Page 77 of His Vicious Desire

I’m unbuttoning the sleeves of my shirt and rolling it back so that it doesn’t hinder me when she finds her tongue.“Gaetano, no, please.I’ll be good.Don’t spank me.”

She’s backing away from the recliner.I take one step forward, and she goes running for my bedroom.I’m on her in seconds, grasping her to me with one arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet.

“Gaetano, please don’t drop me.”She squeals.

“I’m never going to drop you, angel.”I sigh as I snag one of her shoes and tear it off her.She takes off the other one on her own.Putting her back down, I give her no room.“Bend over the bed, pull up your dress, and show me your ass for the spanking you’ve earned.”

“I hate you.”Is muttered under her breath as she bends over the edge of the bed.

Unsheathing my knife, I keep in the small of my back, I take a step closer to her.“Pull up the bottom of your dress to over your ass.Present yourself to me.”

Fucking hell, she does it perfectly, arching her back and lifting her ass up for me.Sexy, so fucking sexy.She’s wearing a thong and a damn garter belt and stockings.“Did you wear this for him or me?”

The brat better answer correctly.This dress was bad enough, a black cobweb of sparkling lace that barely covers her ass.

“You, Gaetano,” she whispers.

“Brat,” I mutter.Spreading the bottom of the dress with one hand, I pull up the knife through the black lace.The knife is extremely sharp and splits the two sides without any resistance.

“Gaetano, what the hell are you doing?Do you know how much this dress costs?”

“You should have thought of that before wearing it out for anyone to see you in it.”One last slash separates it, and the dress falls to the floor.The bra she’s wearing is barely there, the same as the black thong.A flick of my wrist ends the thong.I tug it off her, leaving her ass a pretty picture between the garter belt and suspenders fastened to the black silk stockings covering her legs.

“You’re getting twenty.Count them off.”

A whimper escapes between her lips.

“Do you understand?”I ask as I run one hand over a shaking globe of her ass.Fuck.I want to bite it, suck on it and feel the bite mark as I fuck her.Jesus, I don’t recognize myself when I get close to her.

“Yes.”Is more of a squeak than an actual word.

I bring down my right hand to one cheek and watch it shake from the force.

“One,” she pants.

Brat.Of course, she likes this.This smack has a little more power to it as I move to the other cheek.

“Two.”The word is spit out.Perfect.

“Ow, fuck you, Gaetano.”

“What was that, brat?”I chide her.

“Fuck you.It hurts and I hate you.”

“Bad girl.You didn’t say three, so now we have to go back to one.”I click my tongue against my teeth.I’m loving the sight of her round red ass.

“Three, I’m sorry.Three.”

This smack has the perfect power that will have her feeling it tomorrow and cause her pussy to leak down her inner thighs.“One,” I utter the word low into her ear.

With a heavy sigh, she gives in.“One.”

“Good girl.”I praise her the way she deserves.

By the time she whimpers twenty, the sheet beneath her is soaking wet.There is no need for preparation.With one hand on her ass, and the other around my cock, I guide it into her pussy from behind.I'm not gentle.I can't be.This woman has undone all of my strength of will and sanity.I fuck her hard, punishing, and wildly.Within minutes, she's coming with a scream of my name, and I follow with an orgasm that has me fighting for air.

ChapterTwenty-Three

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