Devrim's Discipline - Brianna Hale Page 0,17
Court,” I say, as he grasps my satin skirt and pulls it up.
“My Court. My rules.” He hooks his finger into the waistband of my flimsy underwear, pulls it away and snaps it against my skin. “What is that?”
“Ow! It’s a G-string. Haven’t you seen one before?”
The Archduke runs his fingers back and forth under the elastic. “Girls didn’t wear such things in my day.”
His touch is making me light-headed. “We’ve moved on since the days of the dinosaurs roaming the earth.”
Levanter lifts his hand and spanks me lightly. “That’s for being smart.”
I squeal with indignation, though it didn’t actually hurt. I’m trying to keep my voice down because the thought of anyone coming in and seeing me like this is excruciating.
The Archduke lands a blow across my behind that stings like crazy. Then he does it again, the spanks sounding like whip cracks in the large room.
He makes a noise of pleasure like his lower lip is caught between his teeth. Then he really goes for it. There’s a quivering feeling between my thighs that definitely doesn’t belong there. I jerk against his body with every spank, but he holds me in place.
I’m gasping and squirming, with perspiration beading my brow, when he finally takes a rest. My ass is burning hot. The Archduke tugs on my G-string again, and it pulls deliciously tight against my sex.
“There,” he breathes. “That’s much better.” He squeezes handfuls of my heated flesh, his touch quite different now. Possessive. Almost greedy. “I’ve never spanked a woman before. The idea didn’t cross my mind until I saw you naked in my daughter’s bedroom and then it just…came over me.”
My nails are digging into his calves, but to cling on, rather than make him let go. What’s wrong with me? “I assumed you go about hauling anyone who displeases you over your knee.”
“No. You’re just so spankable, Lady Wraye.”
A thrill shoots through my pussy, as if it likes that compliment. “Am I supposed to say thank you?”
I meant to say that sarcastically, but it came out breathy. Archduke Levanter strokes his hand down my inner thigh and up again, and I let out an involuntary moan. He shifts beneath me, and I feel the press of something stiff against my belly.
Archduke Levanter has a hard-on.
“Yes. Say thank you.”
“Piss off.”
I expect him to strike me again, but instead, he gives a deep, dark chuckle, and the vibrations travel through me and settle between my thighs.
“I didn’t think you could laugh.”
His hand stills on my thigh. “I forgot I could,” he murmurs. He strokes me again, absentmindedly, and his fingers brush over my sex through my underwear. I gasp in surprise.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do…that.”
There’s a significant pause. I stare at the parquet floor, panting lightly. I can feel his eyes on me. Archduke Levanter moves his thumb in one long, electric stroke against my sex. I can feel my own wetness, seeping through my underwear and around it to coat his fingers.
He makes a sound deep in his chest. His thumb moves again, back the other way, seeking my clit, and slowly grinds against it.
Suddenly, this isn’t about punishment anymore.
My hips lift and push against his hand. Oh, by the high throne of Paravel. I want him to do that again. I shouldn’t be wanting him to do that. This is Aubrey’s father, and I’m meant to be trying to be her friend, not seduce him.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but Archduke Levanter pulls my underwear aside and dips a finger inside me, and I groan into the sofa cushion. I can hear his rough breathing, and he touches me with care. Like he’s finding this as entrancing as I am.
I hear the sound of fast-paced high-heeled footsteps in the passage beyond, and my name being called. Cursing under my breath, I flounder up off the couch, straightening my clothes, as fast as I can.
“It’s my mother,” I say in a horrified whisper, as I pat down my hair and swipe beneath my eyes with my fingers. I must look a mess. I probably have mascara everywhere, and my cheeks will be too pink. If she discovers I’ve been carrying on with a man—any man—at a ball and opening myself up to vicious rumors, she’ll flay me alive.
The Archduke has crossed one long leg over the other and stretched an arm along the back of the sofa.
I fix a bland expression on my face and open the door. Mama has her