Page 36 of His Captive
I like the way his hand feels on my bottom. Like feeling his reaction each time I squirm. I’m already thinking about what comes after. About himtastingme. There’s no way I’ll be able to resist, because I’m enjoying this, and I’ll have to admit it.
“Sometimes, even good girls need a spanking,” Massimo says, slapping and rubbing along my thighs. “Especially when they get as wet as you do.”
His words make me clench with anticipation. The slaps get firmer, but they’re not coming very fast. He spanks and rubs, teasing my skin with his callused touch, which makes me whimper and wriggle against him. His hard cock throbs each time I do. It makes me think about more than his lips—more than his tongue. If he wants it, I’m not sure I have it in me to resist. Not sure Iwantto resist.
“How are you feeling,bambina?” he asks, his hand rubbing circles on my bottom for a moment before his fingers tease my inner thighs. “Still enjoying your spanking?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
“Good, good,” he says, patting my bottom. “Because it’s about to get harder.”
A hard, stinging slap lands in the center of my ass. My arms and legs spider with surprise. Then another and another. Now it hurts—but even that doesn’t seem to quell the fire raging inside me. I whimper and groan. It’s not as enjoyable, but it doesn’t make me want to scramble away. I lift my ass to meet his hand several times, which just seems to make him more determined—and more excited. His dick throbs against my belly each time a stinging slap lands.
“Ow,” I whine. “Massimo, it’s… it’s starting to burn.”
“Yes, I know,” he says, still spanking me with the same firmness. “But you don’t hate it, do you,bambina?”
“No, sir,” I admit.
Last night, it felt like punishment. I knew I was in trouble and the stinging slaps were my consequence for my foolish actions. This is different. Way different. I groan, whine, and squirm, butI don’t cry. There’s too much excitement burning inside me. I grind myself against him, feeling a tease of beautiful friction that makes my clit throb. I don’t justwanthim to taste me. Ineedit.
But the spanking isn’t over yet.
“This may be for fun, but I won’t hesitate to give you a real spanking if you don’t do as you’re told,” he growls, accentuating his point with a few stinging slaps. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you,bambina?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I cry out, finally feeling my eyes water.
“Then say it,” he demands, slapping my sit spots hard enough to get an immediate reaction.
“I’ll be a good girl!” I squeal. “I promise!”
“After I’m done spanking you, I’m going to take you to the bedroom,” he says. “I’m going to taste you. Do you rememberwhereI get to taste you?”
“Anywhere you want…” I whisper, trembling as I think about it.
His hand seems to be spanking everywhere at once. The sting has bloomed into a burn that is making me squirm with every slap. It’s hurting, but I don’t want him to stop. I’m not sure if that is because of the way my body is reacting to the spanking—or his words. They’re stirring things to life I’ve never felt. Teasing sensations I didn’t know were possible. The harder slaps vibrate into my core and make me clench.
“I bet you have a good idea of where I want to taste you,” he comments, slapping my sit spots a few more times. “Don’t you,bambina?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
His hand lands a few times, then it stills for a moment before he starts rubbing the part of my ass that stings the most. I get a little more comfortable, enjoying the rubbing and the way he feels against me.
“Now you have to tell me if you enjoyed it,” he orders, his fingers tracing down to my inner thighs. “If you say no, you’ll never be in this position again, no matter what. If you say yes, then you already know what that means.”
I’m a virgin craving something I don’t fully understand. But I can’t lie to Massimo, even if it saves me from a spanking I don’t enjoy. And that’s what it would be… a lie. I enjoyed the spanking, even when it started to hurt. That rush of excitement. That lingering sting that still seems to be stoking the fire burning inside me. The way his hand made my walls vibrate when he spanked me harder.
“I-I enjoyed it,” I admit, my breath hitching in my throat.
“Then stand up,” he growls, moving his hand to my arm.
Massimo helps me up from his lap. I stand in front of him, feeling a trickle of wetness run down my inner thigh. My body clenches with a mixture of anticipation and fear. I want it, but I can’t help being scared. I’ve never been touched by a man, much less felt a tongue in all the places I know it will feel good.
Massimo rises from the couch once I’m steady on my bare feet. His fingers brush against the bare skin below my t-shirt, then he wraps his fingers around it and starts tugging. I squirm to resist and shake my head.
“If you’re going to taste methere…” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together. “I can keep my shirt on.”
Massimo chuckles, his blue gaze piercing into me as he shakes his head. “I get to taste you anywhere I choose,bambina.” He leans forward until his lips are against my ear. “And I chooseeverywhere.”
