Sophia’s POV
The door to my room opened and Ivan walked in and I was suddenly aware of what I had on. I’m currently wearing a navy blue coloured button-down shirt, I’m assuming it’s Ivan’s seeing as Maxim had brought it to me late in the afternoon.
Honestly, I was shocked. I didn’t expect him to bother with sending a change of clothes for me after I had clearly pissed him off this morning. I had been preparing for the worst since he left my room.
Seriously, he’s confusing me at this point. I can’t seem to read him. One minute he shows me passive kindness and the next he’s trying to cut my head off.
“Good evening to you, Mr Kozlov,” I said with caution. I had to be careful, I didn’t want to mess with him and I’m kind of grateful he sent a change of clothes for me. It may not be what I expected but it’s a huge difference. I don’t smell like shit anymore, but I smell like… him.
No response.
Dark blue eyes bored into me. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable and self-conscious and to my mortification, I felt my nipples pucker up. And this shirt is almost too thin and I am wearing nothing underneath it.
Leave it to my body to betray me in a situation like this. I hope to God he doesn’t notice what’s going on, that would be embarrassing.
“Thank you for the shirt, I really appreciate and I’m sorry about this morning,” I said quietly. Hoping to ease the tension in the room. It felt so thick I could suffocate from it.
He stepped away from the door he was leaning on and walked towards me. His dominating and ruthless demeanour unnerves me, annoys me, and excites me. I definitely need help.
He stopped in front of me, where I was seated on the bed and he held my chin up to look at him.
“Look, I know what I did this morning was wrong. I am truly sorry.”
Silence.
What on earth is going on in this man’s head for fuck’s sake?!
“I’m sorry, okay? I got controlled by anger. Can you at least say something?” I blurted out. “Please don’t be mad, I said I was sorry,” I said quietly this time.
He dragged in a breath and then exhaled slowly.
“Are you really sorry?” he said softly, despite his hard expression.
Uhmm…
When I didn’t reply, staring blankly at him. He tilted his head to the right and raised an eyebrow. Waiting for a reply.
“Yes, I am. I just said I was sorry, Mr. Kozlov,” I replied.
He smirks. Actually smirks.
It was unsettling, it was definitely a sign he was up to no good.
“If you are sorry, and I mean truly sorry. Are you willing to earn my forgiveness?” He asked calmly.
“What do you”
He cuts me off, “No questions Princess, it is a yes or no question. So answer it. And just so you know, you can’t say ‘no’.”
“What? That’s not fair, you aren’t giving me any options here,” I said defiantly.
“Yes or no, answer the damn question solnyshko.” [Sunshine]
“Yes, Mr. Kozlov. I’m willing to earn your forgiveness.” I answered in defeat.
“Good Girl,” he croons.
And fuck if that doesn’t make my stomach flip.
He sits beside me on the bed.
Huh?
“Get up,” he said with a glint in his eyes.
I stood up from the bed, looking down at him.
“Lie on your front across my thighs,” he said, patting his thighs.
What the fuck is going on now?
“Mr. Kozlov, I”
“This is your only chance to prove it, solnyshko. Because if you are truly sorry, that will lessen your punishment. Are you truly sorry?”
I nodded. My mouth felt too dry, I couldn’t speak. What is going on and why am I reacting this way?
“Words, Princess, I need you to use your words. Are you truly sorry?”
“Yes, I am truly sorry,” I swallowed thickly.
“Then you know what to do, no?”
“But”
“Do not speak. Just do as you are told, you said you’re willing to earn my forgiveness, no? Lie on my thighs with your back to me. Do it now,” he said with a tone that left no room for argument.
Slowly, I moved towards him. Then I lay down on his thighs, my belly, and breasts pressing against his thighs.
The things it did to me…
I waited there for a long time, what felt like hours. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t even speak to me.
After another few seconds, I couldn’t stand it.
“I”
“Not a word,” he growled.
I pressed my lips together and waited, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
He gently lifts the small part of his button-down shirt covering my butt.
Wait, what?
Part of me felt excited and thrilled. But the sane part of me, the part of me that wanted to hate this, “W-what do you think you’re doing?”
“Princess, I do not explain myself to you. That is not how this works.”
He places his hand on my butt, massaging it gently and I lose my sense of reasoning.
“You’ll not pull that shit you tried with me this morning, do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
I could already feel myself getting wet, I didn’t know if I should flee or kill myself. This was embarrassing. I definitely wouldn’t mind the ground opening up to swallow me at this point.
“Alright, I’m pleased to know you’re truly sorry. But I have to punish you. Pick a safe word.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You heard me, Sophia, pick a safe word.”
“Red.”
“Good girl, now spread your legs for me, princess.” I did as he asked embarrassingly fast. “I’m going to spank you now, and I want you to count each one. I’ll spank you twenty times. If you mess up, miscount, or forget to count, we start all over. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Kozlov, understood.”
“Call me Ivan, princess. Say my name.”
“Yes, Ivan.”
“Good. Let’s begin.”
My breath punched from my lungs as the first blow landed.
“One,” I gasped.
He rubbed the area soothingly with great care pulling a low whimper from me. I yelped as the second smack came. “Two,” I said, voice trembling.
Smack! “Three!”
Smack! “Four!”
Smack! “Five!” I gasped, and the pain exploded across my bare ass.
Smack!
“Bloody hell!” I tried to move away, kicking my legs. The skin stung like I’d been attacked by bees back there, but I had gotten wetter and more aroused.
“Count, or you will receive more than twenty.”
I wasn’t certain I could endure even ten. “Sorry, six,” I said, quickly.
“Louder,” he snapped, fire cracking across my skin with another strike. “Now, princess.”
“Six!” I gritted out, my fingers digging into his hard thighs.
The spanking happened in quick succession, every slap in a different place along my ass and thighs. I shouted each number, my brain struggling to keep up. My lungs labored to drag in enough air, and I was way too aroused. Too turned on for my own liking.
Then he paused and brushed gentle fingertips over the skin and I sighed. My ass tingled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and the light touch echoed in my clit. Fuck, that was nice. Painful, but nice.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, lust evident in his voice.
“You are almost done with your punishment, princess.”
“Please, please, please,” I said on a long whine. I needed him to fuck me, right now.
Wait, what? No, no, no, no. Not happening. I can not possibly let my captor fuck me. That’s fucked up.
The irony. I am practically letting him spank me silly on his thighs. Turning me into a sobbing and whimpering mess. It doesn’t get more fucked up than that.
“Fuck, solnyshko. I love how you are a needy mess right now, begging and writhing against my thighs.”
My pussy contracted around the emptiness, and I could feel the wetness drip onto my inner thighs.
The next strike of his palm across my skin stole my breath. It hurt worse than the previous strikes combined. “Fuck, shit! Sixteen!”
“You have a filthy mouth, malen’kiy tsvetok. You really love to be spanked,” he said in amazement.
Another strike, this time across the tops of my thighs. I panted, sweat breaking out all over my body. Oh, fuck.
Smack! “Seventeen, oh God,” I whimpered.
Smack! “Oh fuck, eighteen.”
“Two more,” he said. “I will make them fast.”
“Ivan, please-”
His palm smacked me two times in quick succession and I sobbed loudly.
How does this hurt and make me so horny at the same time? I thought as I lay limply on his thighs.
I am so fucked. And I don’t think I hate it…