My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) Read online

  “What does meesh-kah mean?”

  “It means ‘little mouse.’ We say it to women or children that we care about because they are cute and adorable. Are you trying to distract me?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Because it might be working.”

  “No. I just wanted to know what it means and I just had to touch your head. But I can continue if it’s working.” She giggled at him. “I think this might be more fun.”

  “Bad girl. You do not touch me or do anything unless you are ordered to do it during a punishment. Come, do as I said. Dress up.” He let go of her hand, waiting for her compliance.

  He’s a Master, he’s done this many, many times. He won’t hurt me—well, not really.

  She was an adult. She had agreed to this. This is what she’d wanted for a long time. So why was she still so anxious?

  Reaching for the hem of her red dress, she inched the material up her legs, revealing her black stockings to his gaze, pausing when it reached her upper thighs.

  “All the way. I add extras for taking too long to obey. And those will be with my belt.”

  Caroline quickly pulled her dress up to her waist. The belt he had on today was wide and thick. She’d do her best to avoid any encounters with that.

  “Nice. Very nice, Caro. The thigh-high stockings can stay on. I love this red thong—”

  He brushed his finger over the front of her panties. “—and are those mini buttons in a vertical row above your pussy?”

  She closed her eyes, suddenly wishing she were anywhere but in this kitchen with her panties showing and her dress hiked up to her waist. “Y-Yes. I thought they were… cute.”

  “Oh, they are that. And sexy as fuck.” His finger traced the line of buttons, stopping at her clit and pressing firmly on that little button too. Her hips bucked, and she lost her grip on her dress, letting it fall. “Uh-uh, keep that dress up. I am still playing with all your buttons.”

  He met her gaze, his eyes glazed over with arousal. Sneaking a peek downward, a large bulge was quite visible at the crotch of his dress pants. Somehow, it comforted her to see he was excited too, and deep down it pleased her that her body and panties turned him on. It had been a while since she felt like her body would arouse anyone.

  “I am forgetting that the bad girl needs her spanking. Nice distraction though.” He tapped her panties. “Time for these to come down.”

  She knew her cue, putting her hands at the waistband, but before she could pull them down, he gently brushed her hands away. “Nyet. That is my job. You only do as you are told! Clear? You hold your dress up high.” He pushed her hands up higher, exposing more of her belly.

  He slid down the little line of buttons to her clit again, then back up running his forefinger along the elastic waistband, following the length, following the string enveloped between her plump, soft ass. She gasped, and he smiled up at her. His hands returned to the waistband of her thong, lightly stroking little circles on the inside of her hips. Then he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, pulling it down. Slowly. Painfully slowly. She couldn’t hold back the moan of embarrassment as the cool air brushed the warm juices on her pussy. Her sex shamelessly clenched on nothing but her arousal, her hips thrusting forward.

  “Steady, girl,” his deep voice rumbled, as he watched her pussy come into view. He let the thong glide down her silky stocking-clad legs until it puddled at her feet. “Step out of it.”

  Pulling her feet out of the tangle of fabric, she toed it aside. Maxim scooped it up, placing it on the table. He then leaned back, pushing his chair a few inches further away from her. He stared at her pussy for a long moment, then slowly raised his gaze up her belly and breasts until he met her eyes.

  “Are you embarrassed, Caroleena?”

  Mortified would be more like it. “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded, dropping his gaze to her pussy once more. He looked at it intently, as if studying its every line and contour. She struggled to keep her dress up above her waist, wanting to let it drop, even just a little bit.

  He growled deep in his chest, nodding, his eyes not leaving her exposed sex. “Feeling vulnerable and nervous is a good thing for you. You enjoy making people feel this way at work. It does not feel good when it is you, no?”

  “No, Sir. It feels awful.” Against her will, she felt the tears stinging behind her eyes. She would fight them though. She hated weakness.

  “Mmmm.”

  That was all he said, the Russian simply sitting there, gazing upon her proffered flesh. She couldn’t watch his face, didn’t want to know his reaction to what he was looking at. She struggled to not shift her weight on her feet. She’d be damned though if she showed him the mortification she felt. She stared intently at the marbled tile floor.

  “Turn.” His low, rumbling voice vibrated through her core. It didn’t even sound like a word at first. She swallowed. He didn’t mean... he couldn’t mean for her to stand with her ass to him!

  I’ll die. I can’t. I won’t.

  “Now.” He whispered it, but it affected her more than if he’d shouted the word.

  Her heart started to race, but she pivoted, a shrill whine escaping her lips.

  “Keep your dress up.”

  Stillness.

  He didn’t speak a word from behind her, and now she was robbed of even the chance to read his expression. Would she see a look of disgust? Would he be turned on even more than he already was? Or maybe he wouldn’t be affected at all?

  A finger lightly traced the top edge of her thigh-highs. “These are nice, Caro. I like these on your long legs. He lightly stroked the underside of her bottom, stopping briefly to glide the finger up the crevice of her buttocks. “You have the greatest ass. This is an ass a young man dreams of. Hell, even a very old man would dream of an ass like this.”

  “Oh, God.” Involuntarily, she clenched her buttocks. “It’s too big.”

  “Not to me, it is not. It is perfect backside. I’m going to make sure it stays this way too.” Squeezing a cheek, he lifted it, her flesh wobbling mortifyingly as he let it fall. Unable to contain her shame, she whined aloud.

  “First though, we spank it. Come, turn around.”

  She spun to face him, and despite her silent cursing of her weakness, her eyes were welled with tears. She suddenly felt small and a little afraid. It had been a long time. Maybe she couldn’t do this after all? Even if it had been her fantasy to be spanked by the man with the whip on the video, perhaps she’d chicken out when faced with the reality of what that fantasy-come-to-life really meant?

  “You are a big girl. You can handle this. No more tears. It is not a big spanking today, just a taste of a bad girl spanking. Next time though will be harder.” He pulled her to stand by his side, slowly helping her over his lap. “Hands on the floor, or on the chair. No hands come back to stop me, or feet coming up. Those give you extras. No swearing. That is extra too. Extras are with my belt. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” These were familiar rules, but as an adult, she swore more than she did as a teenager. It would require more restraint than she feared she was capable of.

  He patted her bottom lightly and then he gave her two very hard, crisp slaps that had her screeching.

  Holy shit!

  If he continued to spank this hard, she’d be sobbing by the time they reached the first ten.

  “Ow! Fuck! Not so damn hard!” She looked over her shoulder at him, frowning at him so he’d be sure of her feelings in regard to those two swats.

  “Nyet! No swearing. You were warned. That’s one extra with my belt and if you swear again, I take your bra and shirt off.”

  Fuck!

  She’d observed that belt in action on the website, and if her eyes weren’t betraying her, it looked very much like the one that had been used on Viktoria’s poor ass. And she most definitely didn’t want to expose her breasts to him during a spanking.

  She dropped her head, staring at the floor. “Sorry,” she mumbled quietly.

  “Louder.�
� He slapped her bottom hard. Resting his hand on her already stinging flesh.

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Very nice, Caro. Apology accepted. We continue now.” He tucked her up to his body and then proceeded to swat her bottom, not as hard as the first two swats, but enough that after a few she couldn’t hold still any longer. He didn’t scold, but he didn’t let up on her, either. Just like his videos, he slapped her at a pace that was faster than she would’ve liked, but she knew it was of no concern to him what she preferred in a punishment.

  The unrelenting, searing strikes were already pushing her toward tears, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to go there. Not today. Not with Maxim. She’d already teared up once already that day and she didn’t want to even think of crying in front of him.

  She twisted her hips, trying to avoid the spanks but he held her so tightly she couldn’t move at all.

  Damn him!

  She kicked her feet up not to cover her bottom — she remembered that was against the rules — but lifting them enough that if she really needed to she might be able to knock his hands out of the way.

  “Oh! This hurts. I’ve learned, okay? Really. Can we stop? Please!”

  This is fucking ridiculous. Christ, this shit is really hurting now! Fantasy Land is over. It’s not fun anymore.

  Pulling her feet up she tucked them over her injured flesh. “Caroleena Leigh, you were told to keep them down!” He pushed them roughly to the floor.

  “Will you talk to staff better from now on, Caro?” His finger poked her in the back.

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t respond, but after a few seconds he swatted her bottom once more. “Only yes?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Better. You will wear your camera for few weeks more, and answer to me when you get home for any misbehavior.”

  She groaned. This was looking to be a long few weeks indeed. Reducing not only calories, but also sugar, coffee —plus the added torture of working out. And now, she’d have to be friendly to everyone too?

  Fuck.

  This would be rougher than she initially thought.

  Oh crap, he just said something. Oh shit!

  He began spanking her again, much harder this time, each blow an explosion of scalding heat upon her bottom. Bucking her hips to thwart the strikes didn’t help, and she began to keen with each hard smack, panic taking hold of her, her voice breaking. Finally, she surrendered to those tears, the loud sounds of her punishment interspersed with her pitiful weeping.

  She pulled her feet up to protect herself, only to receive a swat so hard on her sit spot that it took her breath away.

  “No feet! That is three extras now. Put them down. Now!” She pushed her toes onto the hard tile floor, bouncing on her toes, her cries rising to tight shrieks, the thought of that thick, wide belt hitting her ass more than she wanted to think about right now.

  He continued, slaps raining down at a pace so fast that her whole world became consumed with the pain, the blazing heat of her punished bottom, all other sensation fading into the background.

  And this is just a ‘taste of a bad girl spanking.’ What the fuck?

  Suddenly he stopped, bringing her torture to an end, the intensity of her pain blurring her awareness of her surroundings. She quietly cried, trying to gather her resolve. The low rumble of his voice could be heard somewhere above her, but she couldn’t make out the words.

  She knew just from watching the videos that he spanked hard. How many times had her clit throbbed as she wished it were her bottom he was punishing? Well, that fantasy just got thrown out the window. The man’s hands felt every bit as hard as any paddle. She wished he’d stop rubbing her ass; it hurt more than it helped. But at this point, she’d be damned if she’d tell him that.

  “Come, little myshka. Up.” He helped her to stand, her legs wobbly, her entire body shaking, making her feel like a pathetic weakling.

  His voice still stern, he pointed. “Bend over the table.” His hand swept her thong onto the floor, a huge palm at the middle of her back pushing her down to the tabletop.

  “Oh, no!” Caroline couldn’t keep the whiny note out of her voice. The table was cool against her belly, and she pressed her hot, tear-stained face to the smooth wood.

  “Oh, yes. You must have three with my belt.” The tinkling of his buckle followed by the sound of leather being pulled quickly through the loops of his pants had her heart racing, and she squeezed her thighs together in anticipation.

  She looked over her shoulder to see him folding it over, palming the buckle. The cold, unforgiving leather tapped on her scorched flesh. Unable to truly clench her bottom in this position, she tightened regardless, feeling her juices release and her clit throb in response.

  God, my body loves this. Please dear Lord, don’t let him see it!

  “These will hurt. Extras are always hard — so you will think twice before misbehaving again.” The wide strip of leather lashed her bottom so harshly she gasped, her fingers squeezing the other side of the table until her knuckles turned white. Before she could take another breath, the second and third strokes whipped across the underside of her bottom. She dropped her forehead to the table, sobbing pitifully, a rush of relief washing over her that she these were the last of the extras.

  The buckle of his belt jangled as he threaded it back around his waist. She knew he would be looking at her swollen, striped ass, but she didn’t have the energy to care anymore.

  His hand was cool upon her bottom, patting her gently, helping her to rise as he sat down on a nearby chair. “Come. Sit.”

  He pulled her to him, making her straddle one of his thighs. “This is what bad girls receive, especially Maxim’s bad girls. You will be good girl, Caroleena Leigh, yes?”

  She nodded, looking away when she realized that tears were welling up in her eyes again.

  “It’s okay, devochka. You can cry. We sit until it passes.” He pulled her to his chest, tucking her under his chin. She didn’t know how long they sat like that, but she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this relaxed. As he held her, she had not a care in the world but his strong arms around her, the beat of his heart against her ear.

  And being his good girl.

  Where in hell did that come from? I’m no one’s good girl. Am I?

  Then she remembered what he’d called her moments before. “Wait a minute. How do you know my middle name?” She hated her full name and he’d used it during her punishment.

  “It was part of the contract we signed. You did not know your full legal name was on it? It is a beautiful name.” He rubbed her sore flesh, slowly massaging it. She wasn’t sure if it simply hurt or if it made it better. Anything was better than that same hard hand punishing her though.

  “There. Better now?”

  She nodded, smiling up at him.

  “You are a good girl. We will work on making it so everyone knows what a good girl you are.” He brushed his knuckles down the side of her face. “I like you, Caroleena. You are smart, sexy, and sassy. All the things I like in a woman.”

  “Really? I thought you’d be totally disgusted with me after watching the videos, seeing how I acted today.” She dropped her gaze to the buttons of his shirt.

  “Well, it was not becoming of you — but that can be fixed.” His gaze went from her eyes to her lips as he leaned forward.

  Oh, my God. Is he going to kiss me?

  His soft lips covered hers then, her heart racing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands clutched her bottom, drawing her closer to his warm body. The masculine smell of his soap, his cologne, mingled with her own scent. He slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing and playing with hers. She pressed her clit against his thigh, rubbing herself upon him shamelessly. He groaned into her mouth, sliding his hand to cup her pussy.

  “My God, Caroleena, you’re so wet. If I did not know better, I’d think you didn’t see your spanking as punishment.”

  She pulled away, glaring at hi
m. He must be nuts, he had to know she’d hated it.

  “I know you felt your punishment though. I saw your tears.” He gave her a sly smile. “But, your hot little cunt is dripping.”

  Grabbing the back of her head, he drew her to him, devouring her lips again, situating her over his hard cock. She bit and nibbled his lips, sucking on his tongue, grinding and thrusting her hips against his hardened penis, her juices soaking into his pants. Sliding his finger through her wetness, he found her clit, flicking and circling it, bringing her to a climax shockingly fast, her shout muffled by his passionate kiss.

  The stubble on his neck rubbed against her temple, her head buried in his neck while her body quaked with the residual tremors of her release. She gasped for air as his large hands squeezed and pinched her freshly spanked ass. Once she came back to a semblance of consciousness, she felt his cock twitching beneath her weeping sex. “Oh, let me—”

  “Oh, no. Not yet. I want you to think and decide if this is what you want. I want to make you mine. But not tonight. It is too soon. Your passion clouds judgment. Tomorrow we talk more, yes?” He tilted her chin up, looking her in the eyes. He appeared to be dead serious.

  “Really?” She couldn’t believe that he’d simply walk away. Sure, it probably wasn’t easy for him —the outline of his swollen, hard cock said as much. Was he walking because he was a... gentleman?

  “Yes. Really. You need to think. If you want me, yes, we do it. If not, I work as fitness chef.” He patted her hip. “Come. Stand up.”

  He helped her to her feet. His clothes were wrinkled, and her cum had been smeared all over the front of his pants and down one thigh. “Oh, Jesus! Let me — I’ll wash them. No, I’ll get them dry cleaned. I’m so sorry.”

  She brushed at the front of his pants, her touch making him groan. He grabbed her wrists with both hands. “Caro, you cannot do that. No touching. I can clean them. Do not worry.”

  “Oh. Yes. I’m sorry.” Suddenly, she felt very naked, distinctly uncomfortable standing practically naked in front of him, staring at the large bulge in his pants. She blushed furiously as she realized just why he didn’t want her help cleaning himself up.