Page 47 of Heartless Sinner

Vince eyed me up and down. “A little discipline.”

I shivered, and I wasn’t quite sure I was able to successfully hide it this time. Part of me was angry that Vince thought I needed any kind of punishment for my actions, bristled at the thought that I had to have a bodyguard and report to someone about where I was going. But after what had happened last night, the other part of me thought that… maybe he had a point.

After all, as Vince had just said, he didn’t go anywhere without a bodyguard. He wasn’t asking me to do anything he wasn’t doing himself. And he had a point about my lack of weapon. That person could’ve killed me in the alley. I was surprised they hadn’t.

Then there was the lack of trust. The lack of trust I’d shown in him by not telling him where I was going. He was filling me in on details about the investigation as he could, or at the very least giving me enough information to follow along, and I was going behind his back. That had to hurt him.

Vince cupped my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up into his eyes. “You need to value your life better. And if you won’t do it on your own, I’ll give you a little reminder of why you need to listen to me and follow my orders. Because I don’t need another heart attack like the one I got last night when I found you out in a dark alley with blood all over you.”

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. “What sort of discipline did you have in mind?” I asked.

Vince didn’t smile, but his eyes softened somewhat. I realized in that moment I was probably doing something very stupid, inviting a capo to discipline me, of all things. But Vince had never hurt me or even looked like he wanted to. Whether it was smart or not… I trusted him.

“How about you get over my knee,” Vince said, almost conversationally, “and count out ten spankings. Sound fair?”

Heat flowed through me so fast I felt dizzy with it. My body clenched, wishing for a pressure, a hardness inside of me that wasn’t there, and I realized I was trembling. I’d never had a fling who’d thought to do something like this, and any of the men who would’ve loved to do it, I never went out with. Those men would’ve loved hitting me other places, too, would’ve loved controlling everything about me until I was just a shell of my former self.

But there was a dark part of me that craved this sort of thing, and here was the man to give it to me. A man with self-control and restraint, even while doling out a punishment.

I squirmed a little, trying to hide it but clearly failing as Vince’s eyes darkened. “You like that idea?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then strip.”

I stood up and did as I was told. I noted that Vince didn’t strip, he only settled himself on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. I could see the bulge in his briefs and I swallowed, my body thrumming and clenching with the desire to have his cock inside of me.

Not yet, though.

When I was naked, I felt—well I should’ve felt exposed. Embarrassed. But instead I felt… right. Like it was okay, and safe, just here with Vince.

His gaze slid appreciatively over my body, like he wanted to devour me alive, and I shivered again. I liked his gaze. It fed that darker part of me. The part I’d ignored and denied until now.

“Bend over my knee,” Vince ordered.

I did as I was told, and he helped me settle in a way that I was balanced and not in danger of falling off. I felt keenly how I was completely at his mercy like this. He could do anything to me. But he wouldn’t. I knew that. I knew it in the heart of me, I just… did.

Vince’s hand slid over the curve of my ass, his other hand lightly resting on my shoulder blade to hold my upper body down. “Count out loud for me.”

“Yes, sir.”

I yearned to hear him say good girl, but there was only silence.

I hadn’t earned that praise yet.

I so wanted to earn it.

For a moment there was just quiet as he contemplated me. With him holding me down, I couldn’t see him, couldn’t twist around to look up. I could only stare down at the floor and try not to give away just how badly I wanted to squirm with the anticipation. We’d barely done anything and I was already embarrassingly wet.

Smack. The first spank had me gasping in shock and pleasure. It was equivalent to a live wire straight to my already-aching pussy, and I felt my slick arousal against Vince’s thigh. He had to know how wet I was.

“One,” I gasped out, just barely remembering in time that I was supposed to count.

“Every time you behave recklessly, put yourself in danger, you get disciplined.” Vince’s voice was firm but not cruel, not at all. “Behave like the smart girl I know you are, and you get rewarded. Fair?”

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