“Of course, it’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment, Sofiya. Be my good girl again and take it.” Spank.
I don’t complain any longer. I’m desperate for him to see me as his good girl.
My hands clutch the bedsheets as I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for this to be over. I want to feel his hand on my skin, but Mikhail doesn’t lift my dress once. He just spanks me through the fabric, over and over.
“Please,” I gasp, unable to take any more.
“We’ll be done when I say we’re done. You need to learn your lesson. Now, tell me. Will you ever embarrass me in front of my men again?”
“No!” I cry out.
“Good.”
Quickly, he pushes my dress up and rolls me onto my back, ripping my panties down. The sudden movement makes me wince as my sore backside touches the mattress. Mikhail unzips his pants and takes out his erection. He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed.
I gasp when he places it against my entrance. I’m also surprised by how warm I feel. He locks his eyes with mine right before entering me.
We moan together. My inner walls clench down hard on him, needing more, always needing more.
Mikhail grips my hips and thrusts into me hard and rough. I let my body relax into the bed and take what he’s doing to me. I need this. The pain and pleasure. The punishment and the forgiveness.
“Are you my good girl?” he asks, grinding his hips against mine.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes!”
Despite how upset I am with him, I know I’m still his. I want to be his forever.
I just want him to be mine as well.
“I need more,” I whine, reaching up for him. He grabs my hands and lays them over my head, pressing his chest against mine. It dawns on me that this is the first time we’ve ever had sex in our bed. I’m not sure Mikhail even realizes that. Is this his way of letting me in?
God, I hope so. I just want him to protect and care for me.
I want him to love me.
Mikhail groans as he pushes deeper inside, brushing his length against every part inside of me. Our pace is fast and wild like we don’t have a care in the world. He’s claiming me.
I’ve never seen Mikhail this unhinged during sex before.
“Mikhail,” I gasp out. My hips arch up to meet his.
He growls lower, thrusting harder.
“Promise me you’re mine,” he says in a gentler voice. “Promise me.”
“I’m always yours, Mikhail. Always!”
We come at the same exact time, our bodies shuddering with our release. When I feel his seed inside me, I feel the smallest amount of hope that we’ll have our own child someday and Mikhail will tell me he loves me.
Because I know why I was so upset tonight. It’s because I love him. I’m not falling. I’m already there. But he hurt my heart when he didn’t stand up for Vik, and I don’t know if I can forgive that.
Mikhail gently kisses my neck as he remains buried inside me. My hands cling to his back, keeping him close. I don’t want him going anywhere.
But, eventually, he pulls out of me and stands up, putting his length back inside his pants. “You’re forgiven, Sofiya.”
I almost cry at his words. “Thank you.”
He sighs deeply as he looks me over, gazing at me body sprawled out on the bed. “You’re right. I should have stopped Aleksander from doing that to Viktoriya. She didn’t deserve that.”
“Dance is her life. I know it’s hurting her that she can’t do it normally right now.”
“I didn’t realize what dance meant to her. What it meant to you either.”
I sit up, pushing my dress back down. “I miss it,” I admit. “But not as much as Vik does. Ballet was always her dream. It just became mine because that’s what my father wanted from me. It was exhilarating, though.”
“Dance for me,” he says softly. “But only if you want to. I won’t force you to.”
“I can’t dance in this dress. It’s too tight.”
“So, get naked for me.” His voice turns husky and lights me on fire all over again.
Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly peel my dress and bra off. My underwear is already on the ground. Mikhail looks me over like he always does, with lust and awe.
“Sit down,” I tell him.
