Page 44 of Delicious Prey

Fuck, you’ve got an amazing ass.

You have no idea how hard you’re making me.

Enjoy sitting down without pain, baby, because I’m going to change that as soon as I get home.

The last message has me sucking in a quick breath at the thought of the spanking I’m going to get. I know I’m playing with fire, but this is too much fun to pass up. I like teasing him. I like pushing this dangerous man to the limit. I shouldn’t. The smart thing would be to obey and become docile and just do whatever he wants, but I can’t seem to manage that. I don’t want to do that. I like seeing the wild look in his eyes, knowing that he’s using all his willpower to keep himself in check. For me. That kind of power is my new weakness. I’m completely addicted to it, and I need my fix.

With a smirk, I walk around his desk and sit my bare ass in his nice leather chair. With an even bigger smile, I set my phone where I can easily read my messages and then hike my feet up onto his desk, bracing my heels against the edge as I spread my thighs wide.

Fucking hell, little bunny, you’re in so much trouble. Don’t you dare touch that sweet cunt without me.

“This sweet cunt?” I ask, trailing a hand down between my breasts and along my stomach before going lower. When I drag a finger along my wet slit, I say, “You’re not here to stop me,” before sliding a finger in.

No, but I’m going to be there soon. I think you’re forgetting that, zaika.

I bring one hand up to cup my breast and give my nipple a soft pinch while I keep fingering myself.

God, you’re such a disobedient, greedy girl. Don’t come without me. Your ass is already in enough trouble.

Sliding in another finger, I moan and say, “But I really want to.”

Tough fucking shit.

I laugh at his response and bring my wet fingers to my clit.

Lydia, he warns.

When I press harder and start to rub myself faster while I pinch my nipple again and let out a breathy moan, he texts, You are sexy as fuck, but my god, sweetheart, am I going to make you regret this.

I decide, perhaps naïvely and foolishly, that my impending orgasm is more important, so I ignore the dangerous hitman and keep rubbing my clit. Wet erotic sounds fill his office, and I know he can hear it because his next text says, Such a filthy dirty girl. I can hear your sloppy wet cunt, baby. Your fingers will never be able to satisfy you. Not anymore. You want my big cock, don’t you, little bunny?

“Yes,” I moan, knowing he can hear the frustration behind that one word, because he’s right. Nothing will ever be able to satisfy me after having his dick. It’s giant cock or nothing from here on out. That still doesn’t stop me from embracing this orgasm, though. It may not be as enjoyable as the ones he gives me, but it’s better than nothing. When it hits, it hits hard, and I moan his name into the empty room, feeling my pussy pulse with the sharp wave of pleasure as my release drips out of me and onto his chair. I keep working myself, gentling my hand, savoring the aftershocks until my limbs are loose and I’m feeling super relaxed and slightly giddy. All that bliss is quickly replaced with a sharp rush of adrenaline when I read his latest text.

I’m home, little bunny.

I jump from his chair and race from the room. He only mentioned seeing me in his office, so it’s possible he doesn’t have cameras in the rest of the house. Possible, but unlikely. I don’t wait around to worry about it. I take off down the hall and run into one of the spare rooms, diving under the bed and hoping like hell he won’t find me until his initial anger has worn off. I know I’m fucked when I hear the steady pounding of his boots on the hardwood floors. He’s not slow or stopping to investigate possible hiding places. No, he’s headed right towards me, no doubt having just watching my naked ass crawl under the bed.

I still hold my breath and turn my head to the side so I can see the open doorway. There is zero hesitancy when he steps into the room. I follow his steel-toe, black boots as they cross the room in his long strides, stopping right before the edge of the bed. I expected him to be a bit irritated at my complete disobedience, but I’ll be honest, I hadn’t expected quite this level of pissed-off. In one quick motion, he pushes the bed aside like it weighs nothing and looks down at me. His eyes are definitely stormy grey right now—a tempest building inside him and about to crash over me.

“Hi,” I say, giving him a quick wave and an I’m sorry smile.

I don’t even get so much as a lip twitch. His face is a mask of stony calm, and that’s when I mentally kick my ass for thinking I could piss off the scary man and come out of it unscathed. Without taking his eyes off me, he slowly unbuckles his black belt. I have just enough time to think oh fuck before he’s pulling it free of his belt loops. Once the leather strap is pulled free, he tightens his grip on it and flicks it out so it gives a sharp snap. Fear and lust wash over me. The sight before me is scary as fuck, yes, but it’s also so goddamn delicious. His large hand gripping that belt, the smell of leather hitting my nose, the tattoos covering his forearms, and the look of pissed-off possessiveness that he’s giving me—it all works together to quickly stir my body back to life.

“Kneel,” he says, and his tone is hard and calm.

I quickly do as he says, but it’s going to take more than my quick obedience to get back in his good graces.

“Clasp your hands and hold them out.”

Again, I immediately do what he says. When my wrists are together, hands clasped and held out to him, he takes his belt and wraps it around them. It’s the type of belt that has holes in it all the way through, so it’s not hard for him to tightly secure it, leaving a long tail that he can grab onto. Satisfied with my bound hands, he reaches down and picks me up, hauling me over his shoulder so my ass is in the air.

“Kirill!” I shout in surprise.

He gives my ass one sharp smack that has me hissing out a curse. “You knew it would come to this, little bunny, and still you did it.”

It’s the only response I get before he starts carrying me upstairs. I mutter a low, “Caveman much?” but if I’m being honest, he’s not wrong. I taunted and pushed him because I like it. I wanted to see what he would do, and I know if I told him to set me down and that I didn’t want to do anything, he would let me go. We just both know I don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t want him to stop whatever he has planned.

Once in the bedroom, he walks to the closet and grabs something from one of the drawers on his side before carrying me back to the center of the bedroom. He sets me down. It’s not rough, but it’s also not all that gentle.

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