Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“The answer is not to go without panties, it’s to pick a new outfit.”
I know, total stronzo.
I slap the other side, then repeat the action. “Or, if you have to wear that dress, bring a bodyguard. Me.”
Apparently, the alcohol hasn’t numbed her ass because she wriggles, gasping and jerking. I find a rhythm, loving the feel of her gorgeous ass under my hand.
“Carlo!” she squeals.
I stop and rub her ass. “Summer, you called me to pick you up. You must have wanted this punishment. Am I right?”
She doesn’t answer.
I continue rubbing away the sting. “You didn’t call Maggie or your dad to come and get you. You didn’t call an Uber or a cab. You called me. I think you want me to take you in hand.”
She rolls her hips on my lap, making my dick even harder.
“Listen, piccolina. If you tell me no, I won’t touch you, and I won’t say another word about it. But I think you want this. Am I right?”
For a moment, I think she’s going to say no, which means I’ve read this whole situation wrong. Which means I’ve degraded the don’s daughter.
I’m definitely a dead man.
But then she makes my year. “Yes.”
Triumph floods my veins. “Good girl.”
Chapter Five
Summer
I’m not sure I agree with Carlo that I want a punishment, but I definitely want whatever he’s offering.
So he must be right. I called him because I want him to be my knight in shining armor. And yeah, some part of me must have hoped he would punish me. I squirm and wriggle over his lap, struggling to absorb his steady slaps without a fuss and becoming aware of his growing erection prodding my hip.
My own lady parts have been slippery wet since the moment he pulled up my dress and bared my ass. Actually, since the car ride, when he made it clear he’d be spanking me again. Carlo’s dominance makes him all the more attractive in my eyes. What did he say he would do if I slapped him again? Put a plug in my ass and stand me in the corner?
Um, wow.
I masturbated to that dirty thought this morning.
Heat builds on the surface of my ass as he continues to spank me. I’m not even sure what the spanking is for. “Bad decisions,” he says.
“Surrender, Summer.”
One word. It sends a shiver up my spine, flips my belly like a pancake and makes my pussy leak moisture.
I want to obey him. But how does one surrender to a spanking? I bury my face in the sofa and bite the cushion, willing my butt cheeks to unclench.
“Good girl.”
His words made my insides slithery and warm.
I force myself to remain still. And find it impossible. Every time his palm connects with my ass, every muscle in my body tightens up. Still, I try to minimize my squirms.
“That’s it, Summer. Surrender.”
His words make me dizzy. My clit throbs. One brush, and I reach orgasm.
I spread my thighs a little, inviting him to touch me there.
It turns out to be a winning strategy.
“That’s it.” Carlos stops spanking and kneads my ass and thighs, his touch commanding and possessive.
I lift my ass. Please touch my lady bits. Please.
He grips my ass cheek then swipes his fingers between my legs.
Yep. Just one brush. My thighs clamp closed and ripples of release rock through me.
His fingers fist in my hair, and he pulls my head up. “Did I say you could come, principessa?”
Another wave of orgasm makes me buck. I choke on a gasp.
“Did I?”
My eyes can’t seem to focus. “N-no.”
He lowers my head, massaging away the sting of my scalp. “No, I didn’t.” His silky voice enters my body, rich and warm. “Next time you’ll ask permission first. Capisce, bambi?”
God, that accent. The caress and heat of his fingers makes me purr. My pussy contracts again. “Yes, sir.”
He caresses my heated ass. “I like it when you call me sir.”
I lift it up. Despite my orgasm, I still ache for more, my pussy slick and swollen, clit needy for more of his touch.
“Summer.” He sounds choked. He slaps my ass. It’s a lighter slap, not so punitive as before, but still stingy on my already raw flesh.
I arch my ass back. “More.”
“Oh God,” he groans.
He starts spanking me again, a quick flurry of spanks that make me grind against him, desperate for everything he has to give. The stinging reverberates when he stops and drags a digit down the crack of my ass. His thumb meets my back pucker at the same moment two fingers plunge inside me.
My body jack-knifes up, back bowed, head lifted to emit a guttural cry.
“Do I need to punish you back here, babygirl?” He massages my little rosette with circles as his fingers continue to plunge in and out of my pussy.
My brain scrambles, and I become incapable of answering his question. I both want it and don’t want it at the same time. Abruptly, the room swoops as Carlo helps me to my feet, cradling the backs of my thighs in his large hands. He squeezes them possessively. His eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, hungry.