Chapter 26

Nothing makes my cock harder than the squeal she makes when my belt lands across her ass.

It's a fucking symphony.

"Sergei!" She cries out a plea, but she's not getting an ounce of mercy from me.

"I was clear, yes, about not speaking about yourself like you did?" I bring my arm back, ready to unleash another lash across her lush ass.

There's already three red marks crossing both cheeks, but I'm not done painting her ass red.

"Yes, but—" The slap of the belt against her flesh cuts her off.

"But nothing." I bring it down again, lower this time, just above her thigh. Her ass bounces from the force, and fuck, my cock is going to rip through these pants.

I reach down, fisting her hair at the scalp and drag her head back until she's looking up at me. Unshed tears sit on the brim of her bottom lid, while a single tear slides down her cheek.

I clench my jaw.

She's too fucking beautiful.

It's painful how fucking much I want to get inside her, claim her, over and over again.

"If I heard a man insult you, do you know what I would do to him?" What I did do to the fucking prick who wrote those ugly words about her.

"No." Her throat works as she swallows. A little blink, and the fat tears roll down, sliding into her hairline.

"I would cut out the tongue he used to say them." In the case of the scumbag journalist, he left with several broken fingers. He'll have a little harder time typing out his insults in the future.

"You are my wife." I lower my face to hers. "And no one insults my wife." I let go of her with a shove. "Ass up higher, you have five more coming."

She moans, but I can already see the arousal glistening on her pussy lips.

My girl may hate it when I punish her, but her body craves the pain, the discipline.

I'm only too happy to give her what she needs.

I waste no time. Her body jerks forward with each lash, but she moves right back into position for me, offering me her ass for my belt.

Tears leak from her eyes, rolling off her cheeks to the platform beneath her. Watching her body, her expression in the mirror, I make sure to get her close to the edge, but never let her tumble over to where she dives into a fog of submissive pleasure.

After the fifth stroke of my belt, I unbutton my slacks and move behind her, pulling my cock out and squeezing just enough to relieve some of the pressure.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror." I bring my cock to her entrance. Her heat spreads across the head of my dick before I even touch her soaked pussy.

She turns her head so she can see us in the mirror. Her face is already bright red. Maybe it's because her breasts hang heavy or because the curve of her belly is exaggerated in this position.

I reach beneath her, squeezing her breast.

"I love every fucking curve, Cora. Do you get that? Every curve." I release her and slap her hip, watching again as her ass cheeks bounce for me.

My eyes roll with my need to be inside her.

She's so fucking beautiful. How anyone can look at this woman and not see perfection is beyond me.

Maybe it's her spirit.

Or how hard she works to fight for her mother.

Or maybe it's because every time she walks into a room, my body tingles with the need to be near her.

It doesn't fucking matter.

All that matters is that she understands, everything about her is perfect.

"I get it, Sergei. I do." Her soft eyes meet mine in the mirror and her shoulders relax.

After dropping the belt to the platform, I grab her hips and drive into her with one powerful thrust.

Her body jerks forward, but she catches herself before she hits the platform. It doesn't deter me.

The heat of her pussy clenches around me and nothing will stop me from having what I want.

"Don't you look away." I slap her ass when her head starts to turn, but the quick reminder has her eyes flying open and her attention fully focused on our bodies slamming into each other.

My girl isn't a pushover.

She's fucking me every bit as much as I'm fucking her.

As I plow forward, she's driving back at me. It's a collision of flesh and arousal and our grunts mingle above us.

"Sergei." My name falls from her lips just as her eyes roll. "Please."

"Please what?" I reach below her again, this time pinching her nipple and twisting it.

She squeals and pushes back against me even harder.

"Please let you come?" I ask, releasing her nipple only to pinch the other.

She grinds out a groan.

I love her frustration.

It makes my cock even hungrier for her.

"Yes. Please. Oh… fuck… oh…" She slams her hand into the platform as I move from her nipple to her clit. A little pinch before I rub the fat of my middle finger over it, rolling the hard nub in circles. "Yes. Like that… oh, god, just… like… that."

"Beg me, Cora. Beg me to let you come." I slap her ass again. "Do not come without my permission, or I'll fuck your ass right here without any preparation."

Just the idea of driving into the tight passage makes my balls pull up tight.

I'm going to lose it.

"Please, Sergei. Please let me come. I've learned my lesson. I promise." Her pleas are so sweet, soft, and full of need.

"You'll never speak badly about yourself again?"

"No. I won't. I promise." She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder at me directly. No longer watching us in the mirror. "Please."

"Why? Why won't you say anything bad about yourself again?" I slow my thrusts, dragging my cock nearly out of her before pushing back in.

Her jaw clenches.

It's driving her mad, and it's worth the agony I'm causing myself.

"Because I'm your wife and no one insults your wife." Her words are firm, matching the severity of her gaze.

"That's right." I lean forward, getting a better position to rub her clit. "Come for me, Coraline. Come hard." I flick her clit, rolling it before pinching it again as I drive into her harder than before.

She moves forward a bit to keep from falling over from the force.

Her orgasm rips through her, clutching onto my cock as her body tightens.

"Sergei! Sergei!" She throws her head back and screams my name as her body metes out her release. Her cunt milks me, sucking me harder into her body, tensing around me until I drive once more into her and unload my seed.

I blink, my jaw loosens, but there's no sound from me as my spine tightens and my own orgasm stills my soul.

Moments tick by before I find the energy to slip from her, easing her down to the platform on her side.

She sucks in air, making her chest heave with the movement.

Rolling her to her back, I lean up on my elbow so I can look down at her.

There's a black streak down her right cheek where what little mascara she wears has run off from her tears.

I lick my thumb then wipe away the beautiful mess.

"I meant what I said, Cora. You're beautiful and if I ever hear you say otherwise again, I'll punish you far worse than a belting. And you won't find any sort of orgasm at the end of it either." I lean down, claiming her mouth with my own.

"Careful, Sergei." She grins up at me. "If you keep saying things like that, you might lose your asshole reputation."

I arch a brow.

"It's going to take a lot more than me telling you how beautiful you are for that to happen." I kiss her once more. "You need to get dressed, and I need to find something to clean off this platform."