Page 523 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I nod. “Good. I want you to remember that every time my hand smacks your ass, do you understand? I want you to think about how badly you want my cock, and how good it’s gonna make you feel, and how I won’t give it to you until I want you to have it.” I slide her panties to the floor, and with a sudden motion, I throw her across my lap, raising my hand over her smooth skin.

She lets out a yelp, her fingers digging into my legs, as if she’s just now considering what the hell she’s getting herself into. Her quivering body lays over the tops of my thighs, the globes of her ass round and plump. I tangle my fingers into her hair and pull her head backward the slightest bit. “Do you know what you do to me, Lily? Can you feel what you do to me?”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

“And you want to feel it too, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You know how bad you can be, don’t you?” I hiss against her ear.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“And do you want me to punish you for not thinking about the consequences of your actions?” I slide my fingers into her slick pussy, driving them deep and making her squirm and squeal.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please!”

I pull out my fingers, sucking off her juices before bringing my hand down on her ass cheek. Hard. The tingle of my palm against her flesh makes my dick twitch, and for a second, I think I may have to worry about losing it myself before she does.

“Again,” she whispers.

Oh, fuck yes.

“That’s not how this works,” I growl, trying to hold my shit together even though I’m ready to erupt. “You don’t get to ask for anything unless I tell you to.”

Another loud smack and she trembles against me, her legs parting even more. I can’t help but dip my finger into her wet slit again, finger-fucking her as she moans and whimpers for release.

“No, no, no, little girl. You don’t take instruction very well. I just told you not to ask for anything. I don’t think you’re learning yet.” I pull back and yank off my belt, positioning her over the bed. I wrap my arm around her torso, kneading her full breasts as she hovers over the edge of the bed. “Can I trust you to not scream?”

She nods, her breaths coming fast and furious. With a quick glance at my belt, she visibly shakes. I drag the leather belt down the slope of her spine and gently rest it against her ass.

The one I’ve already branded with my hand.

I lightly slap it against her left cheek and then her right cheek as she clutches the comforter in her fists. Her legs buckle, her gasps morphing into needy moans. She’s fighting so hard against the pleasure, and her lack of control is making me harder than a steel rod. I want to bury my dick deep in her pussy and fuck that badass attitude right out of her.

Lily trembles against the bed as I show her exactly what I expect in the bedroom, again and again. My heart thunders inside of my chest as the red mark becomes more prominent on her backside. She writhes on the mattress after every lash, tiny mewls slipping from her mouth.

But she knows not to speak, not to beg, not to plead for release.

Smart girl.

Good. That gets us closer to the fucking part.

And the coming part.

I drop the belt on the floor and flip her over so her back is against the comforter. She stares up at me, licking her lips, a smile tugging the corners of her lips. I can see she wants to talk, to say something she shouldn’t.

But she wants my cock and she knows that if she utters a single syllable, she won’t get it.

At least, not until I punish her again.

And this girl isn’t used to being controlled.

She wants to fight it, I can see it in her heated gaze.

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