“I was so scared. But I got the syringe from him and I managed to stab him in the neck with it. I made sure I pumped all of the poison into him and then I left. I climbed out a window and somehow made it out of there before any of his goons caught me.”
“I’m so sorry, Amara. You never should have been asked to shoulder such a burden, especially at such a young age.”
“Boys in the family are asked to bear more, at even younger ages,” she pointed out. It was the same justification Uncle Gio had used at the time, and she’d taken pride in knowing he considered her just as capable as any boy or man within his organization. Now the words rang hollow and pride had been replaced with grief and guilt.
“No family I know of asks a child to kill.”
“I wasn’t a child, Emilio. I was months away from eighteen.”
“A child,” he repeated firmly. “You never should have been given such a task. Our women are meant to be protected from our world, not thrust into it.”
Her temper flashed. “I’m damn good at my job. Better than any of your ham-handed goons.”
“Unlike my peers, I don’t have others shoulder my burdens. If I need someone taken care of, I handle it myself.”
“Well, aren’t you just a fucking saint.” She regretted her choice of words even before his low growl rumbled in her ear.
Graceful as a jungle cat, he lifted her off his lap and rose to his feet. “On your knees, Amara. I’ve warned you about your language before.”
Her gaze locked on his hands, which were sliding the leather tail of his belt through the silver buckle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
“And that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t consider the consequences before you act. Knees, Amara.”
How was it that her skin hummed with excitement and her core throbbed with need, when she knew that whatever punishment he was planning to deliver wouldn’t be the least bit enjoyable? There had to be something broken inside of her, to enjoy such rough, humiliating treatment. With that strange combination of dread and excitement dancing in her belly, she obediently rolled to her knees and looked up at him.
“Open,” he instructed as he lowered the zipper on his pants.
“I’m sorry,” she whined, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “You don’t have to punish me, I won’t do it again, I promise.”
“Open, Amara. If I have to say it again, you won’t enjoy the consequences.”
With a low whimper, she let her mouth fall open.
“Good girl,” Daddy praised as he pulled his cock free and guided it between her parted lips. His skin was slightly salty, and he was large enough to stretch her mouth uncomfortably, but so far it wasn’t much of a punishment.
“My little girl will not use such filthy language. Every time you do, I will punish your naughty little mouth.” He gripped her hair with one hand, holding her in place as he slowly withdrew from her mouth and pushed in again. “Breathe through your nose, Amara. This is going to hurt.”
Fear knotted her stomach a split second before he thrust into her mouth, far enough to trigger her gag reflex. Her throat constricted around him and for a moment she worried he meant to kill her. He held there for several long seconds before pulling free.
“Daddy, please.” She coughed and gasped for air, her throat already raw and aching. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh,piccolina. You aren’t even close to sorry, yet. Open.”
Lips trembling, she opened her mouth to allow him in again. With his hand still in her hair, ensuring she couldn’t move a single inch, he rocked inside of her mouth with short, hard strokes. She remembered to breathe through her nose this time, which didn’t help as much as she would have liked when the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat again and he held there. To her horror, saliva pooled in her mouth and dripped down her chin as she gagged.
He pulled back a little, but only enough to continue fucking her mouth. If she’d been wearing lipstick, it would have been smeared clear across her face at this point.
“Are you going to swear at Daddy again?” he asked gently when he pulled out again.
“N-no, Daddy.” Tears tracked down her cheeks, mingling with the drool on her chin. Daddy cupped her cheek, stroking her swollen lips with his thumb.
“You look beautiful like this. It’s a shame the first time I got my cock in your mouth had to be a punishment. But you are still lovely,amore mio.”
My love.Despite her precarious state, her heart fluttered at his words. And then slammed into her ribcage at his next statement.
“Don’t forget to breathe, Amara.”
With that warning, he moved his hand back to her hair and pushed back into her mouth. Her raw, abused throat tightened around the tip of his cock again and she swore to herself she would never do anything to earn herself this punishment again. But despite the painful, humiliating discipline, her pussy ached for his touch. Or was it because of his discipline that she felt that acute, piercing need?