Page 24 of Daddy's Little Mafia Princess
“Are you a naughty girl for Daddy?” he asks huskily.
I nod, and for once, I don’t even consider this might be a trap.
“You like it when Daddy spanks your bottom, don’t you?”
He could have asked if I was a three-headed alien from Venus, and I would have nodded. There’s nothing about this I don’t like. He isn’t spanking anymore. Squeezing my bottom, he makes it even more tender as he pries my bottom cheeks apart with every shift of his grip. Is he looking at me or admiring the intimate view?
I grab the sink, my face burning as I raise my head to look at our reflections in the mirror. My gaze meets his reflection, the desire reflecting in them enough to make me shiver.
He feels it. He likes it.
His nostrils flare as if he could smell my climbing frantic need. He jerks back, pulling me off the counter, then shoves me face-first against the wall. His feet kick mine wide apart while his hands catch my wrists, twisting my arms between my back and pinning them there.
“Naughty little girls need to be punished, don’t they?”
“Yes.” I gasp when he grabs my hair, pulling my head all the way back.
“It’s time for Daddy’s cock to punish you, isn’t it?” he growls before gently biting the side of my neck, sucking so hard, I feel each pulling draw tug through my nipples to my belly to my pussy.
“Yes,” I moan, so close to coming, I couldn’t bear for him to stop. “Yes, please!”
“Please, Daddy, punish me,” he tells me.
I’m only too happy to repeat it. Every sexual nerve ending is crying for him. Every time he touches me, I ache for more and more. I barely hear when he spits on his fingers. When he adds that slickness to what I’ve already produced has me grinding my pussy against his hand. He pulls away long before I’m ready, and I actually sob. I want him so much.
I thrust my hips back, arching my back until it hurts, but that’s not what makes me cry out. The first hard thrust of his cock parts the folds of my sex, shoving so deep, he’s through the barrier of my maidenhead before I even remember it’s there. The pain is sharp but fleeting. Within a matter of thrusts, every awareness is locked again, not on the hurt but the heaven of how good he makes this feel.
This isn’t punishment.
I melt under his burning kisses on my neck.
He holds my clit prisoner between his fingers. My breasts are crushed against the wall, the friction of his pounding thrusts rubbing me against the wall. My grunts meet his. We’re one breath, one movement, one being, shaking in the throes of such ecstasy, I have nothing to resist him when he orders, in that harshly beautiful voice of his, “Come, Princess. Come on Daddy’s cock.”
My body is a prisoner of his whim. That’s the only reason I can think of that explains the force of the orgasm that rips through me, crushing me against the bathroom wall in his arms. His devil’s mouth scalds me with his kisses. The unrelenting force of his driving cock destroys me, one rippling wave of pleasure at a time.
It only stops when he joins me, the hard expulsion of breath and the last few vigorous thrusts my only warning before he comes. The wetness of his cum is inside me. I can feel it dripping down my thighs when he pulls out.
“I’m hungry,” he breathes into my hair. Letting go of my hands, he releases my clit, only to catch a tuft of my pubic hair and give a sharp tug. “Shave this off for Daddy, Princess. I’ll make reservations.”
“I have no clothes,” I remind him. “You cut them into pieces.”
“Trust Daddy to take care of that.” Smiling, he pats my pussy. “After all, we’re going to be married. Daddy will take care of everything then, right?”
I think I’d prefer to stagger off to sleep, but his charm is definitely getting to me. I don’t even argue when he chucks me lightly under the chin, pulls his pants up, and walks out of the bathroom.
Had I known the outfit he would pick for me to wear, consequences be damned, I would have locked him out of the bathroom.
Chapter 10
Viktor
She is adorable.
She wears the clothes I gave her like… well, like Daddy’s girl should. It’s the full little girl package and what I usually do when I have to spank more than twice on any given day. Her hair is pulled back in a single ponytail. I haven’t pulled it yet, but my hand itches for her to give me a reason. I’ve put little girl panties on her, and she hates it, mortified I made her go out like this. So long as she’s careful how she moves, the little ruffles on her bottom don’t even show, but she’s still self-conscious. Her short-sleeve t-shirt is white, and her dress is a denim mini-jumper with straps that come up over her shoulders and buckle onto the chest bib and a skirt that ends mid-thigh. The pockets, bib, and skirt hem are decorated in cute little dinosaurs. Her face is as red as a beet as she follows me through my favorite casino on the Strip to a steak restaurant I like.
She’s so nervous, she hasn’t noticed Pisani’s men are following. They’re well back, keeping an eye on us. The distance means they’ve been ordered to only observe, so I know I’venothing to fear. One is on his cellphone, probably relaying our location to Clara’s father, but I’m not concerned. It’s almost nine. The deadline I gave him is looming. Frankly, I really thought he’d give in a good hour ago. Still, this isn’t the 1920s, 50s, or even the 80s anymore. We don’t settle our petty arguments by shooting each other in public places. There’s no money to be made in scaring the tourists.
A little hand taps my elbow, tugging slightly at my jacket to catch my attention.
