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)
“I believe I owe you a punishment, principessa.”
I laugh and kick my feet in a show of resistance, but my giggles give me away.
As smoothly as if it were choreographed, Carlo drops me to my feet, sits on my sofa, and pulls me across his lap.
Yummy.
He peppers my ass with playful smacks. They’re hard enough to sting, even through my jeans, but light enough to leave me needy for more. I lift my ass to him. He continues to warm it with quick spanks, then he lifts me to stand between his knees.
“Pull down your pants.”
I flush, glancing toward the door. Maggie could walk back in at any second.
He jerks his head in that direction, guessing my thoughts. “Go lock it.”
“Thanks.” I exhale and dart over to turn the lock. When I return, my heartbeat kicks up speed.
Carlo reaches for the waistband of my jeans and tugs me forward, unbuttoning the jeans himself. Hooking his thumbs in the elastic of my panties, he pulls both down until they drop at my ankles, and I step out of them.
Feeling vulnerable, I practically dive over his lap, eager to hide my face in the cushions.
He runs his warm hand over my bare ass, caressing my curves.
I shiver.
“This is for leaving without permission this morning.” He smacks my ass again, harder this time. Another slap. Then another.
I squeeze my cheeks together and wriggle.
“You might have thought I was kidding, but I wasn’t. I’m completely serious. Until I’m sure you’re back on track, I need to know where you are at every moment. You don’t run to Starbucks, you don’t go to the grocery, you don’t take a walk without first asking my permission.”
“That’s...ridiculous,” I pant, the pain starting to register now. Heat builds on the surface of my ass, tingling.
He stops and rubs. “You may think it’s ridiculous, but it’s a rule you’re going to follow, or there’ll be consequences.”
I’m not sure I mind his consequences all that much. Well, I would if they were like that first punishment with his belt. Except even that experience was hot.
“Do you understand me?”
“Oof. Yeah, I understand.”
He slaps the back of my thigh, which makes me yelp. “That is not the proper answer.”
My brain muddles with dealing with the sensation, so it takes four more slaps before I yelp, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir, I understand!”
He stops and runs his palm over my heated cheeks. “Good girl. And now I want to have a talk about what you were doing at The Candy Store.”
I start to push myself up, but he pushes me back over his knees and gives me a couple more slaps. “This is what I call an over-the-knee discussion. You’re bared to me in a humbling position, so I can correct you immediately if I don’t think you’re being honest.”
Oh, God. Carlo is beyond kinky. He’s downright depraved. And I am freaking here for it.
He brushes a finger between my legs.
My pussy immediately plumps open, dripping wet for him.
“If you answer me well, I will reward you. If you fail to satisfy, your gorgeous ass is going to be rosy red. Capisce?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why do you want to strip?”
My clit pulses between my legs, needy for more of his touch. “It makes—I mean, made—me feel sexy.” I have to admit, being over his knees where I don’t have to look him in the eye and can hide my face makes it safer to share my feelings.
I expect him to scoff at my answer or at least discount the reason as unimportant, but he says nothing at all. He strokes my burning ass, tickling my inner thighs with his fingertips, but scrupulously avoiding my needy core.
“And I miss performing.”
Again, no snort that stripping was a far cry from dancing professionally.
“It built my confidence.”
When I don’t add anything more, his fingers burrow into my hair, and he leans over, speaking into my ear. “Thank you, cara, for explaining it to me.”
“Do I get a reward now?” I open my thighs as far as I can with the restriction of my shorts and panties at my thighs.
His finger brushes the outer lips of my sex again, making my inner thighs quiver. “Not yet, principessa.” Another brush.
I gnash my teeth, my clit aching for his touch.
To my dismay, he pulls up my panties and shorts and helps me up to straddle his lap. Cupping both my breasts, he kneads one as he applies his teeth to my nipple through the layers of my thin t-shirt and bra.
I yelp.
“Do you feel sexy now?”
I flush and look down at the place our bodies conjoin.
He puts a finger under my chin and lifts it. “Do you?”
“Yes,” I say softly. “You make me feel sexy.”
He looks genuinely pleased. “Good.” He squeezes my ass possessively. “My job will be to make sure you always know how incredible you are. How beautiful and talented. And absolutely perfect. Your job will be to obey. Do you think you can do that?”