10. Katya

What the hell just happened?

My head spins as I slowly sit up and undress for a shower. My body feels like a live wire of sensations. The sharp sting on my ass, and the hot desire burning between my thighs.

What did he do to me?

I take a shaking breath, trying to pull myself together. I’ve never been so aware of my body—or so desperate for release. I feel exposed, left alone while Yuri goes and does who knows what.

I slowly get up, my legs weak, and head to the bathroom.

God, that was incredible.

I can’t believe Yuri bent me over and spanked me like a misbehaving child. And I can’t believe how much I liked it. My body feels hyper-aroused, and I stretch out on the bed to cool down.

My clit throbs, needing Yuri’s touch. His fingers, his tongue. I’m still so close…

My hands slide lower, remembering the shock of impact as he spanked me—and how the discomfort quickly melted into something more. A heady mix of pleasure and pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Once my initial shock faded, I was surprised to find just how sensual the whole thing was.

I slide over my belly and down between my thighs. I know he told me not to touch myself, but he wouldn’t ever know.

Right?

No. He would know.

Know it by my face.

Know it because that’s what he does.

Knows things about me.

Also …

I want to obey him.

Blech!

I can’t believe it, I don’t want to believe it, but it’s true.

I want to please him.

I want to trust that he knows what he’s doing with me.

I’m still frustrated as hell, so I’ll take a shower a little colder than usual.

A lot colder. Maybe my throbbing body will cool down.

I glimpse in the mirror the ugly, carmine-colored bruises on my back and remember how they got there.

I shiver and try to get that out of my head. I replaced it with Yuri helping me in the bath. Standing over me the entire time, his eyes raking up and down my body, his hands on my shoulders, gently shampooing my hair.

I soak, think, and wonder how he’s going to remind me of what I did. I initiated the sex last night.

Initiated is a nice way of saying I fucking begged him to bury his cock in me.

I would feel shameful and guilty about begging for sex — again. But the spanking seems to have expiated that sin from me. Not that it’s a sin, but it will definitely have a cost with Yuri. He’ll throw it in my face in the future when I tell him I hate him. I don’t feel guilty for getting spanked, but if I did it probably would have cured that too.

I quickly dry off, thoughts whirling in my mind. I’d never admit it to anyone, but already there’s something in me that’s eager for Yuri’s approval. I don’t know what that makes me, but I want to please him. To hear him murmur, “Good girl,” and reward me for my obedience. I don’t understand it, but it’s what I want.

If this is his game, it’s working.

I dress in jeans and a thin white T-shirt, and head downstairs.

“What do you feel like for dinner?” Yuri asks.

My stomach is growling but I say “Salad?”

Yuri gives me a sharp look. “Salad? I thought I may have worked up more of an appetite in you than salad. Eat a real meal, you’ll need the energy,” he adds with a grin.

Yup, he won’t let it go and just not talk about it, will he? All those good feelings from before, the spanking having expiated all sins and all embarrassment is completely gone. My cheeks turn red, and my tongue feels fat and Yuri doesn’t take his eyes off me, not for a moment.

“I … uhh ...”

“Did I fuck you senseless? You had no problem asking me to fuck you last night.”

“I remember what happened,” I tell him. This feels like an interrogation already. “And you regret it this morning?”

“Not until right now. I felt good and strong a few moments ago.”

“That’s good. The truth. Now try it again for what kind of food you want.”

Suddenly, I feel exhausted, too tired to fight. “Just give me a break, alright? Not everything has to be a fight.”

“I’m not doing this to pick a fight,” Yuri’s tone softens. “I want you at full strength for very selfish reasons.”

I shake my head. “I’m not hungry.”

“Yes, you are,” Yuri insists. “We’re going to go eat once you tell me what you want.”

“Is that an order?” I shoot back, my temper flaring.

“Yes.”

“Wow,” I roll my eyes. “You really don’t get it, do you? You wouldn’t think I was still sexy if I let myself go.”

“Believe me, I would.” Yuri gives me a wolfish look. “You have my permission to let yourself go.”

“Jesus, I have midterms to study for, I can’t let myself go.”

“It’s an order, kiska.”

“Fuck you.”

“Here?”

He grabs my wrist and pushes me up against the wall. Instead of fear, all I feel is desire.

“Let me go,” I bark, trying to push him away from me with my body. That’s a mistake. My body pressed against the hard warmth of his body is a bad idea. All it does it turn me on, make me weak, make me want him. My nipples grow hard immediately and heat bloom between my legs.

“Get away from me.”

“Say sorry for disobeying me.”

“Fuck you,” I say instead. “You told me to never apologize, remember?”

“Do you want me to punish you? Because it’s like you’re begging me for it. Goading me.” He thinks out load. “Never mind that for now, what would you eat, if you could have anything in the world?”

I pause. “I’d get a thick, juicy cheeseburger and fries. And an icy cold beer to wash it all down.”

Yuri looks surprised.

My stomach rumbles so loudly that Yuri notices. He laughs. “Grab your coat. I know just the place.”

I glanced down at my jeans. “I should change first.”

“No, you shouldn’t. That’s your problem,” he says. “You care what other people think.”

I sigh. “I just don’t want to look stupid.”

“What makes you think you’ll look stupid?”

“I just… I don’t know. I guess it won’t be a fancy place if we’re doing cheeseburger and beer but I always feel like I should overdress. Fancy places are not for me.”

“What makes you say that?”

I open my mouth and then close it. When I’m able to answer, my voice is soft. “Dad used to say it, I guess it stuck.”

“I should have just fucking killed him,” he says darkly.