Page 53 of His Captive
“You earned yourself a spanking before you fell in,la mia bambina,” he replies. “You shouldn’t have been dancing so close to the edge, and you should have kept your eyes open, but it wasmostlyan accident. And you know you acted like a brat today. You can’t deny that.”
“I might have been a little upset that you told me to save my first time for someone else,” I admit. “But I was still just playing around. I wasn’t trying to make you punish me. I thought it would be like last night… Something I’d enjoy.”
“It would have been, if you’d put your swimsuit back on when I told you to,” he says, glancing at me. “Or behaved in the water, when I told you to, instead of pulling mine off.”
“Fine,” I relent, feeling a twinge of anger. “If you’re going topunishme for making you have fun on one of your last days alive, then do it.”
His grip on my hand softens. He takes a deep breath and exhales sharply. I tremble, wondering if that comment was one step too far. He swallows hard and his jaw flexes.
“Alright,bambina,” he sighs, turning to me. “What kind of spanking wouldyoulike tonight?”
I’m completely caught off guard. Did I just change his mind? Or did I offend him? I’m not sure. Oh, no, it’s worse. I see the pain in his eyes again. Except this time, I’m the one who put it there.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s exactly what you should have said. You’re right. You’ve made… these have been the best days of my life in a really fucking long time.”
“Mine too,” I say, tearing up a little. I try to bite back my words, but the floodgates open. “And you’re telling me I only get a couple more, and I’m not okay with that. I’m far from okay with it. But I’ve accepted it. I know I can’t talk you out of it, and I’m not going to waste my breath or upset you by trying. If you think I’m just going to… move on? Forget about you?” I scoff away a sniffle. “No, Massimo. It’s not going to be that easy for me. And that’s not just my fault. You’re the one who invited me to dinner to begin with.”
“You’re right again,” he relents, taking a deep breath and nodding. “But for the record, you knew who I was before you ever came to dinner, so dinner is my fault. Everything that happened after… you have to share some of the blame for that.”
“I do, but regardless of who shoulders the blame, we’re standing here right now.” I shrug. “And there’s one part of me you didn’t taste last night.”
Massimo narrows his eyes and growls under his breath. I don’t know why he didn’t kiss my lips last night. I didn’t ask. But I certainly noticed the one place he left untouched.
“This is your fault,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me closer.
Then his rough lips crush mine and I nearly see stars. It’s tender at first, then it gets fiercer, and his hand tangles into my curls while he ravages my mouth. I gasp and moan into his, completely shattered by my first real kiss—from the only man I’ve ever wanted it from.
He kisses me like it’s the first kiss, last kiss, and every kiss in between. Like if I can’t have all of those, then this one is going to make up for it. His other hand grips my waist, pulling me even closer. I feel his hardness and my clenched core gets doused in gasoline and set on fire. I melt into his firm grip and ravenous kiss.
The perfect seal finally breaks and we both gasp.
“I want the kind of spanking that ends with you telling me to open myfuckinglegs,” I whisper.
“Then that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” he says, pulling me closer and kissing me again.
Everything around us just seems to fade away. Massimo kisses me until we’re gasping for the second time, then pulls me along the path to the hotel. I nearly trip over my heels, but he keeps me steady.
As soon as we’re in the elevator, Massimo’s lips find mine and his hands seem to be everywhere. On my hip. Caressing and squeezing my sunburn until I whimper. Then on my breasts,with just the right amount of gentle roughness to perk my nipples against his callused touch.
The elevator doors open and Massimo pulls me into his penthouse. He turns, towering over me with a look in his eyes that is stern, but not angry. There’s a faint hint of a grin on the edges of his lips. I don’t know what kind of spanking I’m going to get, but I know what is coming after. I’m so wet I’m surprised it hasn’t already started trickling down my thighs.
“Take off your clothes, Lea,” he demands. “Everything. Even the earrings.”
I swallow hard and my breath hitches in my throat. I’m not sure where this is going, so I can’t help some nervous trembles as I remove my dress. I’m going to lose my virginity. But first, a spanking that turns him on enough to make me spread my legs.
I remove my earrings and step out of my heels. I glance up at him with an apprehensive look before reaching behind my back and unfastening my bra. It joins my dress on the floor, and I reach for my panties. Massimo smiles when they come down and I don’t have to wonder if he can see the wet spot.
“Good girl,” he praises, removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Now put your hands behind your back.”
Massimo looms over me until I tuck my hands behind my back. Then his hand goes to his crimson-colored tie, and he removes it before walking around me. His fingertips graze the back of my thighs and my sunburnt bottom on the way to my wrists. He grabs them tightly, crosses them, and wraps his tie around them. The tie goes around my wrist several times, then between them, and my arms are completely immobilized once he pulls it tight.
“You’re going to get a spanking,bambina,” he rasps into my ear. “The kind of spanking a naughty little girl gets. Because that’s what you’ve been today. Haven’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I whisper, unable to deny his words, or the arousal that burns inside me.
“And after you’ve been spanked like a naughty little girl,” he says, tracing his fingers around until he’s rubbing my clit, “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. I’m going to tell you to spread your gorgeous legs, and you’re going to do it for me. Aren’t you,bambina?”
