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CHAPTER 22

L ea

Outside of nearly getting eaten by a shark, this has been an incredible day.

We enjoy a nice lunch. The water is very peaceful, and the mini-yacht barely budges. Massimo shares stories about his childhood summers in Italy. I talk about the summer I skinned my knee, because exciting things like summers in vineyards and regular days in Las Vegas don’t happen in Pine Grove.

Then we return to the suite, cool off, and get ready for dinner. I step out of my bedroom in my black dress. I’m wearing my grandmother’s earrings. The ones she wore when she visited Isola Selvaggia. I would never want to travel with them normally, but she insisted I wear them on a date. The first one didn’t feel right for the occasion, but this one does.

Massimo emerges from his bedroom in a black suit, and I’m certain his crimson-colored tie is more expensive than my dress… and my heels. Possibly even my grandmother’s cherished earrings. I get a good look at the pants I’ll be lying across later tonight, and a quiver makes my walls clench. I’ll definitely leave a stain on that shade of black.

“You okay, bambina ?” Massimo asks, a grin moving the edges of his lips as he adjusts his sleeve. “Stomach isn’t bothering you again, is it?”

I could lie and say that’s the reason for the tremor and somewhat blank stare. It might save me from the worst of what is coming after dinner. But I can’t force myself to say it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, taking a deep breath and smiling. “Just ready for dinner.”

“Good,” he says, walking closer to me. “You look incredible by the way. I love those earrings. They look—vintage.”

“These old things?” I say sarcastically, looking away for a moment. “My grandmother wore them when she was here.”

“Will you carry on the family tradition?” he asks, brushing his hand along my neck and caressing the emerald—and my skin. “Give these to your daughter or granddaughter one day? Tell them to come here and let the island guide them on their…” He pauses and chuckles, “adventure?”

“Mmm,” I pretend to ponder. “No, are you crazy? This resort is owned by the Mafia. I almost died… twice! Three times, if you count… never mind.”

Massimo gives me a deadpan stare for a moment, then he starts laughing. Genuine laughter. It almost sounds foreign. He doubles a bit, and his hand falls away from my face, grazing my arm on the way down and making me tingle.

“You know what, you’re right. Please don’t tell anyone to come to this fucking island,” Massimo nods, continuing to laugh. “Nobody you care about, at least. Come on, let’s go have dinner.”

Massimo seems to be in a good mood as we leave the penthouse suite and go to the elevators. He lets me caress and touch his hand on the way down. He doesn’t pull away when we reach the bottom and the doors open. Instead, our fingers interlock, and we hold hands on the way to the restaurant.

We share more stories over dinner and wine. I’m feeling it, but that might be a good thing since I’m going over his knee after we’re done. Toward the end of dinner, I notice some discomfort along my back and my bottom. I squirm a little and Massimo notices.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“No, I guess I’m just still feeling some warmth from the sun,” I reply, squirming some more when I feel it again.

“That’s what happens when you spend about fifteen minutes lying on the deck of the boat without any sunscreen on your bare butt,” he says. “Very light sunburn. You’ll feel it a little, but you’ll feel it a lot more when you get your spanking later.”

My eyes get wide, and my throat gets dry. “Wait, you knew this would happen, didn’t you? That’s why you told me to… Massimo!”

“You should have listened when I told you to put your swimsuit back on,” he says, flashing me a stern look. “I didn’t spank your ass as soon as we got back to the boat because I decided to teach you a little lesson about being disobedient.”

“That’s not fair,” I whine, realizing how childish it sounds as soon as I say it. “It’s going to hurt a lot more!”

“I know it is,” he smirks. “That’s the point. Now come, let’s go back to the suite.”

I wince a little as I get up. It’s the lightest sunburn I can ever recall having, but that doesn’t make me feel any better considering what is coming. I guess I’m going to find out what happens to bad girls this time. This doesn’t sound like a playful spanking, and if it’s like the first one, on top of a sunburn… Thinking about it makes me shudder.

“Massimo, please,” I whimper as he takes my hand outside the restaurant. “It was mostly teasing. Come on, I… It was harmless, except when I fell in, but that was an accident!”

“You earned yourself a spanking before you fell in, la mia bambina ,” he replies. “You shouldn’t have been dancing so close to the edge, and you should have kept your eyes open, but it was mostly an accident. And you know you acted like a brat today. You can’t deny that.”

“I might have been a little upset that you told me to save my first time for someone else,” I admit. “But I was still just playing around. I wasn’t trying to make you punish me. I thought it would be like last night… Something I’d enjoy.”

“It would have been, if you’d put your swimsuit back on when I told you to,” he says, glancing at me. “Or behaved in the water, when I told you to, instead of pulling mine off.”

“Fine,” I relent, feeling a twinge of anger. “If you’re going to punish me for making you have fun on one of your last days alive, then do it.”

His grip on my hand softens. He takes a deep breath and exhales sharply. I tremble, wondering if that comment was one step too far. He swallows hard and his jaw flexes.

“Alright, bambina ,” he sighs, turning to me. “What kind of spanking would you like tonight?”

I’m completely caught off guard. Did I just change his mind? Or did I offend him? I’m not sure. Oh, no, it’s worse. I see the pain in his eyes again. Except this time, I’m the one who put it there.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s exactly what you should have said. You’re right. You’ve made… these have been the best days of my life in a really fucking long time.”

“Mine too,” I say, tearing up a little. I try to bite back my words, but the floodgates open. “And you’re telling me I only get a couple more, and I’m not okay with that. I’m far from okay with it. But I’ve accepted it. I know I can’t talk you out of it, and I’m not going to waste my breath or upset you by trying. If you think I’m just going to… move on? Forget about you?” I scoff away a sniffle. “No, Massimo. It’s not going to be that easy for me. And that’s not just my fault. You’re the one who invited me to dinner to begin with.”

“You’re right again,” he relents, taking a deep breath and nodding. “But for the record, you knew who I was before you ever came to dinner, so dinner is my fault. Everything that happened after… you have to share some of the blame for that.”

“I do, but regardless of who shoulders the blame, we’re standing here right now.” I shrug. “And there’s one part of me you didn’t taste last night.”

Massimo narrows his eyes and growls under his breath. I don’t know why he didn’t kiss my lips last night. I didn’t ask. But I certainly noticed the one place he left untouched.

“This is your fault,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me closer.

Then his rough lips crush mine and I nearly see stars. It’s tender at first, then it gets fiercer, and his hand tangles into my curls while he ravages my mouth. I gasp and moan into his, completely shattered by my first real kiss—from the only man I’ve ever wanted it from.

He kisses me like it’s the first kiss, last kiss, and every kiss in between. Like if I can’t have all of those, then this one is going to make up for it. His other hand grips my waist, pulling me even closer. I feel his hardness and my clenched core gets doused in gasoline and set on fire. I melt into his firm grip and ravenous kiss.

The perfect seal finally breaks and we both gasp.

“I want the kind of spanking that ends with you telling me to open my fucking legs,” I whisper.

“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he says, pulling me closer and kissing me again.

Everything around us just seems to fade away. Massimo kisses me until we’re gasping for the second time, then pulls me along the path to the hotel. I nearly trip over my heels, but he keeps me steady.

As soon as we’re in the elevator, Massimo’s lips find mine and his hands seem to be everywhere. On my hip. Caressing and squeezing my sunburn until I whimper. Then on my breasts, with just the right amount of gentle roughness to perk my nipples against his callused touch.

The elevator doors open and Massimo pulls me into his penthouse. He turns, towering over me with a look in his eyes that is stern, but not angry. There’s a faint hint of a grin on the edges of his lips. I don’t know what kind of spanking I’m going to get, but I know what is coming after. I’m so wet I’m surprised it hasn’t already started trickling down my thighs.

“Take off your clothes, Lea,” he demands. “Everything. Even the earrings.”

I swallow hard and my breath hitches in my throat. I’m not sure where this is going, so I can’t help some nervous trembles as I remove my dress. I’m going to lose my virginity. But first, a spanking that turns him on enough to make me spread my legs.

I remove my earrings and step out of my heels. I glance up at him with an apprehensive look before reaching behind my back and unfastening my bra. It joins my dress on the floor, and I reach for my panties. Massimo smiles when they come down and I don’t have to wonder if he can see the wet spot.

“Good girl,” he praises, removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

Massimo looms over me until I tuck my hands behind my back. Then his hand goes to his crimson-colored tie, and he removes it before walking around me. His fingertips graze the back of my thighs and my sunburnt bottom on the way to my wrists. He grabs them tightly, crosses them, and wraps his tie around them. The tie goes around my wrist several times, then between them, and my arms are completely immobilized once he pulls it tight.

“You’re going to get a spanking, bambina ,” he rasps into my ear. “The kind of spanking a naughty little girl gets. Because that’s what you’ve been today. Haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I whisper, unable to deny his words, or the arousal that burns inside me.

“And after you’ve been spanked like a naughty little girl,” he says, tracing his fingers around until he’s rubbing my clit, “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. I’m going to tell you to spread your gorgeous legs, and you’re going to do it for me. Aren’t you, bambina ?”

“Y-yes, sir,” I whisper again, my core clenching with anticipation.

“Good girl,” he repeats, rubbing my clit until I’m whimpering and squirming on my toes before he moves his hand to my arm.

Massimo guides me over to the couch. He sits down and smooths out his pants before helping me lie across his lap. I feel his hard cock as soon as I’m in position.

I’m so turned on I can barely see straight. The spanking that sounded terrifying outside the restaurant no longer seems so scary. I acted like a naughty little brat, and I’m going to get punished for it.

But I’m going to enjoy it.

No matter how much it hurts.