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CHAPTER 23

M assimo

I’ve lost the fight.

It’s over.

I can’t give Lea the life she deserves, but I can give her everything I have left. Because she’s right. She has made the last few days absolutely incredible. She’s brought things to the surface I never expected to feel again.

Her fault? My fault? We’re both to blame, and we know it. I shouldn’t have let the sight of a beautiful girl in distress distract me from my priorities. I shouldn’t have invited her to dinner. I don’t understand what came over me, nor do I understand why I can’t seem to pull away from her. I’m entangled, entranced, and nothing feels right except being with her.

But she’s still been a brat today, and she knew she would get a spanking for it, so I’m going to make sure she remembers this one.

Now she’s naked across my lap. She’s trembling a little. Her pussy is so wet I’m struggling not to take her to the bedroom immediately. Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink, thanks to the light sunburn, but it’s going to be red before I’m done.

“Tell me why you’re getting this spanking, bambina ,” I say, dragging my fingers along her inner thighs and tracing her wetness before I let my hand rest on her bottom.

“Because I deserve to be punished for acting like a brat today,” she whimpers, squirming her hips against me and making my cock throb.

“But you don’t regret it, do you?” I ask, squeezing her bottom. “Because you are going to get exactly what you want after I spank your naughty little ass.”

“No, sir,” she admits, her body tightening for a moment before relaxing. “I don’t regret it at all.”

“Normally, I’d spank some regret into you. A lot of it,” I growl, my cock twitching in response to her movements. “That’s what I planned to do, after the sun did a lot of the work for me.” I squeeze her ass again and move my finger down to her pussy, stroking her slick folds.

“Oh, god,” she whimpers, grinding herself against my fingers.

“But, since I know there’s no way to make you regret it,” I mutter, returning my hand to her ass, “I’m just going to spank you for being a brat.”

I raise my hand high and wait for her to tense up with anticipation before I give her the first slap across her right cheek. It’s not hard, but it’s enough to get her attention, and leave a lovely outline of my hand in her pink sunburn. Her hips buck immediately, and she groans, so I slap her other cheek a little harder.

“Naughty little girl,” I scold, slapping her ass a few more times. “Naughty, disobedient little girl. I told you to put your swimsuit back on, but what did you do?”

“I-I jumped in the water naked,” she whines, grimacing when a few more slaps find their mark on her sunburnt skin.

“Yes, you did,” I agree, peppering her bottom with stinging smacks. “And then what did you do, bambina ?”

“Ow…” she whimpers. “I-I took off your swimsuit, too.”

“After saying you were going to earn your spanking,” I remind her. “Well, you earned it, alright.”

I start spanking her faster, slapping each cheek before giving her a few directly in the middle. It doesn’t take long for her squirms to get frantic.

“Ow!” she squeals, extending her fingers and shoving her bound wrists down to cover what she can of her bottom. “That hurts!”

I pause the spanking and move my free hand to the tie holding her wrists. I anticipated this, and that’s why I tied her wrists to begin with. I pull her hands away from her bottom and pin them to the small of her back. I wait a moment for her to realize how helpless she is before I place my hand on her ass again.

“I know it hurts, bambina ,” I growl, holding her wrists firmly in my grasp. “But do you really think that’s enough punishment for a naughty, disobedient little girl like you?”

“N-no, sir,” she whines, squirming helplessly. “I’m sorry.”

I’m letting her dictate her punishment a little. This wasn’t part of the plan, but I’ve noticed how wet she gets, even when I’m punishing her. And I’m enjoying this too. Her ass has some redness blooming and I’m hard as a rock. But she’ll be a lot wetter and a lot redder before I’m finished.

“Disobedience has consequences,” I state firmly, then I resume the spanking.

Lea squirms, whimpers, and groans while I’m spanking her. Every squirm rubs against me and makes my dick twitch. Every whimper and groan is music to my ears—the music of a naughty girl, getting the comeuppance she deserves. There are few things more beautiful than that.

The naughty girl seems to accept it. Lea stops squirming and her fingers scrabble against my grip, but she doesn’t try to get away. My hand lands on her lovely bottom, sit spots, and the delicate skin along the top of her thighs. That part got enough sunscreen to protect her from the rays, but it’s still a good place to land a few firm swats before I give her sunburnt skin another round of slaps.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she cries out, her voice breaking a little. “Ah!”

“You’re lucky you’re not getting my belt,” I growl, my hand not slowing down. “If you disobey me again like that, you might not be so lucky.”

A stern warning between slaps. I don’t like to be disobeyed. Obedience sometimes means the difference between life and death. Today wasn’t one of those days, until she fell in the water with the sharks, but if she hadn’t been such a brat, that might not have happened either.

“Massimo, please,” she whimpers, her fingernails digging into the hand holding her wrists.

“I believe I told you this spanking was going to be a little longer because you decided to swim with the sharks,” I say sternly. “Didn’t I, bambina ?”

“Ow, please, Massimo!” she cries out.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I say, landing some firm swats on the back of her pink thighs.

“Ah! Yes, you said it would be longer!” she squeals.

“The proper response is yes, sir,” I remind her, spanking her red bottom.

“Yes, sir!” she answers properly, her hips bucking again in response to the pain.

“It’s almost over, Lea,” I tell her, but still land a few hard slaps on her ass. “All you have to do is promise to be a good obedient girl from now on.”

“Ow, ow, I’ll be good! I’ll be obedient! I promise!” she cries out and I hear a sniffle that tells me she’s had enough.

I stop the spanking and rub her reddened skin. It’s warm to the touch, and it isn’t just the sunburn doing it now.

“If you disobey me again, you’re getting my belt,” I warn. “And you won’t beg me to spare you. You won’t look at me like you can’t believe I’m actually going to use it to punish you. You will accept it. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers. “I understand.”

“Good girl,” I praise, my gaze lowering to her slick folds. “Now, I believe there’s something else that needs my attention.”

I slide my hand between her legs and rub her wetness. My fingers quickly find her clit, and she gasps as I circle it. It’s already swollen and practically throbbing. It takes very little friction to make her squirm and whine.

I can already imagine how incredible her tight pussy is going to feel when I take her virginity. I didn’t want to. I wanted her to save that for someone else—someone who could promise her the life she deserves instead of a few days. But that’s impossible now. I fucked up. I let her get too close. So close that I don’t know how to pull away. If there wasn’t a bullet with my name on it, I’d make her mine forever. I’d never let her go.

“That feels good!” Lea gasps, writhing against me as I continue to tease her clit.

“You’re getting so much more than my finger tonight, bambina ,” I growl, sliding my finger down to her tight entrance and circling it. “You’re getting fucked . You’re going to come on my cock over and over until you don’t know if you should beg for more or beg me to stop.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpers, pushing against me like she needs my finger inside her.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? What you have been craving since the first time I put you over my knee?” I let go of her wrists and slap her ass while I continue to tease her entrance.

“Ow! Yes!” she squeals.

“Yes, sir ,” I snap, slapping her ass harder.

“Yes, sir!” she squeals louder.

“Are you ready for that, bambina ?” I ask, stopping the spanking and focusing on the rubbing. “Are you ready to be mine, even if we don’t have much time together left?”

“I am,” she whimpers. “I-I know you can’t give me more than that, but I want you, Massimo. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

I keep rubbing and teasing. I want this too. I can’t deny it. I’ve given in to the point of breaking already, so holding back is pointless. It’s just making us both miserable and leaving us teetering on the edge. It’ll be her first time, but once won’t be enough for me. I’ll want her again and again. She’ll be the last thing on my breath—the last thing on my mind, before the darkness takes me.

And I’m okay with that.

I run my fingers along her folds, grind into her swollen clit, and tease her entrance. She’s getting wetter. Wet enough that her tightness will be the only resistance when I make her spread her gorgeous legs.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I ask, pushing the tip of my finger inside her and feeling her clench on it.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

I pull my hand away from her pussy and untie her wrists. Her arms tremble a little as she flexes them once they’re free.

“I want you to go to my bedroom, get on the bed, and spread your fucking legs,” I command, giving her a slap on the ass.

“Ah!” she squeals, scrambling off my lap.

Lea looks back at me with need burning in her eyes. She’s ready. More than ready. So ready she can’t hide her grin before she turns and walks to my bedroom. Or she thinks she is, at least. She has no idea what I’m going to do to her. I’ve been starving for far too long to hold back.

I unbuckle my belt as I get up from the couch. I can’t see her from here, but I can already imagine how wet and needy she will be when I get to the bedroom. But some anticipation won’t hurt. I take my time removing my pants and boxers, then I unbutton my shirt. The fabric brushes against my dick as I remove it, and I shudder.

“I guess that anticipation goes both ways,” I say under my breath.

There’s only one thing left to do.

Claim her.