Page 43 of Mafia Beast

His response makes my blood heat. My two glasses of liquid courage swell my confidence. I want to challenge him. To see what he’ll do. I toss a test out into the air, letting it land. “You, Nikolaos Bachman, are a big, sweet, sweetie.” And I take another drink of wine.

Let the chips fall where they may.

He pushes his chair back from the table. My pussy gets wet just watching him spread those massive thighs of his. He lifts a finger in the air, crooks it, and beckons me.

“Come. Here.”

His low tone rumbles through me. My stomach flip-flops and my knees go to jelly. He wants me to get up, walk over there, and then… what?

He pats his right thigh with that big hand of his. “Now.”

Oh dear. What have I gotten myself into? My little she-devil prods me along with the prongs of her pitchfork. I find myself standing, slowly moving toward him in a dreamlike state. Is this really happening? Am I going to consent to this? And where will this lead…

My body obeys as my mind trips over a myriad of nervous thoughts. I take one shaky step toward him. Then a second before pausing as the heat in his gaze burns into me, my belly fluttering. He pats his thigh with his hand one more time, and that hand just looks… so… massive.

I glance at the door, glance back at him, and make my decision. I’m making a break for it.

He senses my move before I make it. He leans up from his seat, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. He tips me over his lap, wrapping a big arm around my waist, locking me against the hard plane of his belly. The heat from his body envelops me as he curls his body around mine.

“You have such a gorgeous ass.” He smooths his palm over my backside. “And now I get to spank it. Lucky me.”

I hold in a moan. How do I keep letting myself get into these shamefully sexy situations with him? His hand comes down in a hard spank, and the sting reminds me, I didn’t let this happen.

He orchestrates every single moment of our sexcapades. He’s in control and I’m powerless and that’s the way he likes it. My pussy slickens with arousal. If I’m being honest, it’s the way I like it too. I’m beginning to crave his dominance.

His hand comes down again. I suck in air between my teeth as the sting spreads over my other ass cheek. He tugs at the waistband of my stretchy leggings, pulling them down under the curve of my ass. He gives a low whistle, obviously loving what he sees. He smooths his hand over bare skin, his touch leaving behind a trail of tingles. “Ask me to spank you.”

Is he… serious? My head flips over my shoulder, trying to find his face. “What?”

He gives my ass a hard squeeze, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. “You heard me.”

“Oh, gawd.” I can’t do this. I hang my head back down. My throat feels tight, my tongue goes numb in my mouth. He gives me another squeeze. The pain makes me choke out the words he demands from me. “Please. Spank me.”

“Good girl. You’re making me hard.” As if on cue, his cock rouses against my belly. I get wetter, knowing how turned on he is. He gives me another spank, then a growl. “I can’t wait any longer. I want to punish your ass.”

Isn’t that what we just did? What more does he have in mind? Nerves flow through me as he snaps my leggings back into place and grabs my hips. He stands me back up, facing him, wedging me between his rock-hard thighs. Holding one of my hands, he slips his other in a pocket.

I stare down at him, heat flushing over my face at the admonishing look he gives me.

“The necklace wasn’t the only thing I slipped in my pocket earlier.” He pulls a bullet-shaped object and tiny tube of lube from his pocket. “I wanted to be prepared in case your naughty side came out tonight. Not gonna lie. I had my fingers crossed that it would.”

He holds up the hot pink object. It’s a butt plug. My ass involuntarily clenches. I gulp down my nerves.

“You know exactly what this is. I can see it in your face. And you know just where I’m going to put it.” He twists it between his finger and thumb. “But do you know why I’m doing it?”

“To punish me?”

“To prepare that perfect little ass of yours to take all of my cock one day soon.”

I glance down at his crotch region, thinking of his massive size. “Nuh-uh. No way. That thing is not going to fit inside of me.”

“You mean, my giant cock isn’t going to fit in your tight little ass?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Don’t get sassy or I’ll fill your mouth with my cock while I fill your ass with my bullet.”

I give a gulp.

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