Free Evgeni (Siberian Ambush Book 1) by Lolita Lopez Page A

cracks ricocheting off the walls. Still, she spasmodically clenched and panted.
    Insane with lust at the helpless sight before him, Evi snatched the purple vibrator from her pussy and shoved his bare cock right into her, suddenly very glad he’d had the horse built to accommodate his height. Slick with her arousal, his cock was squeezed by her strong inner muscles. Every second that she succeeded in holding her orgasm at bay was another second that he was in absolute ecstasy. With each swing of the ruler, his dick throbbed inside her. The fact that she hadn’t yet uttered the safe word convinced him that she was enjoying this just as much as he. He would give her ultimate pleasure yet.
    “Don’t come without my permission,” he barked, secretly wishing she would climax right then. The prospect of handing out another punishment drove him almost to the point of delirium.
    “Please,” she begged, the word mangled by the ring in her mouth. “Please!”
    “Say topaz, Celia. Say it and I’ll let you come without repercussion.”
    Shaking her head, Celia refused to submit. Evi discarded the ruler and reached around to her front, yanking the clothespins from her nipples and making her screech. Still, he continued pumping into her with punishing speed and depth.
    “Say topaz, Celia! Topaz! Say it!”
    “NO!”
    Convulsing, Celia came hard, a guttural scream roaring from her mouth. Evi kept the bullet pressed against her clit and in combination with the anal vibration and vaginal fucking, she came again.
    He forced one more orgasm from her contorted body before finally showing mercy and dropping the bullet vibrator. Very slowly, he removed his rock-hard penis and then the anal plug. She shivered at the latter’s removal.
    As he walked back to the front of the spanking horse, his cock stood at attention, her juices running down the shaft and gathering in his pubic hair. He snatched the clothespins from her body and she shivered with each. Lifting her sagging head, he shoved his shiny cock toward her mouth.
    “I want you to suck it clean,” he sternly ordered.
    She contritely complied, brushing her velvety tongue up and down his shaft, removing her cream from his skin. When he was clean, he reluctantly pulled free from her mouth, deciding to delay his pleasure.
    Staring at his selection of punishing implements, he made a choice and grasped the leather handle of a schoolmaster’s cane. Settling on a total of ten whacks—two per orgasm and another four for all the times she had moved or spoken—he made sure Celia saw the cane’s width and length before he moved out of her line of sight.
    With the well-practiced swing of a disciplinarian, Evi popped Celia’s already red ass, paused a mere three seconds and delivered a second whack. Celia, still shuddering with post-orgasm bliss, bore the initial whacks without visible signs of pain. Breathing deeply, she accepted the cane’s kiss against her bottom.
    Pleased by her reaction to the caning, Evi reserved the final whacks for the extremely sensitive soles of her feet, doling out two whacks on each arch. Bright red stripes marred her skin, trophies of endurance that Celia would bear for weeks to come as they deepened to purple, lightened to yellow and finally faded.
    The cane clattered as Evi tossed it onto the tray. As he removed the ring gag from Celia’s mouth, her teary blue eyes met his. He expected a verbal assailing or, at the very least, a true witch’s curse. But the words that left her lips simultaneously thrilled and unsettled him.
    “Thank you.”

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Celia couldn’t believe she’d said that. The words had just tumbled out of her mouth. Even though it teetered on the verge of deranged, it had felt good to be punished, although not for the reasons Evi had intended.
    Those throbbing, stinging welts rising on her skin were like external symbols of the anguish within her. All the pain cloistered in the farthest chasms of her mind and soul—her