Page 52 of Corruption

“It’s okay,” I say. “I deserve this.”

Alik smacks me in the ass. “What did I tell you about talking when I didn’t tell you to?”

“Alik…”

I think I might have to intervene regardless, because I can hear in Kiya’s voice that she’s not sure Alik’s not hurting me, and I’m not sure Alik gets that. Understands that she’s not just acting. But turns out I should give my husband more credit.

“She had her safe word, Kitten. You remember it?”

“Elope,” Kiya answers.

“Did you hear her say it?”

“No.”

“Exactly. Now hit her.”

A few seconds later, I feel the strike of the belt on my ass and, fuck, for a girl her size she knows how to make it hurt.

“Count,” Alik demands.

“Eleven,” I say.

“From one.”

“One,” I say.

Kiya strikes me again.

“Two.”

Kiya keeps going. I expect her to let up, but she never does. And even though I know it will get me in worse trouble, I chance a glance over my shoulder to look at her. There’s that fierceness in her expression that always comes out when I least expect it and always manages to surprise me. When she first stood up to Alik. When she stood up to that stranger at that club. But there’s something much more stern in it now. Something angry. Something livid.

It's not at me. It’s for something else that she’s taking out by beating my ass, but fuck is it a turn on.

“Eyes forward,” Alik warns.

I follow his instruction, but the image of Kiya’s angry expression is burned into my mind as she strikes me and I count until my legs are trembling and my pussy is aching and I feel myself about to explode in pleasure.

Alik, however, knows me too well.

“Stop.”

I moan. Both in pain and in despair that he made Kiya stop just as my orgasm was about to burst inside my body. I stand sweating with trembling legs and say, “Alik. Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Let me come.”

“What do you think, Kitten? Should we?”

Kiya doesn’t immediately answer.

“Kitten?” Alik urges.

“It would be like rewarding bad behavior,” she finally says, a certain rasp to her normally soft breathless voice, and that’s almost enough to make me come in and of itself. “But maybe we can show her some mercy. What do you think?”

“I think you’re the one she wronged, so it’s your decision,” Alik says.

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