Bound By Debts

CHAPTER4

Scarlet

I supposed I should be relieved he hadn’t torn them to pieces.

His left arm slid between me and the buffet, wrapping around my waist and pulling me tighter to his body. I could feel the hard, thick bulge of his pants pressing against my hip.

“What are you doing?” I asked when his free hand began to rub in slow circles over both of my ass cheeks.

“I’m teaching you a lesson in obedience,” he replied. His hand lifted, then came crashing down over my cheek, once, twice, before returning to its gentle rubbing.

I blinked in shock. I wasn't a child, and even when I was, my father had never raised a hand to me.

“You’ve made your point,” I said, trying to push away from the buffet, but he anticipated my move and tightened his grip around my middle.

“I haven’t even begun to make it yet,” he growled.

Then, with a rapid motion, he unleashed a flurry of swats, alternating between each cheek, moving from one spot to the next until he covered every inch of my rear. The initial shock faded, and pain quickly set in.

“Stop!” I struggled to break free, but he held me tightly, pressing me against his body, not allowing me to move. All I could do was wriggle my ass in an attempt to dissuade him, but it only made him press harder.

“I don’t allow disobedience. And I don’t allow bad girls to go unpunished,” he said, never showing any sign of tiring as he continued to rain sharp, punishing smacks across my ass, and now my thighs.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop the yelps of pain from escaping from me with each new blow.

“You’ll be a good girl for me now, won’t you?” he asked, slapping me once more, then gripping the bottom of my cheek in his hand, squeezing until his nails dug into my flesh. A new, raw pain blossomed with his grip.

I sucked in a much-needed breath and nodded my head.

“I didn’t hear you,” he said into my ear, sending an electric current through my body as his hand remained firmly clutching my raw, aching ass.

I nodded, my voice trembling as I spoke, “Y-yes, Armani. Please, just no more.” I bowed my head, willing my heart to slow down. I desperately tried to get my lungs to work faster to catch up with the air.

“The next time, you’ll taste my belt.” His words were a promise that carried weight.

He wasn’t a man to be crossed. He released my ass cheek, but his touch didn’t leave me completely. His fingers slid lower, between my thighs, until he found what I most feared he would discover.

My body betrayed me, and a wave of shame washed over me. I tried to snap my legs closed, but he was quick to punish me, smacking my thigh.

“That’s being a bad girl again,” he chided me in that deep, raw voice of his that set my nerves on fire. “Now stick out your ass and spread your legs a little.”

With clenched teeth, I obeyed, taking two steps apart, giving him the access he wanted. A single tear slipped down my cheek, dropping from my chin. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable under a man’s gaze, especially his.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand traveling up my inner thigh, moving closer to the place I wished desperately for him to ignore.

I wanted to stop it, to get a grip on my emotions, but my body betrayed me again, and I hated myself for it. I would rather the floor swallow my whole being.

His fingertips easily glided through my wet folds, brushing across my swollen c**t. I clenched my teeth, fighting the instinct to moan, determined to keep my pleasure to myself, even though every touch from him seemed to send pleasure coursing through my.

His lips pressed against my temple softly.

“I’m going to enjoy taking this.” He patted my s*x before sliding his fingers back through my ass cheeks, pressing a finger against my tight pucker. “And this.”

My heart slammed into my ribs and then dropped. What the hell was he suggesting?

“Armani,” a deep voice called from the dining room entrance. I lowered my head further, not wanting to see the look on his face. “There’s a call you need to take.”

Armani barked something at the intruder in Russian, and their footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

Slowly, he smoothed out my dress over my ass, patting it again.

“Eat your dinner. Viktor will bring you to the car once you’re finished.” He bent down and picked up my discarded panties, pocketing them with a wink.

“And you’ll wear only what’s left out for you unless you’d like to repeat your lesson.”

I swallowed hard, standing up straight and brushing my hair from my face. The tear tracks on my cheeks felt like they were already drying, but the sting of the moment lingered.

“I’ll have your meal brought out to you.” His thumb rubbed over my cheek, wiping away a stray tear, before he brought it to his mouth, sucking the tear from his finger with a smile.

“Are we going somewhere?” I asked, sounding as confused as I felt.

“Yes,” his smile widened. “You, my love, are going to be my escort for tonight.”

My eyes widened.

“But… I thought this was…”

“You thought I was going to have s*x with you to pay your brother's debt?” He arched an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

I was speechless. Had I thought wrong?

“I'll be waiting in the car,” He winked at me one last time before walking away, leaving me alone in the elegant dining room.

My face went up in flames, I was embarrassed. What was with the spanking then?

The window, where he had been smoking earlier, let in a draft, drawing my attention to the view of the city lights below.

I was far from home. Far from everything familiar.

Except for my responsibility—to protect my family.

My legs were shaky and unsteady, as I walked to the dining table and took a seat.

Armani was strange but It didn't matter. Whatever he wanted, I would do it.