Page 64 of Poisoned Vows

“I can,” I assure her. “And I’m going to. But if you want to keep saying my name like that while I do, I won’t complain.”

I see her chin jut out, her lower lip still trembling, andfuckif it doesn’t make my cock throb and ache. I’d meant for this to be purely a punishment, not the kind of thing I get up to with the women I pay in the Chicago sex clubs. Still, the thought of seeing her ass reddened from my belt has my cock straining, pre-cum dripping down my shaft and soaking my boxers as I motion again for her to turn around.

She shakes her head, swallowing hard, and I let out a sigh.

“You’re only making this worse for yourself.” I step forward, my hand on her shoulder as I turn her around firmly, pushing her down so that she’s bent over towards the end of the bed. “Grab the footboard and hold on. If you move, I’ll find a way to tie you to it so you can’t. You’re not getting out of this,krolik.”

“Stop calling me that,” she whispers, her voice trembling as her fingers close around the footboard. I can see that she’s terrified, but it’s hard for me to think about anything other than how fucking gorgeous she looks bent over like that, the curve of her back and the slope of her ass making the prettiest fucking picture I’ve ever seen, the swollen lips of her pussy peeking out between her thighs. I can still see the pearlescent drip of my cum between those pink folds, and the fresh, glistening arousal that tells me that something about this is arousing her, too.

“Count, little rabbit,” I tell her. “If you obey me, and don’t fight, I’ll stop at twenty.”

“Twenty?” she gasps, and I step behind her, still far enough away that I can see the picture-perfect view of her from behind, but able to reach her with the belt. “Nikolai, please—”

“It’s too late to beg now,krolik.”

I don’t bring the belt down as hard as I could on the first strike. She jerks in place anyway, letting out a gasp as the leather strikes her pale flesh, leaving a mark that makes my cock jerk, seeing the red stripe left behind.

She says nothing else, and I pause, waiting. When nothing else comes, I shake my head. “I told you to count, Lilliana.”

“Fuck you,” she spits out, and I let out a sigh.

“Lilliana, I will keep doing this until you start to count. And then it will be twenty from there. If you make me wait too long, I’ll start raising that number.” I reach out, running my fingers over the mark left behind, and she shudders under my touch. “You can’t fight this, little rabbit. The trap hurts less when you stop squirming.”

She lets out a slow, shuddering breath, her fingers clenching the wood of the footboard. When I bring the belt down again, she gasps again, but this time whispers: “One.”

“Good girl.” I bring the belt down on the opposite side.

“Two.”

She keeps counting, and I bring the leather down again and again, watching the pattern it makes on her perfect flesh. By five, I can hear the sound of her beginning to sniffle through the count, and by ten, she’s crying. But by twelve, I can tell something else is happening—something I’d suspected from the moment I cut through her sweater.

She’s wet. I can see the arousal starting to drip down her thighs, her pussy even more swollen and flushed, a shade lighter than her reddened ass. And when I bring the belt down for the fourteenth stroke, the small cry she makes ends on a moan.

“Ah, there we go, little rabbit.” I reach out, gently running my fingers over the marks I’ve left. “You like this, don’t you? It hurts, but it feels good, too.”

Lilliana shakes her head, and it doesn’t surprise me. She was never going to admit it. But she can’t hide it from me, any more than she’s been able to hide how aroused she is in bed.

“It’s alright to like it, little rabbit.” I bring the belt down again, my cock jerking as she chokes out her count for fifteen. “Moan for me,krolik. Let me hear how much you like my belt against your pretty skin.”

She shakes her head mutinously, her jaw clenched. I can see how tight it is from where I’m standing.

“You can’t hide it.” I bring down the belt, feeling another jolt of arousal when she moans outsixteen. “You’ll have to admit it eventually,devochka.”

She shakes her head again; the only sound she makes is the breathy moans as she counts out each stroke, again and again, until my entire body feels as if it’s throbbing with desire. I know I shouldn’t touch her when I’m done, that this isn’t about fucking her, that she won’t want me to—but I reach the twentieth stroke and look down at her trembling body, her swollen pussy dripping with her arousal, and I can feel the thread of my self-control fraying.

I can’t remember ever being so hard. I can’t remember ever needing anything as much as I need to be inside of her. And when she lets go of the footboard, twisting away from me before I tell her she can, something snaps.

I bring the belt down against her thigh. “Did I tell you that you could move,krolik?” I growl, my voice dark and deadly, and she lets out a small cry.

“Put your hands back on the bed. Spread your legs.”

“Nikolai—”

I should hear the plea in her voice, how different it is from before. The defiance is gone, replaced by a tremulous fear. Sheispleading with me now, pleading the way I’d hoped she would, for me to keep going, not to stop. But I’m past listening to her. My frustration boils over, mixed with the lust, and I step over the line that I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t.

“Spread your legs, Lilliana.”

Her legs part, her hands clutching the foot of the bed, and I want to see her come from the belt. I want her to fall apart for me, before I thrust my cock into her, and I bring the leather down on the insides of her damp thighs, no longer asking her to count. I see her pussy clench on nothing, open and vulnerable for me with her legs spread like this, and I can see from the way the muscles in her thighs twitch and jump that she’s close.

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