I suck in a breath as he gets up from the couch, towering over me like some kind of beast. He pulls the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders until they fall and the delicate fabric pools at my feet. He caresses my naked breasts with the palms of his hands until both my nipples are peaked, and he can rub them between his fingers. My lips part to make an o-shape as I struggle to keep in the moan of delight.
I can’t give him that. I can’t give him my pleasure, too.
But he makes it so fucking hard.
He twists my nipples and tugs at them, and right then, when a moan tumbles over my lips, he covers my mouth with his, drinking the sound of my pleasure.
My eyes flash open as he kisses me softly, tender at first, as though he’s trying to find out whether I like it or hate it. I don’t know the answer as I’m overcome by the sheer shock of this mobster boss kissing me as if I actually mean something to him. But within seconds, he kisses me more greedily, hungrily, as though he can’t get enough.
It feels so fucking good my resolve is on the verge of failing me. I could sink into this kiss… let him have his way with me… admit how badly I want it, too…
But I can’t let him overtake me. I can’t let him win.
So I bite his lip.
He instantly jerks back, blood seeping from the wound he touches with his thumb. The devious look on his face doesn’t falter as he wipes off the blood and sucks it off his thumb.
“Don’t be so catty, kitten,” he murmurs. “We’re only getting started.”
He grabs my throat and squeezes, not hard but not gently either. I don’t grasp at his fingers. I stay put, defiant as always. He smiles. Then his other hand grazes my pussy, playing with the fabric of the panties until wetness seeps through.
“See? You like it,” he says, a smirk appearing on his face.
RIIIIIP!
I can’t help but shriek as he rips the panties off my body.
Then he sits down and pulls me over his lap. I don’t know how it happens, it’s all going so fast, but one moment, I was still standing, and the next, he has his hand all over my bare ass.
SMACK!
I moan out loud.
“That’s for destroying the mirror in the gym.”
So he’s seen the damage I caused.
Another smack follows on the other cheek. It burns.
“That’s for trying to steal documents that don’t belong to you.”
He spanks me again on both cheeks until they’re red, and I moan out loud.
“And that’s for spitting in my face and biting me.”
One more on both, and I’m panting and clenching my legs at the same time. Each smack reverberates into my pussy, causing deliciously sweet ripples of ecstasy I can’t control.
“And that’s because I like it,” he groans, and with the palm of his hand, he massages the spots he just hit. “You’ve been a naughty kitten. Tempting me. Persuading me to come to your room.”
“I didn’t do anything—”
Another spanking has me swallowing my words.
“If you want something, you’ve got to work for it. Now work for it, kitten. Show me how badly you want my cock … and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
He circles my ass with a flat hand, caressing me softly in a way that contrasts the previous sharp pain I felt there. And when he dives between my legs with his hand, it’s dizzying. Anger and desire melt into a confusing hot pot of mixed feelings as he toys with my pussy until his fingers are covered in wetness.
“Surprised that you enjoy pain? You shouldn’t be. It’s an easy step up from pleasure, and you’ve experienced both quite a few times before,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s gloating that he knows full well what he’s done to me.
And the fact that he’s right makes me hate him even more. But he makes it so damn hard not to mewl at his every touch as he circles my clit and makes me want to beg for more.
It comes so easy to him, so natural, that it feels as though we’ve been lovers forever.
When his fingers plunge into me, I gasp and moan out loud, discarding everything I told myself not to do. I let him pleasure me as if my life depends on it, and I tell myself I do it all because he’ll spill the truth, even when that is an actual lie.
But I don’t care anymore. All I want is the feel of him deep inside me.
“Fuck …” I moan.
“Yes, come all over my finger,” he groans, and he thrusts in even harder until I can hardly keep it together.
His pants tent against my belly, his cock aching to be released, and at that moment, I want nothing more than to do his bidding. So I fall apart right there on his lap like a meek little kitten.