heart sings. It should have always been him.
“Please,” I beg again.
“You said you didn’t want me to stop.” His tone is easy, conversational, like he isn’t currently inflicting the most intense spanking of my life. “So what are you begging for?”
“Touch me!”
He pauses, the blows stopping. I can’t even hear him breathing anymore. A surge of fear whips through me—did I push him too far? Is he going to stop now? Is he going to?—
“Oh my god,” I cry as two thick fingers plunge into me.
“Damn it, angel,” he groans, pushing my thong to the side to give him better access. “You’re so wet.”
“Yes.”
“This is for me?” He thrusts his fingers harder, deeper. “All this sweet wetness?”
“All of it is for you, Roman.”
Another sharp smack on my bottom even as the fingers on his other hand continue to press into me. The dual sensation is so good I could come, just from this. “You call mesir,” he growls, and tears come to my eyes.
Doesn’t he understand that it’s what I’ve always wanted to call him? Not just in the viewing booth with a glass wall in between us. Not just in the main lounge when I’m serving drinks to him and the other Doms. But here, like this, just the two of us. Him touching me, controlling me, punishing me. I’ve wanted him to be my sir, to be my master, for so long.
“Yes, sir,” I murmur, and the words feel like freedom on my tongue.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asks, adding a third finger, making me cry out. “You’re so needy for me, angel.”
“Always, sir. You make me feel so good.”
“You think any other man in this place could make you feel like this?” He smacks me again, somehow even harder, as his three fingers continue to thrust in an unrelenting pace. “You think anyone else could do this to you?”
