Page 29 of Damaged Princess

Vik yanks my panties down the rest of the way and off my legs. A thick finger runs down my slick pussy.

"Goddamn," he growls. "You're absolutely dripping, dirty girl."

I bite my lip to keep from saying something snotty to cover my discomfort. My face burns as I burrow into the couch cushion.

"Everyone has their own scale for pain. One to ten, how would you rate the smacks I just gave you?"

My chest heaves as I focus on the ache in my rear end. The pain is still there, but it doesn't eclipse the aching in my sex.

"Three or four," I whisper as my eyes squeeze shut. "Maybe somewhere around there? Sorry, I don't really know. A few were a five or a six, but overall I'd say a four."

"You're such a good girl. Fucking hell, Anastasia, I really like it when you're honest with me," Vik says, running his hand over my burning cheeks. "I'd say we're halfway done, but you're already extremely red. Don't be afraid to tell me if it gets too much."

Well, damn.

I thought we were done and I was hardcore. If this is a beginner's spanking I don't think I want to level up.

His hand is huge, but he works my backside with evil precision. It's not until he lands a few right on the top of my thighs that I really scream in earnest. The fighting starts again and doesn't stop. The hand holding mine in place rubs tenderly against my skin, and a soft feeling of safety slips in.

My entire body fills with a warmth that starts in my chest and radiates out through my system. Each smack of his hand sends a pulse to my aching core. My nipples are tight and sensitive as they brush the fabric of my dress. It's the bizarre feeling of peace that's difficult to process. I can't decide if I love or hate it.

"What are you being punished for?" Vik's voice shocks me out of my thoughts.

"Because I threw a drink on that woman," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I really am. Please, can we stop?"

"Not just yet," Vik murmurs. "You're doing very well. I'm proud of you, princess."

My impulses preen at that, but it still really freaking hurts. My ass is literally on fire. I don't think I'll sit again normally for days. He continues to pepper my ass with swats that somewhere along the way turn much less intense.

My wailing doesn't stop as my body shakes over Vik's lap.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. My face burns from the crying and maybe a twinge of embarrassment, but most of that faded along the way. "I really am. I know I'm not a good person, but if I don't look out for me…" I sob, shaking my head. I feel like I've said that before, but it's the only justification I have.

"All right," Vik says, pulling me up until I'm facing him. "You're not alone anymore. I get that you don't have a whole lot of faith in anyone with a dick…"

I bury my face in his neck as I hold myself up on my knees to avoid angering my aching bottom. He palms my head as his other arm wraps around my lower back. He holds me close and his scent floods my nostrils.

I feel simultaneously safer than I've ever felt and extremely freaking vulnerable.

"But we'll get there," Vik finally finishes.

My hands land on his shoulders as I press my mouth to his. Vik growls into the kiss as our tongues clash. The proprietary way he grips my hips sends a shiver through my entire body. He's an excellent kisser. It makes me even wetter. I briefly wonder if I left a wet spot on his jeans. Who knew spanking could be so erotic?

"Fucking hell," Wolfe says from somewhere behind me. My dress is still trapped around my hips. I can feel a cool breeze on my very wet cunt now that I think about it.

My head tilts to find Wolfe sitting in the club chair. He's leaning forward and watching with undisguised hunger.

"You've been watching?" My voice comes out as a squeak. "What the hell?"

"Eyes on me, princess." Vik's hand caresses my ass.

"Stop, that hurts," I hiss, smacking his hand away.

"Want to go back down for another round?" Vik asks. His bushy eyebrows rise.

I shake my head.

"No, thank you," I say, trying to calm my racing heart. "Why was he watching?"

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