Chapter 19 - Adley

When I was little, before the twins, I'd dragged a chair in from the dining room to reach the cookies my parents kept hidden on the top of the fridge. My mother had heard the chair sliding across the floor from the other room and came in to see what I was up to.

She waited until I had my hand in the literal cookie jar before she cleared her throat. I'd jumped so much that I smashed my elbow down onto the lip of the fridge. It hurt like a bitch, but nothing had compared to the panic crawling up my spine from being caught.

Right now, as I followed Ivan up the stairs to his room, that same welling terror surged through my veins. I am so fucked.

He had to have figured out I went through his desk. It occurred to me just as we started climbing the stairs that I hadn't locked the drawer back up again. I'd just run off because I was spooked.

A sigh escaped me, and I closed my eyes briefly, holding onto the banister to guide my steps upward.

Why did he wait until after dinner? Why not say something before I got all cozy with his brothers? Ugh, fuck, fuck, fuck .

Ivan stopped at the top of the stairs to open his door. I waited behind him, the swell of adrenaline making me tingle everywhere. I was even a bit dizzy from it all and just kept chewing on my lip.

Not knowing what someone was going to do and what the consequences of your actions would be was probably worse than anything they had planned.

At least, that was true in most cases, but this was Ivan. I was sure his retribution would be…unique.

Turning over his shoulder, Ivan met my eyes and held the door open. "After you, sweetheart."

I was already in trouble. This wasn't the time to dawdle, so I stepped up the last few stairs and walked past Ivan into his room.

His presence loomed over me as I passed by, and even though I couldn't be sure, I was damn near confident that he sucked in a long breath when I shuffled around him and inside, a predator scenting his prey.

I was fidgety and jumpy as I rushed forward into the room. I didn't know where to go or what to do with my hands. I settled for standing in front of the bed and wrapping my arms around myself as I stared at the floor.

"Well, it looks like you already know why I brought you up here."

Looking at Ivan was out of the question. It didn't matter how even and calm his voice sounded or how badly I wanted to see his eyes, to lose myself to those stormy blues.

Even stranger was how the anticipation bubbling through my body felt…good.

I hadn't ever really been given the chance to see if I was an adrenaline junky. But as far as sneaky little kids went, I did that shit constantly growing up.

That side of me had been dormant for so long with my parents' failing bodega and health. Being around Ivan, especially like this, was bringing it out again. And I didn't know if that was a good thing.

"Answer me, Adley."

The command made my eyes flick up in his direction, and I swallowed hard. "Y-yes."

He stepped forward, closing the door behind him and locking it. "Yes, what?"

I faltered. Did Ivan really want me to just blurt out that I'd dug through his desk? Or was this something else? My brain churned for what to say as he got closer, moving within just a foot of me and towering over my much shorter stature.

"Yes…sir?" The word just fell out of my mouth, and I looked up at Ivan, shaking from head to foot.

He chuckled at me, his dark smile twinkling in the low light. "Well, that's not what I was going for, but I will definitely take it."

His hand crawled up my arm before snaking around to the back of my neck. His thumb brushed over my cheek lightly and then smoothed across my bottom lip, pulling it down.

"What did you do, Adely? I want to hear you say it."

The tremble that rocked my entire body was equal parts fear and arousal. Why did this feel so alluring, having Ivan demand my honesty for something stupid that I'd done? God, I felt terrible for snooping, and there was a large part of me that was ready to get down on my knees and ask for forgiveness.

Which was ludicrous, but here we fucking were.

"I…" Ivan held my stare as strong as iron, and it was impossible to deny him. "I looked through your stuff."

Ivan hummed, his thumb still stroking. "Looked through? Leaving out a pretty crucial part about the drawer, aren't you?"

The tension in his fingers ticked up a notch, pressing into my neck just enough to get the words spilling from my mouth.

"I broke into the drawer." A pathetic whimper left me when Ivan's grip tightened just a bit more. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I was just…"

His brow cocked, his mouth inching closer to mine. "Curious?"

I nodded briskly, trying to look down, but Ivan's hand kept my head in place. "Yes."

That condescending hum left his lips again, this time inches from mine, and I was sure that if he didn't break this tension soon—get me off the hook I was dangling on—I would explode.

"If you're curious about something, sweetheart," he ghosted his lips across mine, "you need to just ask me. I won't tolerate snooping around behind my back."

"I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I—"

But then Ivan gripped my neck and squeezed. A lick of discomfort skittered down my throat, and I squeaked. As if that weren't enough, Ivan spun me around so that he could sit on the bed, and the next thing I knew, I was draped over his lap.

"I don't think you will, but there are still consequences to face, sweetheart. And naughty girls get spanked."

My stomach dropped through the floor, and I tried to look back over my shoulder at Ivan.

"What?!"

"It'll only be worse if you fight it, but I'm prepared for either way—quick and easy or slow and hard."

In a swift pull that had my head spinning, Ivan yanked down my shorts and freed them from my legs. I was lying there in my panties, and I did not want to face just how wet they were because of everything Ivan was doing.

He worked my flannel top off and threw it to the floor on the other side of the bed.

"You can't be serious!" I tried to thrash against him, but it was useless. "You're not spanking me. I'm not a child."

Ivan's chuckle bloomed from behind me, so dark and alluring. I froze in place as his fingers dusted over the very edges of my ass cheeks where the panties didn't cover. A needy moan slipped free despite how hard I tried to hold it in, and then his other hand grabbed my ponytail, winding the hair around his fist.

"I don't think you are, Adley." Ivan's fingers traveled between my thighs, just grazing over the center of my panties where they were damp. "But I do think you're enjoying this far more than you want to admit."

My cheeks burned, and I clammed up. There was nothing to say, after all. Ivan was so very right, and I knew it. He knew it. There was something so sinfully wicked about how much I enjoyed this that buried part of me coming to the surface and loving the thrill of being "punished" like this.

"You have two choices, Adley," Ivan whispered, his touch roaming over my ass cheeks and then down between my thighs again. "You can count to five with the panties off. Or you can count to ten with them on."

A shiver rocked through me from my head to my toes. I honestly didn't know which one I wanted. I'd never been spanked before, in any context, and I wasn't sure how much I could take of his bare palm against my skin.

But surely five was less than ten?

"Umm…"

"If you don't make a choice, I'll make it for you," he bit out, his voice low and rough.

"Five," I exclaimed. "Five."

And then, just like with the shorts, my panties were yanked down my legs and tossed aside. Ivan's hand landed on my ass, but it wasn't a slap. I wasn't that lucky. He was just warming me up, patting the skin to get the blood flowing.

Oh my God. I'm going to die.

"Count them out, sweetheart."

Everything clenched, my entire being thrumming with electricity that had nowhere to go.

And then his palm cracked down over my ass.

I yelped—loudly—jumping slightly against the harsh burn that roared through my skin. Holy shit, that…hurt.

"Adley," Ivan drawled, and I shook my head, trying to breathe through the sharp sting.

"One."

Ivan rubbed across the other cheek, his touch light. "Good girl. Four more."

I whimpered. One had been enough to get me vowing never to snoop again, but I knew it was pointless to say that. I'd violated Ivan's trust by going through his things, and I needed to face the consequences.

He hadn't started up with the next one I realized. Ivan was waiting for me to indicate that I was ready. Fucking hell .

I nodded, and as soon as the gesture had been given, Ivan cracked his hand down on the fresh cheek. The pain flared through my skin, burning, and I clenched my thighs. It was impossible to keep myself from gripping him. Still, Ivan appeared utterly unphased by my nails digging into his leg, and I had to keep track of the damned strikes.

"Two," I whimpered, renewed wetness pooling between my legs.

In quick succession, two more slaps rained down over each cheek. I hissed in a breath with both, still jumping as I was draped over Ivan's knees. My ass burned, a steady throb echoing through each cheek as my heart beat faster.

"Three and four," I sobbed, rocked by how painful and pleasurable it was.

"Good girl," Ivan crooned, and that naughty side of me that enjoyed this so damn much beamed with pride.

I readied myself for the last strike, but Ivan was nothing if not an expert at keeping me on my toes. He unwound my hair from his fist, letting my head fall forward, and then ghosted that hand over my likely red ass.

The featherlight touch gave me goosebumps all over, and where they rose on my sore cheeks, it felt incredibly strange and new.

"These are going to look so pretty, sweetheart." He dragged his fingers over me, back and forth. "And this time, I want to feel how tightly that little pussy of yours clenches when I spank this naughty ass."

Ivan's other fingers found my slit, twirling over my clit before shoving inside me. I yelped, and it melted into a moan. He pressed them deep, holding them there, and I knew what was coming next.

Crack!

His other hand came down over my ass, hitting both cheeks and making them sting terribly. I clenched around his fingers, already brain-numbingly close to an orgasm. As the burn paired with the slow pump of his fingers, I gripped his pants until my knuckles ached.

"Five," I whispered.

The slick in and out of his fingers didn't stop, and Ivan gripped my hair again. "Such a dirty girl. You love taking your punishment."

God, I do. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Your skin is so beautifully pink, Adley." His fingers pressed into my G-spot, and I cried out. "Now, you're going to come for me, sweetheart. And then you're going to do it again on my cock."

The onslaught didn't let up, Ivan's fingers working me to a climax in seconds. My vision whited out as I crashed over the edge, coming as he buried his digits inside me, still bent over his knees.

At once, I was lifted and spun around to straddle his lap. My ass throbbed, the pressure of sitting making me wince.

"Take me out."

My brain was jello, so I just reached forward and freed Ivan's erection from within his pants, downing the zipper and pulling him through. God, I was barely able to think, but I knew I wanted him inside me. I needed it.

A rumbling groan traveled up Ivan's throat, and he pulled my mouth to his, claiming me in a hard kiss. His hands then went to my hips, and he thrust me down onto his erection in one smooth motion.

Hollering out against his mouth, I squeezed around his cock, and in moments we both worked to establish a punishing rhythm. Ivan rammed up into me as I arched, my chest pressing into his.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Make me come."

Ivan's thrusts stopped, everything on me. I used my grip on his shoulders to push myself up, my knees supporting me on the bed more as I did everything I could to make Ivan orgasm. He grunted and cursed as I bobbed up and down on him, and that sinful pride of mine swelled again as he made those beautiful sounds.

One hand went to my hair, and then Ivan slammed me down onto him. He bottomed out, making me scream. It was so much, maybe too much, but I fell apart all the same.

As I came around him, my pussy fluttering against his shaft, Ivan thickened inside me. Just as my clit began to burn from the furious rub of his pelvic bone against it, warmth filled me. Ivan's dick twitched as he pumped me full of his release. I sighed, utterly blissed out, and then I couldn't hold myself up anymore, collapsing forward onto his chest.

Silence hung as Ivan carried me with him to the back of the bed. He stayed buried deep in my pussy, lying back on the bed and pulling me down to rest on his chest. His heartbeat was solid in my ear against his pec, and with that, I had zero intention of moving any time soon.