Like he promised, he spanked me forty times without an ounce of mercy. His every hit, more lethal than the last one. My asscheeks were burning lava by the time he got done with me. I had water leaking both from my eyes and my pussy. I moaned, whimpered, screamed as he spanked me over and over again without a pause. "Forty," I sniffled as he hit me for the last time. "You are forgetting something," he glided his palm over my ass. "Thank you for spanking me," I gritted out."So you liked it, huh? You like it so much that it made you wet. Your juices are soaking into my trouser," he rasped, gently caressing my ass and I burned in shame. How can someone be aroused by pain was beyond me. But I oculdn't help it. Pleasure was tightly braided into pain as he spanked me. I must be losing my mind for feeling this way. He chuckled and gave my ass a gentle slap, jiggling them. I hissed as I was too sensitive and too sore for a simple touch. Barely a moment passed when I heard a camera click
He returned a minute later, carrying a dress in his hand. His chest was bare and I could see a few drops of water glistning across his solid pecks. Not an inch of softness on him. The mighty Russian was a mass of rippling muscles. His dark hair was wet and messy, some falling short of his deep stormy eyes. This much beauty should be illegal. "Wear it," he glanced briefly at me while laying the dress on the bed. He then rose to his full height and ran his eyes along the length of my body. His eyes lingering on my intimate parts a little longer than necessary. I noticed his throat rolling as he stared unabashadely at my bare crotch. The intensity of his gaze made me squirm in my spot. He was a pervert."You have five minutes," his gaze found its way back to my eyes. I kept my mouth shut. Saying that, he spun on his heels to leave. I rushed over to where the dress was lying. I picked it up and frowned when I found no undergarments with it. "I can't find the undergarments," I turned t
"I..I am fine," I replied with my eyes downcast. "Looks like you want more punishment," he remarked. My head shot up and I looked at him with wide eyes. No more punishments. I was already tired. I stepped forward and grudgingly lowered myself on his lap. "Now it was not that difficult, was it?" he stated and circled his arm around my waist, locking me in place. I scowled but didn't say anything. He upturned his plate and begin filling it up with all sort of cuisines. He cut the meat into pieces and peeled the shrimps. After he was done, he placed the plate in front of me. "Eat," he commanded. I cast him a look over my shoulder and opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn't hungry, even though I was. I had barely eaten anything eralier due to all the restlessness I was feeling and then Ron also left. "Don't bother lying. I know you are hungry," he called me out before I could even speak. I decided not to push my luck and grabbed the fork. I pierced into a piece with my fork. "Are
We returned home at the crack of dawn. Thankfully, everyone was still asleep. I opened the door as soon as he killed the engine. He had ditched his limo back at the cottage and opted for a small car in order to avoid unnecessary attention. But before I could step out, he stopped me by grabbing my wrist. Confused, I turned my face to look at him. Instead of saying anything, he let his eyes run along the length of my body. His appraising gaze paused on my chest and a smirk fell over his firm mouth. I didn't need to glance down to figure out what he was staring so proudly at. Mr. beast had left a giant hickey on the top of my left breast. He had put it on me when I was out like a light. Miffed, I pulled up the neckline, hiding the mark from him. Thankfully, he had given me another dress which was decent alongwith undergarments before we set out for home. At my move, his smirk hardened before he lifted his gaze to me. My heart gave a violent lurch when I caught a ominous warning brewing
"Hey, everything alright?" Ron enquired when he saw me leaning on the balcony. I wiped away my unsehd tears and turned to look at him. Concern was written all over his face as he approached me. I willed my lips into a smile and nodded. "Yes, everything is good," I answered. My assurance did nothing to ease the concern on his face. He stood in front of me and assessed my face. A line appeared between his brows as he focused on my eyes. He brought his face forward and squinted. I was about to ask him what happened when he spoke up. "Are you wearing contacts?" he asked in confusion. I froze and my eyes widened in surpise. "Your one eye is golden and the other is blue," he added, sounding puzzled. I turned sharply towards the glass door to check my eyes. Indeed one of my lenses had slipped off. One of my blue eyes was staring back at me. "Shit," I cursed under my breath as my gaze frantically swept across the floor for my lens. I must have dropped it somewhere while rubbing my eyes. W
"Damn it, Eva," I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes in relief as my cock shot ribbons after ribbons cum. Some of the hot sticky liquid fell on the back of my hands and the rest hit the wet floor. My skin was scorching and my brain was muddled with thoughts of her. Eva. This woman has my hormones raging. I am undeniably drawn to her. She is on my mind 24/7. Her lips, her hair, her body, her soul, everything calls out to me. My cock readily sticks up in attention everytime I sense her presence around me. Everything about her is just beautiful. She is both gentle and fierce. She is naive but not immature. She is clumsy too but in a cute way. In a way that makes me crave her more. It makes me want to fuck her brains out in MY bed and ground my scent into every pore of her being. I want her to smell like me. She should carry my scent along wherever she goes so that others know she is claimed and out of their reach. Claimed by the Invictus. Even though her scent isn't the mo
I woke up early in the morning to visit a store for contacts. Ron accompanied me as he was familiar with the place and knew where I could get it. I coudl sense his curiosity. He wanted to ask me about it but wasn't sure how to approach the topic. Ron didn't know much about my previous pack just that they had tortured me and I was on a run. I sighed and looked over at him. I told him it was to hide my identity. Ron didn't ask further. Luckily, we got the exact contacts I needed. We left for home after that. Ron asked the driver to stop by a restaurant so that we could have breakfast. We had rushed directly to the store in the morning. We had sandwich and coffee at a cafe. We came home sometime later. Penny and Adam were in the hall. I stopped in my track when I noticed Zavion as well. He was staring at Penny in astonishment. A chill crept through me. Why is he staring at her in disbelief? Can it be....a lick of fear crawled up my spine at the thought. My feet hastily carried me towa
I looked up Dyslexia on my phone and studied a few articles on it. I made Penny write a few random lines and this time I couldn't not ignore the similarities between her writing and the one I saw in pictures. My heart sank. I couldn't help but wonder if Zavion was right. What if she indeed has dyslexia? I stared at the paper in shock and utter dismay. I had no idea what to do about it now? Fuck, I didn't even know this thing existed. Which doctor should I take her to? Does this place has some nice doctors? "Mom?" Penny pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see her standing in front of me. She was looking at me, confused. My Penny always senses her mother's distress. I smiled at her and gathered her tiny body on my lap. "Mom is making apple pie today. Does Penny want some?" I gently brushed her baby hair away from her face and cradled her soft chubby cheek. Her eyes instantly sparkled with joy at the mention of apple pie. "Yes," she bounced on my lap joyously. I chuckled at