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“To prove how good you can be, you’re not going to come while I spank you,” I instruct. “If you do, this good girl spanking is going to turn into a naughty girl spanking and you’ll get my belt.”
I slap her ass for emphasis and as soon as she jerks, I rub her clit. I alternate between the two, keeping her on the edge of pleasure and pain while I spank her. It doesn’t take long for the melody of whimpers and groans to fill the air and mix with the sound of my callused hand landing on her delicate skin.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” she whines, her squirms rubbing against my erection. “Your finger feels way too good.”
“Then give in and you’ll finally get to feel the belt you’re so scared of,” I growl, alternating between hard stinging slaps that leave a lovely pink mark and gentle caresses that make her clit throb.
“No, please,” she whimpers. “I don’t want that.”
“It won’t be as bad as you think, especially now that your sunburn has faded a little,” I say, slapping her bottom. “But it will definitely hurt more than my hand.”
I let her feel the sting for a while before I increase the pressure on her clit. I could force her over the edge, but I’m keeping it light enough for her to hold back her orgasm if she tries. If she’s successful, I’ll reward her. If not, I’ll punish her.
“Good girls never come without permission,” I tell her, continuing to alternate between pain and pleasure. “And you want to be a good girl, don’t you,bambina?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she mewls.
My cock is throbbing against her. I can feel the heat radiating from her ass each time I spank it. The pink spots are beginning to redden, and she’s so wet she’s dripping with arousal.
“Ow, ow,” she whimpers, so I focus my attention on her clit, which makes her grind against my hand. “Oh, god!”
“That was a close one,” I chuckle, lightening my caress and slapping the reddest parts of her ass. “You almost came all over me.”
“I know,” she whines, squirming away from my fingers, and then right back into them when I pepper her bottom. “Massimo! I…”
“Hold on a little longer and I’ll tongue-fuck you until you scream before I tell you to open your fucking mouth,” I rasp, already imagining her sweetness on my breath.
“I’m trying!” she squeals.
She’s so close that every rotation of my finger around her swollen knot makes her hips buck. I wait for them to buckaway from my probing fingers before I deliver the next series of stinging slaps. I could push for more, but she’s taken a hard spanking like a good girl, so I cut her a little slack. I finish with some gentle rubs and lighter slaps.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, rubbing the redness that colors her ass. “Now I want you to go to my bedroom, get on the bed, and spread yourfuckinglegs. I want to hear you begging for my tongue before I make it in the room.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, a shudder sweeping through her that makes her clit twitch against my finger.
I watch the sight of her lovely red ass as she disappears into my bedroom. I stand up and start to undress, waiting for her to follow my instructions.
“Please, Massimo,” she calls out. “I need your tongue.”
A smile spreads across my face as I toss my shirt to the side and unbuckle my belt. There are plenty of things I don’t want to think about floating around in my head. I’m doing my best to ignore them, because I don’t want to ruin my last day with Lea.
Lea continues to whimper and beg, her words making my dick throb as I approach my bedroom. She’s going to get what she’s begging for, and I’m damn sure going to enjoy it.
I’ll leave her too exhausted to miss me when I’m gone.
CHAPTER 30
Lea
I’m naked in Massimo’s bed.
Again.
But this will be the last time he joins me. The last time I get to feel his tongue. The last time I feel my body react to his dominance when he orders me to open myfuckingmouth or spread myfuckinglegs. I’ll even roll over and stick my ass out like a good girl if he tells me to—because it will be the last time for that, too.
It’s hard to swallow all the bitterness and accept what is coming. I’ve had my day to cry. I’m sure there will be a lot of those after I leave Isola Selvaggia. But I’ll keep myself together. For his sake, and mine. The last thing he sees before he marches himself to his execution may be a sobbing girl, but at least I can make him feel good before I bawl my eyes out.
I hear Massimo’s footsteps, and it makes my pussy ache with a need for more than just his tongue, but I remember howincredible it felt. I rub my legs together to create a little friction. My hips squirm against the mattress. As soon as he darkens the doorway, I spread my legs obediently, giving him a view of what he’s already claimed—what he wants another taste of.
