Page 24 of Pretty Plaything
With the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up his muscular arms and two top buttons popped open, he looks hotter than sin.
I look away from the mirror and glance over my shoulder at him. He steps closer to me again, his lip brushing my ear.
“Your pussy and your ass belong to me. Never forget that,” he whispers.
A shudder runs through me, and then he slips out of the room.
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.
My center still throbs, even as my ass radiates with pain.
How am I going to walk up to him now like that? How am I going to tie myself to him forever?
Especially now that he’s made it perfectly clear what he expects of me.
A knock on the door makes me jump.
“Honey, are you ready?” my father asks.
“Just a moment,” I shout back.
Shit!
I hurry to fix my makeup and wince as I sit in front of the dressing table.
Maybe I should tell my father what Alessandro did. Him even touching me before the wedding was completely wrong, but how am I going to explain what happened?
I can’t tell my father Alessandro spanked me and that I kind of liked it.
I can’t let him or anyone know what happened.
Even if I kept most of it secret, Alessandro could still spill everything. I don’t think he’d be embarrassed to admit it or that he’d even care how I felt.
And even if somehow I could force myself to tell my father everything, it probably wouldn’t matter. The deal is more important than my discomfort.
Once I’m done with my makeup, I look at my reflection in the mirror and take a deep breath.
I can do this.
But as soon as I get to my feet, I’m reminded that I’m naked under the dress, and I remember Alessandro’s words.
I close my eyes for a moment and force myself to move. When I open the door, my father’s lips spread into a wide smile.
“You look breathtaking,” he says, and offers me his arm.
“Thanks.” I get hold of his arm and let him lead me to the main room where everyone is waiting for us, including Alessandro.
But I’m going to ignore Alessandro and smile and keep my head high.
He’ll see that he can’t defeat me so easily.
Except, when I enter the room, all I can see is him. He’s wearing a suit jacket now, his hair still messy, and there’s a knowing smile on his face.
I can barely breathe as my father leads me closer and closer to my worst nightmare.
I hate Alessandro so much.
Ignoring him is impossible. His presence somehow manages to command a room full of people.
