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CHAPTER 15

L ea

I put my phone down, finish the last few drops of whiskey in my glass, and stand up.

Then I move to the spot Massimo pointed at.

I’m standing between his legs. A quick glance tells me he’s already hard, and I gulp. I agreed to this… and I can’t deny feeling a rush that isn’t just the alcohol.

“First thing I need to do is remove your shoes,” Massimo says, leaning forward and tugging at the laces on my right sneaker.

“I-I can just kick them off,” I offer. They’re old sneakers and I rarely untie them.

“No, let me do it,” he insists, so I relax, and do my best not to tremble.

Massimo removes my sneaker, then pulls off my sock and caresses my foot. His strong, callused hands squeeze and massage the muscles. It feels good after the walking we did today, and I put a hand on his shoulder for support.

“I-I’m enjoying this part,” I say, exhaling sharply.

“You’re going to enjoy it all,” he says, moving his hands to my other sneaker.

I smile and enjoy the way his hands feel on my skin. I’m still a little apprehensive, but he’s already spanked me once. I’m likely to get another one, regardless. And if my body doesn’t react like it did last night, I’m safe from his firm hand the rest of the time I’m with him.

“Next thing I need to do is remove your jeans,” he says, his hands moving up my legs.

I don’t think I can stop my body from reacting to anything right now.

“I guess you want to do that part yourself, too?” I ask, my breathing getting faint when his fingers trace along my inner thighs.

“Yes, bambina ,” he growls. “And I’m going to enjoy this part even more than you do.”

My breath hitches when Massimo raises my t-shirt, and his fingers brush against my belly. It’s like his touch smolders straight to my core. He hooks his fingers into my jeans, pulls me forward, and unfastens them.

He slides my jeans down slowly, exposing my panties as he does. I wore basic black today. I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them—not that I ever do.

I shudder when his fingers reach bare skin again. I feel the heat from his touch matching the spark inside me. They blend together beautifully, as goosebumps rise against his calluses.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” he rasps, his words bringing another shudder. “I’ll let you imagine the spot I’ll choose.” His fingers move lower, tugging my jeans to my ankles.

My imagination doesn’t have to go far. I can already picture him between my thighs, his rough beard rubbing against my skin before his lips do. But I don’t know how it will feel. That part, I’m not sure I can even imagine.

I brace myself on his shoulder until he pulls off my jeans and tosses them to the side. His hands move along my legs, and he barely leaves any skin untouched until his fingers graze my inner thighs. Even the light tease makes my legs shake and my pussy clenches with anticipation.

“Now, I’m going to remove your panties,” he says, his gaze meeting mine. “I don’t have to, but they’re coming off anyway, because you won’t need them when I taste you.”

“Oh, god,” I whimper, but I don’t say anything to stop him—don’t want to do anything to stop him.

His fingers trace the waistband before he hooks it with both hands. Then he slowly tugs them down and I gasp, feeling myself getting wetter. I’m not even over his knee yet and I’m already burning up.

As soon as he peels them away from my wetness he stops, inhaling my scent like an animal. “You smell delicious, bambina ,” he murmurs, then he pulls my panties down my thighs.

I feel vulnerable and exposed when he tosses my panties to the side. But I don’t get to dwell on it. Massimo guides me into the familiar position across his lap. I squirm, wanting to feel his hardness this time, and when it presses against my bare belly I can’t stifle my gasp.

“Glad to see I didn’t spank you hard enough to leave any marks earlier,” he says, patting my bottom before letting his hand rest there. The anticipation builds, making me squirm while my pulse quickens. “But you’re going to be red before I finish this time. Are you ready, bambina ?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I answer, closing my eyes when his hand pulls away.

The first slap isn’t hard. Just enough to sting and make me wetter. I get a matching slap on the other cheek, followed by two that are harder. I squirm on his lap, intentionally guiding my movements to tease his erection.

The slaps keep coming. Gentle. Almost too gentle, after last night. But the sting builds as they continue and I can’t help whimpering, even if it isn’t enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Last night, I was aroused due to a mixture of fear and shame, before the spanking even began. It’s different today, but I can’t deny the thrill building alongside the sting.

I like the way his hand feels on my bottom. Like feeling his reaction each time I squirm. I’m already thinking about what comes after. About him tasting me. There’s no way I’ll be able to resist, because I’m enjoying this, and I’ll have to admit it.

“Sometimes, even good girls need a spanking,” Massimo says, slapping and rubbing along my thighs. “Especially when they get as wet as you do.”

His words make me clench with anticipation. The slaps get firmer, but they’re not coming very fast. He spanks and rubs, teasing my skin with his callused touch, which makes me whimper and wriggle against him. His hard cock throbs each time I do. It makes me think about more than his lips—more than his tongue. If he wants it, I’m not sure I have it in me to resist. Not sure I want to resist.

“How are you feeling, bambina ?” he asks, his hand rubbing circles on my bottom for a moment before his fingers tease my inner thighs. “Still enjoying your spanking?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“Good, good,” he says, patting my bottom. “Because it’s about to get harder.”

A hard, stinging slap lands in the center of my ass. My arms and legs spider with surprise. Then another and another. Now it hurts—but even that doesn’t seem to quell the fire raging inside me. I whimper and groan. It’s not as enjoyable, but it doesn’t make me want to scramble away. I lift my ass to meet his hand several times, which just seems to make him more determined—and more excited. His dick throbs against my belly each time a stinging slap lands.

“Ow,” I whine. “Massimo, it’s… it’s starting to burn.”

“Yes, I know,” he says, still spanking me with the same firmness. “But you don’t hate it, do you, bambina ?”

“No, sir,” I admit.

Last night, it felt like punishment. I knew I was in trouble and the stinging slaps were my consequence for my foolish actions. This is different. Way different. I groan, whine, and squirm, but I don’t cry. There’s too much excitement burning inside me. I grind myself against him, feeling a tease of beautiful friction that makes my clit throb. I don’t just want him to taste me. I need it.

But the spanking isn’t over yet.

“This may be for fun, but I won’t hesitate to give you a real spanking if you don’t do as you’re told,” he growls, accentuating his point with a few stinging slaps. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you, bambina ?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I cry out, finally feeling my eyes water.

“Then say it,” he demands, slapping my sit spots hard enough to get an immediate reaction.

“I’ll be a good girl!” I squeal. “I promise!”

“After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to take you to the bedroom,” he says. “I’m going to taste you. Do you remember where I get to taste you?”

“Anywhere you want…” I whisper, trembling as I think about it.

His hand seems to be spanking everywhere at once. The sting has bloomed into a burn that is making me squirm with every slap. It’s hurting, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m not sure if that is because of the way my body is reacting to the spanking—or his words. They’re stirring things to life I’ve never felt. Teasing sensations I didn’t know were possible. The harder slaps vibrate into my core and make me clench.

“I bet you have a good idea of where I want to taste you,” he comments, slapping my sit spots a few more times. “Don’t you, bambina ?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

His hand lands a few times, then it stills for a moment before he starts rubbing the part of my ass that stings the most. I get a little more comfortable, enjoying the rubbing and the way he feels against me.

“Now you have to tell me if you enjoyed it,” he orders, his fingers tracing down to my inner thighs. “If you say no, you’ll never be in this position again, no matter what. If you say yes, then you already know what that means.”

I’m a virgin craving something I don’t fully understand. But I can’t lie to Massimo, even if it saves me from a spanking I don’t enjoy. And that’s what it would be… a lie. I enjoyed the spanking, even when it started to hurt. That rush of excitement. That lingering sting that still seems to be stoking the fire burning inside me. The way his hand made my walls vibrate when he spanked me harder.

“I-I enjoyed it,” I admit, my breath hitching in my throat.

“Then stand up,” he growls, moving his hand to my arm.

Massimo helps me up from his lap. I stand in front of him, feeling a trickle of wetness run down my inner thigh. My body clenches with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I want it, but I can’t help being scared. I’ve never been touched by a man, much less felt a tongue in all the places I know it will feel good.

Massimo rises from the couch once I’m steady on my bare feet. His fingers brush against the bare skin below my t-shirt, then he wraps his fingers around it and starts tugging. I squirm to resist and shake my head.

“If you’re going to taste me there …” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together. “I can keep my shirt on.”

Massimo chuckles, his blue gaze piercing into me as he shakes his head. “I get to taste you anywhere I choose, bambina .” He leans forward until his lips are against my ear. “And I choose everywhere .”

“That’s not the same thing!” I protest.

“A deal is a deal, Lea,” he rasps into my ear, pulling on my t-shirt. “Now stop fighting what you want before you end up over my knee for a spanking you don’t enjoy.”

I groan, but my arms relax. Massimo peels off my t-shirt, tosses it to the side, and drags his fingernails up my back. I arch into it, pressing my body against him while his fingers twist the clasp of my bra. It cascades down my arms, and Massimo removes it roughly, tossing it on the floor beside the rest of my clothes. I’m completely naked—fully exposed. My nipples harden from a mixture of the sudden coolness and the arousal that is still building.

“Now, bambina ,” he says, leaning back and glaring at me with a grin on his face. “You’re mine .”

Massimo takes my hand and pulls me toward his bedroom.

There’s no backing out.