Liberate Yourself (The Desires Unlocked Trilogy Part One) by Evie Blake Page A

tobacco, and sandalwood. It is an intoxicating mixture. He hands her his hat and gloves and she places them neatly on the sideboard. He has a small riding crop in his right hand, which he slaps gently against the palm of his left hand. The sight of it makes her stomach clench.
    She leads him into her bedroom and he walks behind her, using the riding crop to lift the hem of her dress so that he can see her bottom.
    ‘I am pleased to see that you have followed my directive, and dispensed with underwear.’
    He speaks so formally, Belle thinks, like the bureaucrat he is. She can feel him trailing the tip of his riding crop down her bottom, and flipping it gently against her legs so that she squeals with fright and excitement.
    ‘Contain yourself, please, Katya. You must submit to your punishment with humility.’
    ‘Yes, sir,’ she replies, casting her eyes down demurely.
    He sits on her bed and puts the riding crop down beside him. Then he crooks his finger and beckons for her to come closer.
    She is standing right in front of him now. She can feel her nipples pushing in anticipation against the cheap artificial silk of her maid’s uniform. The Russian’s voice drops an octave.
    ‘So, Katya, tell me what you are.’
    ‘I am subordinate, sir. I did not follow your orders.’
    ‘And what do you want me to do?’
    ‘I want you to spank me, please, sir.’
    The Russian takes her forcefully by the hand and puts her over his knee. Belle’s breath becomes short and shallow. They have done this before, and yet every time she feels a thrill. She can’t think why. When her husband hits her, she certainly does not enjoy it. She feels degraded and angry. Yet when the Russian spanks her, Belle has to admit she finds it strangely erotic. It must be because she has free will. She knows that all she has to do is tell the Russian to stop and he will. She can break the spell of their little charade at any time, but she doesn’t want to. Her skin is tingling with anticipation. She can feel his erection pressing into her chest.
    The Russian pulls up her maid’s uniform so that her backside is bare. He massages her bottom with his hands. She wonders if he will use the riding crop. It is right there next tohim on the bed. All her senses are heightened, and when his bare hand slaps down on her backside, she feels it vibrate through her whole body. Its hurts, a little, but not too much. She knows it is stimulating the Russian, and that what will come after her punishment will be so very sweet. He spanks her again and again, and her flesh feels raw and alive. Five, six slaps and he stops. She hears his breath heavy with desire as he stands her up.
    ‘Good girl,’ he says, pushing his hands between her legs, and touching her. ‘What do you want me to do now, Katya?’ he asks, the whiskers of his little beard tickling her chin, his expression benign now that he has spanked her. Belle reaches down with her hand and touches his hard penis, which is pressing against his flannel trousers.
    ‘I want you to show me who is master.’ She gives him her sweetest smile and widens her eyes in innocence.
    Belle is on her hands and knees looking at the pattern on her Persian rug. Her dress and apron are discarded beside her, but she still wears her stockings and maid’s hat. The Russian pushes into her with a low moan, and holds on to her breasts. He immediately begins pounding into her with such force she almost collapses on to the carpet. She loves this primal sex with the Russian. The contrast between his cool aristocratic bearing and the wild passion once he is inside her. He holds her waist with both hands and grinds into her, going further and further. Belle closes her eyes and joins him in his wild abandon. She isKatya, his little Russian maid, his love slave who will do anything for him, because he takes care of her and always will. It is a fantasy she likes, despite the fact she hates being bound to her husband. She can’t explain this