“Oops.” Yeah, I’m guessing the mob boss doesn’t like disrespectful texts. Note to self–don’t brat the guy who gets off on delivering punishment.
Or maybe I should. Because I can tell he’s relishing the idea of punishing me.
The clenching between my legs tells me I’m relishing it, too.
His lips twitch like he thinks I’m cute. He shrugs out of his jacket. “Yeah. Oops. Someone’s in trouble now.”
I stand and walk around the sofa to greet him. “Sorry?”
He tosses jacket and phone onto the glass coffee table. He unbuttons the cuff of one sleeve and starts to roll it up. “I understand I disrespected your time, but we do have an agreement: you are available to me. Not the other way around.”
I hold his gaze and lower to my knees, unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers.
He goes still when I release his erection, as if he can’t roll up the other cuff while I’m touching him there. “That would be a nice apology,bambina.”
I fist the base of his cock and moisten my lips before I slide them slowly over the head.
He groans and rolls up the other cuff. He’s making a show of it for my benefit, I’m sure.
I do my best to make it up to him, taking him deep into the pocket of my cheek then coming off to let the air cool his skin before I take him deep again. He groans. “That’s it,bambina.”
I love his approval. I continue to work his cock, sometimes concentrating on the head, then taking him straight to the back of my throat, relaxing my gag reflex to take him all the way.
He mutters a curse in Italian and fists my hair in the back. I love the roughness, especially when he starts controlling my head, pulling me on and off, then holding me still, so he can shove in and out.
He comes in my mouth, and I suck him clean, drinking in the warmth of his gaze as he puts his cock away. “That was nice, but it doesn’t get you out of your punishment.” He smirks and sits down on the couch, then pats his thighs. “Come here, baby.”
My stomach flutters as I obey his command, kneeling beside him to drape myself over his lap.
He starts spanking with his hand, one cheek, then the other, then square in the middle. I squirm as the fire begins to set in.
He pauses and pulls my lacy panties down. They catch underneath me, and tear. “Oops. Sorry, baby. I’ll buy you new ones.”
He strokes my bare skin, making goosebumps rise before he begins to spank again. I squeeze my cheeks together and straighten my legs, stiffening like a surfboard.
“Push your ass out,” he commands.
I don’t move for a moment, and he doesn’t resume, clearly waiting for me to follow his instructions. I consider ignoring them, but of course, it would get me nowhere. I’m the one folded over his lap with my panties down. I release my clenched butt muscles and hollow my back, presenting my butt for his punishment.
“Good girl.” He begins to spank again, methodically, evenly, one side then the other, right on the place where cheek meets thigh.
I wriggle over his lap.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp when it starts to burn, reaching back to try to cover my butt. Bobby takes my wrist and bends my arm behind my back, pinning it there while he continues to apply rapid-fire smacks to the lower half of my ass. To my surprise, he shifts the grasp on my wrist so he’s holding my hand instead, as if offering tenderness or support while he inflicts pain.
The endorphins kick in. A rush of pleasure at the pain soaks through me, along with an ocean of affection for my punisher.
“I’m sorry!” I repeat.
“Sorry for what?” He traces a circle around my ass, soothing away the sting.
“Sorry for pissing you off?”
He chuckles. “Wrong answer.” He gives me two more spanks. “Sorry for pissing me off means you don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“I’m sorry I cursed?” I keep groping. “Sorry I disrespected you.”
Bobby’s hand tangles in my hair in an unhurried caress. He delivers several more spanks, then dips his fingers between my legs and rubs over my soaked slit. “Mmm. You liked your spanking,” he rumbles, obviously enjoying himself.