Page 5 of Mafia Beast

“And where did curiosity get the cat, little girl?”

Fear flashes through her gaze and she gives a hard swallow, her pink fingernails shining as she twists her hands together. “Killed… sir?”

I have to chuckle at her obvious terror. “Good thing you’re not a cat, isn’t it? But you are a naughty little minx. Do you know what curiosity gets the naughty little girl?”

Her teeth sink back into those perfect lips as she shakes her head.

“Punishments.”

Her dark lashes flutter as she blinks back my threat. “P—punishments? Plural?”

My gaze drags across those red lips. “Yes. Plural.”

She tries to press herself further against the wall as if it will melt like the chocolate she loves so much, enveloping her and saving her from me. No such luck. The wall is stone and as hard as my cock is about to be. She’s all mine and as trapped as she can be. My own little taste of dessert. I don’t know why I get so much satisfaction from punishing a beautiful, naughty woman, but I do.

As I saunter toward her she gives a little jump of fright with each step of my boots. My cock seems to jerk in time with her movements. Her eyes go glassy, shining with the fear of what’s about to happen, her breaths quickening at the uncertainty of what’s to become of her. My blood heats, pumping through my veins at an accelerated rate. I grab her wrist with one hand, her waist with the other.

“Ooof!” She gives a little shriek as I turn her to face the wall. Her skin is warm under mine, reminding me of that dance we had at the Hamlet, her body pressed against me. I want that feeling again now. I crowd her, pressing my chest against her back, my aching erection into the cleft of her ass.

God, she feels so good wrapped in the protective cocoon of my body, though I’m the one she needs protection from. I think of her cute little button nose poking into my business, putting herself in danger, and I can’t help but to drag my hand up her thigh, grabbing her ass, hard.

She pops up on tiptoe, squealing as my fingers dig into the soft curves of her flesh.

“Surely you knew I would find you here. And that I would punish you.” My fingertips drag the silky material of her dress up, gathering it in my palm in bunches. Glancing down, I get a flash of her bare skin, glowing under the streetlight.

Her ass is every bit as gorgeous as I knew it would be, the material of her dress so thin it leaves little to the imagination. I suck in a hiss of a breath… No panties. God damn. I run my hand over her curves.

“Do you always make a habit of not wearing panties?”

“The dress didn’t allow for them,” she shoots back.

“Makes my job easier.” And my cock even harder.

Pulling back, I give her ass a most satisfying slap with my open palm. With a shriek, she shoots up on tiptoe again. I watch as the print of my hand blooms pink on her skin.

“And what makes you think this is your job?” Her question ends in a squeal. “To discipline me?”

“Who else is going to do it?” That sassy tone won’t last much longer. A few more good, hard spanks should do the trick. I slap her ass again, harder this time, right in the same spot as the first spank. She gives a pretty little cry, rolling her hips. “Besides, I’m the one you were spying on. So it falls under my jurisdiction.” Lucky me.

I spank her again, putting a matching print on her other cheek. God, she looks good wearing my mark.

“Oooh…” she groans, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her curls bounce as she snaps her gaze over her shoulder to meet mine. “That hurt!”

Her hazel eyes flash with accusation. I don’t bother trying to hold in the chuckle that bubbles up from my chest. She’s too fucking adorable.

“What did you expect?” I slap her ass again and again, till her voice is replaced with a high-pitched, sexy whine. I can’t help myself. I run my opened palms over the curves of her ass, exploring the roundness, the fullness of her.

She moans, easing into my touch. “Oh… my…”

Her skin is warm and red and so fucking sexy from the spanking I just gave her. I said punishments, plural. And I’ve been staring at that pretty little mouth of hers all night.

I can’t wait any longer.

My fingers go to my belt, the metal clacking as I unfasten its buckle. “Now get down on your knees and take me in your mouth.Allof me.”

Her perfectly manicured brow knits together in disbelief. “Who do you think you are? To treat me like this? I mean, I spied on you, and you punished me. Fine. But I barely know you other than sharing one dance, and you think I’m going to…” Her pretty lips can’t say the filthy words.

I finish the thought for her. “Suck my cock. Yes.”

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