Page 55 of His Captive
“I know it hurts,bambina,” I growl, holding her wrists firmly in my grasp. “But do you really think that’s enough punishment for a naughty, disobedient little girl like you?”
“N-no, sir,” she whines, squirming helplessly. “I’m sorry.”
I’m letting her dictate her punishment a little. This wasn’t part of the plan, but I’ve noticed how wet she gets, even when I’m punishing her. And I’m enjoying this too. Her ass has some redness blooming and I’m hard as a rock. But she’ll be a lot wetter and a lot redder before I’m finished.
“Disobedience has consequences,” I state firmly, then I resume the spanking.
Lea squirms, whimpers, and groans while I’m spanking her. Every squirm rubs against me and makes my dick twitch. Every whimper and groan is music to my ears—the music of a naughty girl, getting the comeuppance she deserves. There are few things more beautiful than that.
The naughty girl seems to accept it. Lea stops squirming and her fingers scrabble against my grip, but she doesn’t try to get away. My hand lands on her lovely bottom, sit spots, and the delicate skin along the top of her thighs. That part got enough sunscreen to protect her from the rays, but it’s still a good place to land a few firm swats before I give her sunburnt skin another round of slaps.
“Ow, ow, ow!” she cries out, her voice breaking a little. “Ah!”
“You’re lucky you’re not getting my belt,” I growl, my hand not slowing down. “If you disobey me again like that, you might not be so lucky.”
A stern warning between slaps. I don’t like to be disobeyed. Obedience sometimes means the difference between life and death. Today wasn’t one of those days, until she fell in the water with the sharks, but if she hadn’t been such a brat, that might not have happened either.
“Massimo, please,” she whimpers, her fingernails digging into the hand holding her wrists.
“I believe I told you this spanking was going to be a little longer because you decided to swim with the sharks,” I say sternly. “Didn’t I,bambina?”
“Ow, please, Massimo!” she cries out.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I say, landing some firm swats on the back of her pink thighs.
“Ah! Yes, you said it would be longer!” she squeals.
“The proper response is yes, sir,” I remind her, spanking her red bottom.
“Yes, sir!” she answers properly, her hips bucking again in response to the pain.
“It’s almost over, Lea,” I tell her, but still land a few hard slaps on her ass. “All you have to do is promise to be a good obedient girl from now on.”
“Ow, ow, I’ll be good! I’ll be obedient! I promise!” she cries out and I hear a sniffle that tells me she’s had enough.
I stop the spanking and rub her reddened skin. It’s warm to the touch, and it isn’t just the sunburn doing it now.
“If you disobey me again, you’re getting my belt,” I warn. “And you won’t beg me to spare you. You won’t look at me like you can’t believe I’m actually going to use it to punish you. You will accept it. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers. “I understand.”
“Good girl,” I praise, my gaze lowering to her slick folds. “Now, I believe there’s something else that needs my attention.”
I slide my hand between her legs and rub her wetness. My fingers quickly find her clit, and she gasps as I circle it. It’s already swollen and practically throbbing. It takes very little friction to make her squirm and whine.
I can already imagine how incredible her tight pussy is going to feel when I take her virginity. I didn’t want to. I wanted her to save that for someone else—someone who could promise her the life she deserves instead of a few days. But that’s impossible now. I fucked up. I let her get too close. So close that I don’t know how to pull away. If there wasn’t a bullet with my name on it, I’d make her mine forever. I’d never let her go.
“That feels good!” Lea gasps, writhing against me as I continue to tease her clit.
“You’re getting so much more than my finger tonight,bambina,” I growl, sliding my finger down to her tight entrance and circling it. “You’re gettingfucked. You’re going to come on my cock over and over until you don’t know if you should beg for more or beg me to stop.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpers, pushing against me like sheneedsmy finger inside her.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it? What you have been craving since the first time I put you over my knee?” I let go of her wrists and slap her ass while I continue to tease her entrance.
“Ow! Yes!” she squeals.
“Yes,sir,” I snap, slapping her ass harder.
