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CHAPTER 29

M assimo

Lea’s trying to hide her pain.

Trying to do everything she can to avoid dwelling on it.

I understand it because I’m doing the exact same thing. The war I’m saving my family from is raging inside of me. I want to tear the world apart, if it means I get one more minute with Lea. But the price is simply too high. Too much blood will be shed. Too many lives will be lost.

“Well, we’re in luck,” I say, walking out of the bedroom and putting my phone in my pocket. “Theo has a bottle and he’s sending it up.”

“Good,” Lea says, forcing a smile that doesn’t look nearly as good as the natural one I’m practically obsessed with. “Then what’s next? We’ve covered tattoos and wine. What about food? Even death row inmates get to choose a last meal.”

“There are plenty of options here on the island,” I say, sitting down beside her. “It’s hard to choose.”

“I think I’d go with a big greasy cheeseburger and enough fries to make me question my life choices,” Lea says, her smile showing a hint of genuineness. “Maybe even a slice of apple pie, after I’m stuffed.”

“That does sound delicious,” I admit. “But I’d probably go with something from Bellissima’s. Maybe one of the dishes my grandmother used to make when I spent my summers in Italy.”

“Do you want to have dinner there tonight?” Lea asks.

“No,” I answer immediately. “I don’t want to be around other people today. Just you.”

“Then we can have it sent up, just like the wine,” she suggests.

“We’ll figure that out later.” I wave a hand. “We just had breakfast.”

The reality is that I don’t care about any of it. Not even the wine. I can leave this world happy, as long as I get to spend my last day with Lea.

Lea offers some other suggestions, but it’s meaningless conversation. Words for the sake of keeping the discussion going so silence doesn’t fill the air. Silence seems to be difficult for us both.

We’re finally interrupted by a knock at the door.

“That must be the wine,” I say, standing up and adjusting my shirt.

I give a generous tip to the young man who is delivering it. Might as well get rid of the cash in my pocket like I got rid of what I had sitting in the bank. The rest of it—my family can figure that out.

“Is there anything special about this wine other than it being made the year you were born?” Lea asks while I remove the cork and pour two glasses.

“There were a lot of storms that year,” I reply, inhaling the aroma as I walk over and give Lea her glass. I sit down beside her and motion for her to try it. “The grapes got riper than normal, because of all the rain, and that always makes the flavor sweeter than the years when irrigation is necessary.”

“Wow, it seems like everything impacts the flavor.” Lea sniffs the wine, then sips it. “It tastes similar to what we had on the boat.”

“Not even close,” I chuckle, picking up the distinct differences as I take my first drink and letting the wine sit on my tongue for a moment before swallowing. “But you haven’t had much wine, so I understand why you would think that.”

“I’ve drunk more alcohol, or poison as you like to call it, since I got to this island than I ever have before.” Lea smiles as she takes another drink. “Now I’m drinking wine before noon!”

“It’s a special occasion.” I lean over and give her a playful nudge. “Just don’t let it turn into a habit.”

“Why not? Are you going to haunt me?” The pain still lingers in her eyes, but I can tell she’s trying to keep the mood light.

“If you ever feel a firm slap on your ass when you know you’re doing something you shouldn’t, it might be me,” I growl, holding back a laugh.

We enjoy our wine and peaceful conversation while we drink. It’s the lightest mood either of us can manage, considering what happens tomorrow morning.

When we finish our first glass, we pour another. And another. When the bottle is empty, I open a second. It’s from the selection in the room, but we’re both feeling it enough not to care. I notice the difference, but Lea clearly doesn’t. She just wants the poison, like I used to, when everything in my life went to shit.

“You know there are a few other lasts,” Lea says, her mood clearly impacted by the wine.

“Like what?” I ask, putting her glass of wine on the table and sitting down beside her.

“My, um, last spanking,” she whispers, some excitement finally piercing through. “And today is the last day you can tell me to open my fucking mouth—or my fucking legs.”

“I wouldn’t want to miss out on any of those,” I say, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “But what am I going to spank you for, hmm?”

“To help me remember to be a good girl?” she suggests. “Otherwise, I might forget.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” I narrow my eyes and my dick twitches. “On your feet, bambina .”

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip as she stands up.

“I want you naked for your last spanking, bambina ,” I say, motioning to her. “Just like before.”

Lea swallows hard and begins to undress. I take in the sight of her gorgeous body as it is revealed, and my dick swells in my pants.

A lifetime isn’t long enough with this amazing girl. If I had a dozen of them to share with her, I’d never get my fill. The cruel hand of fate loves to put one last dagger in your heart on the way out, I suppose.

“I’m naked, sir,” Lea whispers, her arms hovering like she wants to cover up for a moment before lowering them.

“I can see that,” I reply, rubbing my cock through my pants. “Turn around, let me look at you. One last long look before I put you over my knee.”

Lea blushes but she obeys. I take in the sight of her marvelous, heart-shaped ass, already imagining it a lovely shade of red like it’s been almost every day since I met her.

“Bend over, bambina ,” I growl, rubbing my cock a little harder. “Show me where you want my dick after I’m done spanking your ass.”

Lea whimpers and hesitates before bending over. I get a perfect view of her slick folds and puckered bottom hole.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I sigh. “You need all three of your holes fucked one last time, don’t you?”

A shudder sweeps through her before she softly whispers, “Yes, sir.”

“Then get over my lap,” I demand. “You’re getting a good, hard spanking before I take you to the bedroom.”

Lea stands up and turns to face me. There’s a hint of a grin teasing her submissive gaze. She’s not scared of being spanked anymore. She craves it as much as she craves my cock.

I help Lea into position across my lap and adjust her until she’s pressed against my hardness. That’s the best place to have her for a spanking because she’ll rub against me every time she squirms, and she squirms a lot once it starts to sting.

“Are you ready for a spanking that will help you remember to be a good girl for the rest of your life?” I ask, rubbing my hand along the curve of her ass and teasing her inner thigh.

“Yes, sir,” she whispers hesitantly.

I lean forward and hook an arm around her waist, sliding my hand between her legs until my fingers are against her clit. I rub until she squirms, then let my finger rest there while I pat her ass with my other hand.

“To prove how good you can be, you’re not going to come while I spank you,” I instruct. “If you do, this good girl spanking is going to turn into a naughty girl spanking and you’ll get my belt.”

I slap her ass for emphasis and as soon as she jerks, I rub her clit. I alternate between the two, keeping her on the edge of pleasure and pain while I spank her. It doesn’t take long for the melody of whimpers and groans to fill the air and mix with the sound of my callused hand landing on her delicate skin.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” she whines, her squirms rubbing against my erection. “Your finger feels way too good.”

“Then give in and you’ll finally get to feel the belt you’re so scared of,” I growl, alternating between hard stinging slaps that leave a lovely pink mark and gentle caresses that make her clit throb.

“No, please,” she whimpers. “I don’t want that.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think, especially now that your sunburn has faded a little,” I say, slapping her bottom. “But it will definitely hurt more than my hand.”

I let her feel the sting for a while before I increase the pressure on her clit. I could force her over the edge, but I’m keeping it light enough for her to hold back her orgasm if she tries. If she’s successful, I’ll reward her. If not, I’ll punish her.

“Good girls never come without permission,” I tell her, continuing to alternate between pain and pleasure. “And you want to be a good girl, don’t you, bambina ?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she mewls.

My cock is throbbing against her. I can feel the heat radiating from her ass each time I spank it. The pink spots are beginning to redden, and she’s so wet she’s dripping with arousal.

“Ow, ow,” she whimpers, so I focus my attention on her clit, which makes her grind against my hand. “Oh, god!”

“That was a close one,” I chuckle, lightening my caress and slapping the reddest parts of her ass. “You almost came all over me.”

“I know,” she whines, squirming away from my fingers, and then right back into them when I pepper her bottom. “Massimo! I…”

“Hold on a little longer and I’ll tongue-fuck you until you scream before I tell you to open your fucking mouth,” I rasp, already imagining her sweetness on my breath.

“I’m trying!” she squeals.

She’s so close that every rotation of my finger around her swollen knot makes her hips buck. I wait for them to buck away from my probing fingers before I deliver the next series of stinging slaps. I could push for more, but she’s taken a hard spanking like a good girl, so I cut her a little slack. I finish with some gentle rubs and lighter slaps.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, rubbing the redness that colors her ass. “Now I want you to go to my bedroom, get on the bed, and spread your fucking legs. I want to hear you begging for my tongue before I make it in the room.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, a shudder sweeping through her that makes her clit twitch against my finger.

I watch the sight of her lovely red ass as she disappears into my bedroom. I stand up and start to undress, waiting for her to follow my instructions.

“Please, Massimo,” she calls out. “I need your tongue.”

A smile spreads across my face as I toss my shirt to the side and unbuckle my belt. There are plenty of things I don’t want to think about floating around in my head. I’m doing my best to ignore them, because I don’t want to ruin my last day with Lea.

Lea continues to whimper and beg, her words making my dick throb as I approach my bedroom. She’s going to get what she’s begging for, and I’m damn sure going to enjoy it.

I’ll leave her too exhausted to miss me when I’m gone.