Page 35 of His Captive
I put my phone down, finish the last few drops of whiskey in my glass, and stand up.
Then I move to the spot Massimo pointed at.
I’m standing between his legs. A quick glance tells me he’s already hard, and I gulp. I agreed to this… and I can’t deny feeling a rush that isn’t just the alcohol.
“First thing I need to do is remove your shoes,” Massimo says, leaning forward and tugging at the laces on my right sneaker.
“I-I can just kick them off,” I offer. They’re old sneakers and I rarely untie them.
“No, let me do it,” he insists, so I relax, and do my best not to tremble.
Massimo removes my sneaker, then pulls off my sock and caresses my foot. His strong, callused hands squeeze andmassage the muscles. It feels good after the walking we did today, and I put a hand on his shoulder for support.
“I-I’m enjoying this part,” I say, exhaling sharply.
“You’re going to enjoy it all,” he says, moving his hands to my other sneaker.
I smile and enjoy the way his hands feel on my skin. I’m still a little apprehensive, but he’s already spanked me once. I’m likely to get another one, regardless. And if my body doesn’t react like it did last night, I’m safe from his firm hand the rest of the time I’m with him.
“Next thing I need to do is remove your jeans,” he says, his hands moving up my legs.
I don’t think I can stop my body from reacting to anything right now.
“I guess you want to do that part yourself, too?” I ask, my breathing getting faint when his fingers trace along my inner thighs.
“Yes,bambina,” he growls. “And I’m going to enjoy this part even more than you do.”
My breath hitches when Massimo raises my t-shirt, and his fingers brush against my belly. It’s like his touch smolders straight to my core. He hooks his fingers into my jeans, pulls me forward, and unfastens them.
He slides my jeans down slowly, exposing my panties as he does. I wore basic black today. I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them—not that I ever do.
I shudder when his fingers reach bare skin again. I feel the heat from his touch matching the spark inside me. They blend together beautifully, as goosebumps rise against his calluses.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” he rasps, his words bringing another shudder. “I’ll let you imagine the spot I’ll choose.” His fingers move lower, tugging my jeans to my ankles.
My imagination doesn’t have to go far. I can already picture him between my thighs, his rough beard rubbing against my skin before his lips do. But I don’t know how it will feel. That part, I’m not sure I can even imagine.
I brace myself on his shoulder until he pulls off my jeans and tosses them to the side. His hands move along my legs, and he barely leaves any skin untouched until his fingers graze my inner thighs. Even the light tease makes my legs shake and my pussy clenches with anticipation.
“Now, I’m going to remove your panties,” he says, his gaze meeting mine. “I don’t have to, but they’re coming off anyway, because you won’t need them when I taste you.”
“Oh, god,” I whimper, but I don’t say anything to stop him—don’t want to do anything to stop him.
His fingers trace the waistband before he hooks it with both hands. Then he slowly tugs them down and I gasp, feeling myself getting wetter. I’m not even over his knee yet and I’m already burning up.
As soon as he peels them away from my wetness he stops, inhaling my scent like an animal. “You smell delicious,bambina,” he murmurs, then he pulls my panties down my thighs.
I feel vulnerable and exposed when he tosses my panties to the side. But I don’t get to dwell on it. Massimo guides me into the familiar position across his lap. I squirm, wanting to feel his hardness this time, and when it presses against my bare belly I can’t stifle my gasp.
“Glad to see I didn’t spank you hard enough to leave any marks earlier,” he says, patting my bottom before letting his hand rest there. The anticipation builds, making me squirm while my pulse quickens. “But you’re going to be red before I finish this time. Are you ready,bambina?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I answer, closing my eyes when his hand pulls away.
The first slap isn’t hard. Just enough to sting and make me wetter. I get a matching slap on the other cheek, followed by two that are harder. I squirm on his lap, intentionally guiding my movements to tease his erection.
The slaps keep coming. Gentle. Almost too gentle, after last night. But the sting builds as they continue and I can’t help whimpering, even if it isn’t enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Last night, I was aroused due to a mixture of fear and shame, before the spanking even began. It’s different today, but I can’t deny the thrill building alongside the sting.
