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The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, rolling through me in waves that started somewhere very deep and kept going past every boundary I had tried to draw between my body and my current situation. I pressed my face into the cushion and shook and screamed and moaned. I did not manage to be quiet about it.

He held me through it. All of it.

I came so much harder than any of the times in the shower. Heat rolled through me as my inner walls fluttered over and over again, until the pleasure finally crested and started to ebb. My breath pulled in and out of my lungs in frantic gasps as one aftershock after another tore through me.

When my orgasm finally ended, his hand stilled, gentle now, and his other hand rested warm and steady on my back. I lay there for a moment, breathing hard, my ass stinging fiercely, my face hot, my body confused enough to deserve its own incident report. I expected him to let me up right away.

He didn’t.

He just held me there, my vulnerable red ass still in the air.

I tried very hard not to think about how hard I’d come after getting my bare bottom spanked like a naughty little girl.

I also tried not to think about him taking his belt to my ass too.

I failed on both accounts.

His palm rested on my lower back, warm and steady, while the other drew my panties and leggings back up with more care than I was prepared to survive emotionally. The fabric brushing over my punished skin made me hiss. He did not apologize, but I hadn’t expected him to.

Eventually, he helped me sit up. I moved too fast and immediately regretted it because my bottom protested with a hot, stinging reminder of what had just happened. For a few seconds, we sat too close on his expensive couch while my eyes dried, my ass burned, and my entire understanding of myself tried to quietly leave town under an assumed name.

“Youactuallyspanked me,” I pouted.

He looked at me.

“Yes. But you and I both know you earned it, didn’t you, little girl?”

“Yes,” I pouted.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, biting my lip nervously.

“There’s my good girl.”

“I’m still mad.”

“I know.”

“I hate that you keep knowing things.”

His hand lifted, slow enough that I could have moved away, and brushed one damp strand of hair from my cheek. I stayed still, while his fingers lingered near my jaw.

“You were very brave,solnyshko,” he said.

I swallowed.

“That is such a weird thing to say after spanking someone that hard,” I said, pouting even more dramatically.

“No. It is accurate.”

My throat tightened again and I looked away because if I didn’t, I might do something much more dangerous than kissing him.

I might actually believe him.

CHAPTER 18

Ivan