Page 87 of Scarred Ruin

Before Isabel, punishment had never been used to whet my sexual appetite. I’d never had a single interest in using a spanking as some method of intimacy. The reason was simple. I hadn’t wanted to get but so close.

After the death of my wife, I’d been the stereotypical guy wanting nothing more than to get his rocks off. That’s all that had mattered. I’d finally come to terms with the fact that with Isabel, everything was different. Still concerning. Still something I’d need to keep a watchful eye on.

Complications weren’t anything I needed.

But letting go with her was warranted. Or at least fulfilled a need.

“You are crazy!” Her exclamation was adorable. Did she really think anything she had to say would stop me?

“Maybe so, but you disobeyed me and deserve a stern reminder.” I brought my palm down several times in rapid succession. I wasn’t going easy on her. While the spanking did follow a filthy little round of sex, that didn’t mean I wasn’t serious about providing her with something she would remember.

If there was a next time she dared think about refusing my orders.

Every crack of my hand brought warmth through my fingers. She wiggled to the point she almost slipped away. I wrapped my arm around her, noticing her face in the reflection of the mirror. Her enjoyment of my dominance was only matched by her rebelliousness. I smiled as I tilted her, rewarded with an even better view of her rounded ass and slickened pussy.

Why did I have a feeling she would remember the event, finding an adequate way of carrying out sweet revenge? Because she was beginning to open herself and her emotions to me. While tentative at best, the trust between us was growing.

I spanked her long and hard, enjoying every sound she made almost as much as witnessing the color on her skin change until her bottom matched the scalding flush on her face. Yes, a lesson was being learned.

There was a chance I could have continued for quite a while had someone not pounded on the door.

A slight gasp was followed by Isabel snapping her head toward the door. “You’re going to get us into trouble.”

“Perhaps so. But I think I can handle it.” I dared smack her bottom four more times, leaving her eyes wild with anger.

“Is anyone inside?” A male voice brought a groan to Isabel’s lips.

“You did this,” she muttered while offering a vile look in the mirror.

“What did I do exactly?” I backed away, enjoying every moment of her being so uncomfortable.

“You’re trying to get us thrown out.” She struggled to adjust her skirt and I could tell the moment she remembered I’d stolen her thong. “Oh! You are evil.”

“Yes, I am and I thought you knew the owner.”

“Yes, but not enough to keep him from kicking us out.”

She was breathless in trying to tie the corset, her frantic reactions keeping me smiling.

“Alright, I’m going to come in. Just be warned.” The man’s voice was a deep baritone.

As she cursed under her breath, her fingers shaking as she finally managed to tie a bow in the ribbon, the door was unlocked and a man stepped inside.

“Oh, Mr. Aristov. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Not a problem, Bob. We were just… having a private conversation.” I tipped my head toward her while she pressed her hand over her face.

“Of course. I was worried something was wrong. Nice to see you, Isabel. You two have a great night.”

He’d walked out, closing the door behind him before she reacted. Just as I knew she would do. She pummeled her fists against my chest.

“You are… the bane of my existence. Is there anyone in this town you don’t know?”

I rubbed my hand down her arm, marveling at how goosebumps trailed closely behind. “A few. But when you own a portion of several business establishments, finding more than a few is difficult. We should return to your friend.”

“Oh!”

As I led her out, I could feel all eyes upon us. If I had any doubts the news would spread that I was seeing someone, they vanished.